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Anak huffed as he pressed himself tight against the wall. With his dark gray, nearly black, hide and dark stained leathers, the kobold male nearly blended in with the rocks. He closed his eyes to the barest of slits, masking the glimmer from his dark vision as a patrol padded past, their claws barely scratching on the bare stone. Be as a rock, he told himself over and over, holding his breath until the sounds of the patrol faded down the tunnel. Only then did he open an eye and peek out of the tiny crevice he'd lodged himself into. For a long moment, he barely even breathed before nodding. They were long gone and he was free to continue on. Snatching his pack behind a rock, the male was moving before it even settled against his spine.

Oh sure, he didn't have to go sneaking around and avoiding the patrols like he did. They were members of his own warren, after all, and he was allowed to be in this area. All-Watcher Skzig wasn't too fond of his little excursions but there was little even he cold do it.

Not when She said that he was welcome any time.

Just thinking about Her made the male's mouth twist into a wide smile. She was the most lovely creature in all of existence, the mere thought of her always feeling him with a warm joy and a longing to be in Her presence again. He could still remember the day that Skzig had caught him coming out of Her chambers. The All-Watcher had tried to tear him down, berate him for spending so much time away from the clan, even if it was spent with Her. He had just begun to threaten Anak with exile when Her voice purred at the All-Watcher. She had made it clear that She enjoyed his company and would consider it an inconvenience if her jilnpel (her pet name for him), would have to sneak in from exile to entertain her. Not even the All-Watcher dare to go against Her wishes, no matter how it might burn his tail.

If he closed his eyes he could still see the defeated look on the All-Watcher's face as he agreed to allow Anak to freely come visit Her without any further hassle. It was one of his favorite memories.

His habits might have been easier for the All-Watcher to handle if he'd taken on a more traditional role. Storyteller wasn't a task that kobolds took on often. Maybe one a generation, readying to pick up the mantel as the current Keeper of Tales was aging. The Keeper already had a protege in Drak, but Anak had fallen in love with the tales and the feel of the instruments, so wise old Buga had taken him under his wing, literally since he was a dragonwrought. Skzig hadn't liked that there were two Keepers in training, preferring to have more workers tending to the mines of bodies willing to patrol

His reflections ceased as he neared Her chambers. The kobold purred as warm air soaked into his limbs, almost welcoming him back. There was something else in the air though, a scent that tickled at his nose and pulled at his attention. Setting his pack on the ground, he pondered just what that was as he shed his leathers. Flipping his pack open, Anak happily reached in and drew out his finery. Worm silks dyed in vibrant colors. Different from the darker hues that the others in his clan might have, since She had given him a gift of some dyes. Of course he had shared some with the All-Watcher and Keeper of Tales, but there were a couple shades he had carefully tucked away while dying his silks. Along with some of his clan's vibrate reds, he also had some rich purples that he just loved. Best of all, She had crooned and adored his new finery when he had come to show it to her.

Shoving the leathers into his pack, Anak shoved it behind a rock before gathering his little drum. He took a moment to adjust himself, make sure his few pieces of jewelry, more gifts from Her, were in place. With the biggest possible smile on his face, the kobold walked right into Her chambers.

Belinda sat up slowly as he entered her chambers, a deep purr rolling from the crimson female. Rolling her glorious head, the dragoness spoke an ancient word and made the entirety of her chambers flood with a soft light. The glow came from the many treasures that littered her cavern floor. Sparkling from the depths of gems, glowing from mounds of gold, whispering across items that he couldn't begin to identify. She smiled just for him and purred, "Ah, my sweet little Jilnpel. I have been looking forward to your visit, I have longed for a distraction." Her scales rasped against the floor as she moved her beautiful form. "Come, weave a story for me."

He happily rushed over to her, tail swaying behind him. The red dragon formed a rest out of her claws, giving him a place to sit and perform. Anak turned his drum sideways and grasped it in his maw gently as he scaled her forelimbs and settled himself. Belinda's smoky breath rolled over him as she lay her head down with a purr, watching him with one great eye. Leaning his head back, he spat his drum up into the air, watching it twist and flip before grabbing at it. The kobold grabbed and batted it a moment, acting as if he were fumbling with it before finally clutching it to his chest with a relieved sigh. She smiled and laughed softly at the show of foolery, making him return the smile. The thought that she was wanting to have him visit and provide her with entertainment always made his chest swell with pride. That she, a creature many, many times