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Hardin had a problem: he hadn't had NEARLY enough sex lately.

Certain people might have disagreed, claiming that five partners in eight days was more than most people could hope for without some kind of special arrangement. But the minotaur didn't put himself on the same level as those people - he was a stud through and through, a legend in his own mind, and spreading that seed of his was not just fun, it was duty. And, to be sure, he did it well - one could hardly say his partners were unsatisfied, albeit usually walking funny for a while afterwards.

Hardin wasn't particularly selective with who he had his fun. Males, females, and anything in between or outside were all fair game. There were few species that he considered off-limits, and those that were usually were because it either wasn't physically feasible or was in general just an inexcusably bad idea. And he was also fairly flexible on the how, willing to try all sorts of acts - though he always remained adamant about staying in control, he was a big guy who liked to be in charge and that didn't change whether he was fooling around with a goblin or a dragon. His flexibility no doubt contributed to his promiscuity, and it was the rare inn he stayed at that didn't see quite a few satisfied travelers leave stained deep within with his bullish spunk...and didn't have proprietors and housekeepers cursing at cleaning up the mess after him.

That wasn't to say he didn't have his preferences, though. Hardin was game for as close to anything as most could claim, but he still had some old standards that he could go to for his own personal benefit. He vastly preferred to give over receiving - he was not one fond of bending over and taking it, and on the rare occasions he did, it was always for larger creatures and he was always the one in control, riding them at his own pace. And he was adamantly opposed to anything giving the impression of being seriously harmful - sex was supposed to be about pleasure, not torment, and doing any injury beyond a couple of incidental bruises or scratches was very much not his thing, even if the target had quick regeneration or invulnerability. That wasn't to say he wasn't ever inclined to 'force the issue' a bit - sometimes he liked it when they started out resisting him - but he always made sure they were into it by the end.

And he had his type preferences as well. Humans and human-likes were always a special bit of fun to him - they seemed to always feel the tightest relative to their size, and had the greatest creativity in the bedroom, while also being among the easier types to force into submission. Dragons, with their exceptional magic and exotic 'shapes', were almost always a good time' and one of the few times he was more amenable to being on the receiving end. Among beastmen, he gravitated towards the types that were more slender and yielding to his power, as opposed to broad and powerful types like his own. Smaller demonic creatures were especially fun, because he could rape them with impunity - demons always liked it best that way, they were the kinkiest fuckers.

And then there were the best of the best: kobolds.

Hardin loved fucking those little lizards. They were tiny buggers, easily overpowered and especially squirmy, which made them fun when that squirming was working over one's cock. They were tight as all get-out, but also put up no resistance to his thrusts, he could slide in and out as quickly and freely as he wanted. They stretched wonderfully, taking just about any dick without injury, even when it looked like that shouldn't be possible. And they LOVED getting nailed, even beyond the sexual thrill most others got, their enjoyment seemed to transcend the physical plane, and that was true whether they were ready for a good fucking or not. Hardin was convinced they were made to take it, and he loved to give it whenever he had the opportunity.

Sadly, that wasn't as often as he would like. Hardin's comfort zone were the cities, particularly his home of Calverne; the bigger population areas where there were plenty of people around, plenty to do, where loneliness generally was a self-imposed problem. Kobolds weren't exactly the most common folk to see in such settings - being smaller and more vulnerable, they tended to avoid crowded areas and usually if you saw one they were with a group of trusted non-kobold companions, and typically it was much more difficult to get them alone in that kind of situation. Usually Hardin had to go hunting outside the city - a risky prospect if one was going alone - or just get completely lucky, and he never wanted to let an opportunity for that pass him by.

Which was why he thought today was his lucky day, when he saw a lone kobold passing by the tavern, ripe for the taking. How could he pass up such a primo opportunity as that?

He left without paying - not worried about that, the bartender knew he was good for it. One of the advantages of being in a familiar place - he knew Calverne very well, had a few familiar haunts where his name was no mystery, and could get around without trouble. Doing jobs on request was his usual thing, his broad, muscular body was good for a lot of types of manual labor, all of which were in demand at some level, so he got to go all sorts of places that a wayward minotaur might not be able to get to. Even the upper class wasn't averse to hiring him thanks to his reasonable demands and ability to put up a semi-professional demeanor on the job...though, some of the women enjoyed bringing him back for other reasons. So Hardin was quite confident that there was nowhere the kobold could go that he wouldn't be able to track him down; even as adept at sneakiness as they were with their smaller sizes, they couldn't get past his familiarity.

But as he started his pursuit, he found he didn't have to worry about that this time; this kobold wasn't trying to shy away from anyone and wasn't making for any less obvious travel paths. This definitely wasn't the usual, and Hardin was liking that - perhaps this was a feisty kobold, and the feisty ones were usually the most fun, putting up a bit of a front until they got a taste of cock and then gloriously expressive once they were being rut. Not that the shy ones couldn't have that wild side to them, but the bolder 'bolds were ALWAYS that way.

He studied the kobold as he followed. It looked like a male kobold to him, there wasn't a lot to tell the difference but the way he carried himself suggested male. His scales were a dusky red, the color of upscale brick, with horns that held a faintly golden color to them. He had a very neat appearance, dressed in a smart vest and trousers and a clean countenance that definitely suggested he wasn't a primitive sort, he clearly was experienced in the ways of society. And, most crucially, he didn't seem to have any fear of the larger folks around him, not darting out of their way or displaying the usual sort of hypervigilant behaviors normal for kobolds in the big city. No way he wasn't part of a group, but there was no sign that anyone was around him to shield him or keep Hardin away...it all seemed like the best-case scenario.

Even better, when the kobold's path finally broke off, it was towards a back alley that was fairly secluded, rarely traveled with no one to bother them. Hardin couldn't believe his luck, this was the best place to approach someone and give them a nice thorough reaming, he'd nailed more than his share of folks in this very location. It seemed almost too good to be true...and that was when the kobold stopped.

"You know...I know every place is different, but where I'm from, it's rather rude for someone to stalk another without permission." The kobold's voice was even a bit out of the norm, clearer and less scratchy than one usually got with a kobold, definitely not the sort that would be yapping in a silly way, and his words were spoken with an edge that hinted distrust, without directly accusing anything. He looked back at Hardin with a similar mildly suspicious side-eye, one that warned to tread carefully.

Hardin was not insensitive to this - even a kobold could be scared away before they got to the good stuff. "My apologies. You were simply too interesting for me to ignore. Not every day I see a kobold in Calverne, especially one that seems to tread the streets as if he was a minotaur."

"Hm. Fear is best spent with purpose, not as freely as a fortunate fool's habit." The kobold turned around now, guarded but not overtly defensive. "Need I spend a bit on you?"

"You need not, I have no ill intent towards you, quite the opposite. Let me put you at ease...my name's Hardin. I'm a familiar face around here, and many will tell you I'm not a dangerous sort."

"So you may say, but I'd rather hear it from their mouths." Still, the kobold seemed to relax a bit; random bandits or ne'er-do-wells rarely engaged in conversation with their victims, at least not until they had them seemingly under control. "Tolq. By your words, you mean to have business with me?"

"Perhaps, though it would be less business than pleasure. It's been a while since I've been able to share myself with a kobold, and, well, such an opportunity would be hard to pass up. I would be remiss not to offer you the chance to enjoy the stretch of my cock in your tailhole, or the flavor of minotaur on your tongue." Straight and to the point, and usually this was enough - kobolds almost always fell under a spell when you got a bit more graphic, it made the prospect more real to them and that helped them become more agreeable.

Which was why Hardin got such an unpleasant shock when the response he actually got was nothing like that. The kobold cocked his head slightly in what looked to be mild confusion, and then grinned and let out a small chuckle and shrug. "Ah, yeah...I probably should have seen that coming. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline."

To Hardin, it might as well have been a foreign language the little reptile was speaking. "...What?"

Tolq rolled his eyes. "Decline. As in, reject your...'generous' offer. Yes, I know you probably don't get that often from my kind, but while I certainly can't say I don't enjoy the pleasures of the flesh as my kin do, I've got a tad more self-control when it comes to these things. And while I'm sure you're...decent enough, I don't raise my tail for just anyone, that generally causes more trouble than it's worth. So, yeah, I apologize, but it's a no-go for me."

The minotaur's disbelief was almost tangible. Kobolds rarely said no to sex, and even more rarely meant it. And for Hardin, his difficulty coming to terms with this was affecting how he reacted to it...and the swollen sheath beneath his loincloth, already working to draw blood to his nethers, wasn't helping that judgment. Hardin was no stranger to pushing after a no, but he typically could tell who might be pliable and who was firm on it, and he didn't waste his time or cause trouble he didn't need by going for those who clearly weren't interested. But his poor, kobold-deprived cock couldn't accept that he could get a firm no from one of those little lizard sluts, and made a persuasive case to his brain that it couldn't be real, the red was just playing hard to get, or maybe WANTED to be taken by force. And Hardin didn't spend enough time questioning that conclusion to think better of what he did next, as he tore his loincloth away and started to bear down on Tolq, swelling and emerging cock getting prepared for action regardless of the kobold's response. "I think perhaps you don't understand me...I'm not SUGGESTING your participation, I'm DEMANDING it."

Tolq didn't scamper, but he did steel himself. "Heh...I probably should have guessed this would go about this well, too. All right, then...you want it, you just try to take it!"

Hardin gladly approved of this - it only seemed to reinforce his distorted notion. He lunged for Tolq, a relatively quick move despite his much larger frame. The nimble lizard, though, easily leapt away, causing Hardin to crash to the ground. He was up again quickly, and didn't lose sight of Tolq, who wasn't too far away, hopping back and forth a bit and clearly trying to be ready to move. Hardin's second attempt at a grab was a bit more restrained, since the element of surprise was no longer available, and Tolq danced back out of reach from his big mitt. He kept himself facing towards Hardin, keeping his tail from being vulnerable - Hardin would have loved to been able to grab that and end this.

The minotaur wasn't worried - either Tolq would give in to what he wanted, or he only needed one good grab. He'd seen enough to be able to tell that the kobold was unarmed, and while he was too, he was less liable to be damaged than Tolq was, so he was sure that he wasn't going to be the victim of a surprise attack. He just had to try not to wear down too much, clearly Tolq's strategy would be to deplete his stamina and then get away so that Hardin couldn't try to chase or track him. Surely he could outlast one little kobold, they weren't known for endurance, except when it came to their sex holes...

He kept trying to dart forward, kept trying to lunge and surprise Tolq with his movements, but Tolq kept well away from him, Hardin wasn't even really getting close. Laying out again probably would have been better, but there was a complication to that now - his full-mast erection swinging in front of him. A hard landing on THAT would certainly have put an end to this, and not in a way Hardin would enjoy in the slightest. He would have thought Tolq would be at a disadvantage, having the organ so in-his-face as it was, but the red reptile wasn't remotely fazed by it...it was starting to dawn on Hardin that this wasn't a regular kobold, but in his lust that made him just want to win more.

He managed, after a bit more effort, to get a bit closer to Tolq, and in a flash tried another idea - another lay-out lunge, but flinging himself onto his side, avoiding coming down on his turgid shaft. It ALMOST worked - he felt his fingers graze Tolq's ankle before the kobold managed to get away. As he picked himself up, he could hear Tolq muttering quietly. "Careless...tch, shouldn't be cocky..."

"You could give yourself up now, make this easier for both of us," growled Hardin. Hard-to-get was one thing, but this was getting ridiculous. It did seem like he was getting somewhere, Tolq was breathing harder, but so was Hardin himself.

"Not a chance," replied Tolq. "My fault for underestimating you, but that won't happen again."

"Fine, if that's how you want it!" Hardin charged forward, expecting to have to stop and reorient as the kobold dodged - he wasn't at all ready for Tolq to jump AT him, vaulting off of his head and sending him pitching forward, barely managing to stop his fall before his dick took the brunt of it. Again he hurriedly rose and turned, eyes narrowing as he saw Tolq's hands glowing with a yellowish aura. Magic? I can't tell what kind. It can't be that strong, though, I don't feel too much energy coming from it.

He tried to grab again, but this time Tolq caught his hand with both of his own, and suddenly Hardin felt a fierce tightness and buzz through his arm, making him bellow out. He pulled back, but the damage was done - he felt a potent tingle, and the limb failed to move on his command, hanging limply down off his side. Before he could process this fully, Tolq leapt at him again, his palm making full contact with the minotaur's chest, and a sudden burst pushed Hardin backwards, that same tightness and tingle taking over the rest of his body. He swayed a moment before falling back flat on the ground, rapping his head a bit painfully.

Only now did it sink in that this wasn't playing hard-to-get at all.

The spell was not a pleasant one. It wasn't true paralysis, but a facsimile of it - he could still feel everything, including a less-than-fun tingle throughout every part of him except his head. Anything he tried to move, other than tilting his head up, was met with failure - his limbs could twitch and flex a little, but no larger motions would work. He'd been got good...and that wasn't good, far from just not beating the kobold, he now was in fairly significant danger. How long would it last? Would someone find him and do terrible things to him?

"Well, I'm glad THAT worked. Probably shouldn't have waited that long." Tolq looked a bit relieved, his hands no longer glowing. "Everyone thinks I'm defenseless just because I don't carry a weapon through town...I guess it's nice to be underestimated sometimes, though."

"You...what..."

"Oh, relax. It's not permanent. But, it should last long enough for a bit of...let's call it 'poetic justice.' Though the magistrates probably wouldn't use that term, or approve of it, but I don't see any around, so..." With a bit of a chuckle, Hardin saw Tolq start to remove his vest. Now he was terribly confused...after all this, he was disrobing? Surely something was up, he hadn't resisted all this time just to break now...

Tolq's vest was hung on a nail on the alley wall, soon joined by his trousers. "Too bad there's not a place I'd trust to put these down folded...ah, well, wasn't really planning on this, but as long as the opportunity's here..." The kobold, now in the buff, turned and stepped back towards Hardin, grinning down at the immobilized minotaur. "Aw, is the big cow confused? I wasn't lying earlier, I didn't want what you were offering. But since you decided to try to force the issue, I figure I might as well go with my...counter-offer. One where I'M the one in charge."

"Wh-what?! That's...that's not..."

"Not what? Right? Fair? Natural for a kobold?" Tolq's grin was menacingly wide. "More of us enjoy topping than you think. It's just not easy for us to find anyone who'll go for it...not that I blame them, really. But I decided anyone who tried to take me by force would get whatever I had to give them, on my own terms...and believe me, you're not the first one to try. So now, your punishment is being in MY service for a bit. Be a good cowboy, and maybe you'll even like it, even if it wasn't what you were looking for in the first place."

Hardin bristled. He wasn't bugged by a lot, but he HATED being called a cow...it didn't matter how technically close it was, it was never not demeaning. But there was nothing he could do to Tolq now, his body was still uncooperative, and he was entirely at this kobold's mercy. And that was even MORE demeaning...bested and used by a kobold, of all things? If anyone found out, he'd never hear the end of it, it would be the joke around any place he ever went to. Maybe he could talk his way out of it, apologize and promise not to bother him again...but before he could scramble for the words, Tolq took action, straddling over his face, and Hardin found himself face-to-ass with the underside of a lizard.

"Figured we could start here...since you have such a FIXATION with my ass, surely you won't mind giving it a nice tongue bath? Of course you won't. Don't be afraid to get deep in there, I'm sure I'm not the first kobold tailhole you've eaten."

Hardin winced as that rear was pressed right up against his muzzle. It was certainly true that he'd rimmed them before, but somehow this wasn't the same...usually when he did it, it was when he had a tight grip on their legs, his fat cock in their mouths, and taking them and making them squeal with authority. Being immobilized and forced into it was not at all the same kind of experience! But he didn't have any ways out here, not while his body was uncooperative and Tolq could reassert that spell whenever he pleased...tentatively he started to lick, tongue darting out and lapping over that pucker. It certainly wasn't that bad...bad situation or not, it was still kobold tail, something about it had a rather compelling flavor.

"Hm, good start, but I'm sure you can do better." Tolq pushed down a bit more, making sure that nose or tongue, something was always in contact with his anus. "You're not getting a reprieve until I get my release, so if you want to get back up any time soon, you'd better put some more effort into it."

Hardin groaned a bit, but he complied nonetheless, starting to lick more and push against that star. At least he had a goal...how hard could it be to get a kobold to cum? Indeed, his efforts were causing Tolq to moan a bit already. "Mm, now we're getting somewhere. Keep it up, cowboy." The kobold snickered when he felt Hardin flinch from that term. "Oh, you're not big on that one, are you? Very nice, I love when they have a weakness."

How embarrassing...Hardin couldn't believe he was getting so degraded by a kobold. At least they were in relative privacy, no one had to see it, no one had to know...he pushed more, getting his tongue inside that pucker and starting to lick deeper, it wasn't as easy without being able to use his hands but Tolq was making sure the contact was staying nice and close. But this wasn't the end of it...Hardin let out a loud "Ah!" when he suddenly felt a hot buzzing through his cock, one that almost seemed to coordinate with that sharp tingle from the locking spell to make pleasure shoot through him! A jet of precum spurted up from his erection, splattering down around his loins messily.

"Well, THAT was quite the reaction!" Tolq sounded pleased with himself...Hardin didn't feel anything physically on his shaft, which meant that the sneaky lizard must have been using magic again. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised, all that running around trying to chase me down was probably foreplay for you. But I can't have you going off and enjoying yourself TOO much before you've done your duty..."

Hardin didn't like the sound of that, and didn't like the feel of it any more. Suddenly, he felt a tightness around the base of his cock, again something magical rather than physical, which made it all the more effective. The hot buzzing intensified, but not a droplet of precum came out, not even a slight ooze. The magic ring let the pleasure come right along, but there was no way he'd be able to cum like this! He whined and whimpered a bit, but that was all he could do, other than keep working over Tolq's rear and hope that that would be enough to grant him some clemency.

"Ah, now that's a bit more like it..." purred Tolq, squirming a bit and grinding his ass against that bull muzzle. "But I'm sure you can get deeper inside...I'm very stretchy, the ones who've managed to best me would certainly attest to that. Come on, delve right in there..." Groaning a bit, Hardin did his best to comply, pushing his tongue against the scaly creature's pucker and trying to force it in. It would have been easier if he had his hands to work with, but no such luck...and Tolq's statement made his face burn, why couldn't he have been one of the ones to get the better of him? It was fruitless to complain about it now, though, he just had to swallow his pride down and deal with the consequences...

Which, embarrassingly, had not been that distasteful so far, if he was being honest with himself. His eyes lidded a bit as he slurped Tolq's rear, the bold 'bold was certainly tasty and enticing, just as he'd thought. There was something just a little bit more potent about his flavor, a mildly musky thing that most kobolds lacked, they were lightly-flavored most of the time but this one had a bit more weight to it. And his cock WAS getting quite the workover as well, even if it wasn't inside a tight ass or muzzle it was still definitely quite enjoyable, even if his nads were starting to protest at their inability to release even a few drips. He caught himself moaning a bit, too late to catch himself from letting out those traitorous sounds of pleasure.

"Ehee, does the cowboy enjoy being mastered by a kobold?" Tolq's legs clamped against his head, surprisingly strong and barring him from shaking his head no. "Hehehe, you know, most of you big buffoons start to get into it, I really should expect that more often than I do. Keep it up, I'm getting nice and hot now, get that tongue against my button in there and you'll get this done faster."

What could Hardin do but probe around for that prime pleasure point? The longer he stayed this way, the more likely someone bigger would come around and make even more trouble for him...and he didn't trust Tolq to be complacent enough to not be aware of whether the spell was wearing off, he doubted he would get the chance to ambush this one for revenge. Faster was better, so he worked his tongue deeper and harder in there, trying to give Tolq the rimming of his life. One of those times he was thankful for his long and flexible tongue, it was no lizard's but it was pretty effective nonetheless.

The harder he licked and slurped, the more he heard Tolq moaning and panting...he could also feel the kobold shifting a bit, he was starting to stroke himself as well, and channeling more of that buzz into Hardin's cock, making the minotaur shiver as the denied pleasure built up further. Oh, he wanted to cum so badly...as humiliating as it was to have it milked out of him by the domination of a kobold, the need to receive that pinnacle of pleasure was strong enough that he was willing to concede to it. Far worse to get NO orgasm out of it, right? But he couldn't feel that ring releasing at all, not relinquishing even a tiny bit of pressure...surely he wasn't going to leave Hardin in this kind of state, right? His moans got a little bit louder as that pleasure crept up more and more, his dick throbbing like it was going to explode right off of him. Hardin was almost frantically tonguing Tolq's tailhole now, trying to use the kobold's moans and twitches to tell him where he needed to concentrate on, trying to get him the release that he commanded...

Suddenly Tolq tightened down on Hardin's tongue, letting out a cry of euphoria as he unloaded, right onto Hardin's chest and stomach. The bull could feel each lance of seed splatter down onto him, making a nice right mess of himself - and more than he expected from a kobold, at that, Tolq was giving off quite the load to paint him with. His face flushed a bit as the evidence of his domination was plastered all over him, that was not going to be the easiest thing to hide...he normally wasn't concerned about looking a bit disheveled or lewd, such things were less remarked on for his kind than they were for humans, but this was not the sort of thing he wanted to be wearing, lest someone figure out the story behind it...

Finally, Tolq rose up, giving Hardin relief from his task...the redness in his face intensified when he realized he rather missed that mildly musky kobold scent after it was removed from his face, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. "Mm, not bad, you caught on faster than some of them did, at least. And your tongue really is pretty skillful. Something tells me you didn't even mind that all that much, hehe..." The kobold just snickered at the dark look Hardin gave him. "Well, I think you've learned your lesson, at least. Anyway, I suppose I should be getting on my way..."

Hardin did a double-take, unsure whether most of the panic was in his mind or his throbbing, deprived dick. "Wh-what?! No! You, you can't leave me like this!"

"Oh, well, I'm sure I could, something tells me you're not going to be getting up to stop me any time soon." Tolq did pause in his retreat, though. "Or are you saying you want more? Oh, dear, perhaps I DID leave you a little needy...but I would consider that a just punishment for trying to use it on me, personally."

"N-no, please, don't...I..." Hardin was struggling for words, and the worst part was he knew damn well the kobold had other plans for him. He was seriously trying to milk this, and there was nothing Hardin could do about it but play along. "I...I need..."

That sly look on Tolq's face was all Hardin needed to see to know he was in for it as he turned back to him, leaning on his broad body and running a hand along the underside of his cock. "Need...this? Well, I'm not so sure I'm convinced...maybe I need to hear something from you about how desperate you are..."

Hardin couldn't have held it back even if his life depended on it. "Please, let me cum, let me free, I don't care how, I don't even have to put it in you, I need...I need to cum, please don't leave me like this!" It sounded rather pitiful even to him, and yet he could swear that he was getting even more aroused...there was something so wrong about having to BEG for a kobold to get him off that it was almost kind of hot.

Tolq was apparently satisfied, but what he did next was not what Hardin would ever have thought. "Well, since you asked so nicely...but if you think I'm just gonna mount up and ride it...hee, I'll grant it IS a nice tempting spire of flesh." Tolq stepped on Hardin's chest, giving the minotaur a look at the erection the kobold was sporting - definitely not minotaur sized, though it was rather larger than he usually saw on kobolds, a deeper red than his own body and bearing a pointed tip and a few sparse bumps down the shaft. "But I think I have a better idea...since I still want to make sure you get your lesson out of this, I think I'll be on top in a different way."

It didn't click what he meant with that right away...not until Hardin saw Tolq step back and walk around to his legs, using his brand of magic to part them and lift the bull a bit to line up at his tailhole. The kobold was going to fuck him! That little bugger was going to bugger a big bull like him, like he was the boss! That was assuredly the most humiliating thing in a ball of humiliations, one never let themselves get fucked by a kobold, not even as a joke! But...the objection died before his tongue could speak it, his jaw clenched tight. He had begged, pleaded with Tolq to give him his release, he had to endure everything that Tolq wanted in order to get that. At the very least, maybe when he was done with this he'd offer some grace, there was no way a kobold fucking would be enough to get him to blow, even as keyed up as he was.

Somehow, Hardin had failed once again to give Tolq his due, and underestimating him yet again was going to cost him a fair bit more dignity. The first shove in was more than enough proof of this...Tolq was far from the largest thing Hardin had ever had back there, and while it certainly wasn't a nothing stretch it wasn't anything the minotaur couldn't handle, but it was when scaled hips met fuzzy ass that the real magic happened. Hardin's eyes bugged out as he felt a burst of something radiate through his insides, spreading the impact of his impalement far deeper and wider than just the extent of Tolq's cock. A shocked, half-bellowing moan escaped him, and he felt his cock throb even harder as pleasure bolted through it. That was FAR beyond his wildest expectations!

"Hah! Now that's what I like to hear!" proclaimed Tolq gleefully. "May not be the biggest, but learn enough tricks and you can make up for any deficit! Mrr, you're tighter than I thought, too, definitely not inexperienced but I'm pretty sure you don't do much on this end, sure haven't for a while...heh, I think we're both going to enjoy this!" Maintaining a firm grip, Tolq began to thrust in and out, slickening that bull rear with his precum to speed things up, panting and crooning at the pleasure he was getting.

And Hardin was getting the ride of his life, in the way he would never have believed possible even if one of the gods of foresight had told it. It was almost like chain lightning in his ass, except not truly electric (he knew the difference, thanks to a deliciously kinky dragon), every thrust delivering a burst that slammed through his whole lower torso, bathing it in brilliant pleasure. He'd gotten far less out of dicks several times the size of what was currently pummeling him! And it seemed the most potent bolts were targeting his sensitive prostate and passing up to zap his cock and balls directly, making them jerk and twitch in time with the impact of Tolq's body against his. It barely registered to him that that ring had loosened just a bit until a squirt of his own precum jolted out to splash on his own muzzle, his mouth open-mid moan so he was made to taste his own prespunk. He couldn't believe how aroused he was, even more than when it started, enough that he barely cared that he was being reduced to wanton sluttiness by a damn kobold. His voice was easily loud enough that someone could surely hear it, and he couldn't have held himself back if it was a matter of life or death.

"D-damn!" Tolq's voice was strained, he was clearly in his own slice of heaven, plapping against him hard and with lewd wet sounds, Hardin not so overwhelmed that he couldn't feel the spurts of warm kobold precum in his rear. "You're really...ah, getting into it, never had one this loud and, ngh, ex-expressive before! Ah, yeah, keep that up, I love it!" A little bit more loosening, and the pleasure redoubled again, Hardin getting another surge of bliss as his cock geysered more pre onto himself, that ring allowing just enough but still preventing him from a full-on climax. The closer he got, the more he wanted it, and the more he wanted it, the louder he moaned and cried out, interrupted only when he got another faceful of himself. Even if he could have moved at this point, he couldn't have stopped what was happening, couldn't have gotten the wherewithal to seize back control, he was a helpless slave to his dick's need at the moment and nothing else mattered other than getting off.

For that, he was sure he needed Tolq to get off...to let the kobold seed him, mark his insides in a way that a kobold never did, and he swore to all the gods that it was just making him lustier now, like he'd come to crave that insult to his pride...maybe it was just that need driving him, but that wouldn't make him any less fucked by a kobold. Not only that, but Tolq was almost certain to make him shoot off by fucking him alone, something that he would never hear the end of if it ever got out to anyone else...and none of it mattered, the whole universe centered around that dick in his ass and his own desperate shaft, every bit of pride was expendable. The last breakdown was realizing that one part of him had regained a bit of natural control, his ass released faster from the bursts of magic stimulating them and breaking down the stun spell...and he used that reacquired control to clench down on Tolq's cock, trying to bring the reptile to the pinnacle and feel him claim him fully.

It worked far better than he would have expected, and the chain reaction was almost explosive. Tolq yelled out as he was shoved over the edge, slamming in and releasing his jizz into Hardin's ass, the magic burst extra-powerful and resonating through Hardin's body, washing away that blocking ring and sending Hardin into the most violent climax he'd ever felt. The bull's heavy, backed-up balls spared no effort churning out every drop of cum they could possibly manage, each wave washing over Hardin's torso, neck and face, covering up the kobold cum with a much heavier helping of jizz, spunking him up more than he'd ever been in his life, and it was absolutely glorious. Hardin thought he might pass out completely from the sheer rapture, it felt better than any time he'd ever been the one slamming into a tight kobold rear, and that had been a HARD thing to match up to. By the time he finally felt spent, his gonads were aching, his entire chest and face were dripping with semen, and he was heaving like he'd run at least a full marathon. He swore even the sky was spinning overhead, though maybe that was just his head trying to catch up with things.

He was barely aware that Tolq had relinquished control of him, until he heard the kobold's footsteps next to him. The red reptile leaned down over his head, grinning down at him, already dressed...had he been fast, or was Hardin's mind just way behind? "You were a ton of fun, never had someone get THAT much kick outta that. Next time I run into you, I'm not sure how much I'll be able to help myself...well, maybe we'll see what happens. Heh, until we meet again, if the gods grace it..." And with that, Tolq trod off, an audible spring in his step, leaving behind a tired, still mostly immobile minotaur that looked like he'd been in a pudding explosion.

Hardin wasn't sure how long it was until the tingling in his body ceased, but it wasn't too much after Tolq had departed. He sat up, weary and dizzy, trying to get his bearings. It was all starting to sink in...he been defeated, dominated, and conquered by a creature legendary for submissiveness and sluttiness. If anyone heard about it, it would follow him until the end of time, he knew he'd get cracks about it every time sex came up, probably even when it didn't, and it would taint his image as a proud, dominant male for anyone else he ever came across.

And the worst part was, it was going to be HELL finding another one to give him a repeat performance. Hopefully he'd run into Tolq again, but if he did he'd be hunting for something a lot different from his norm...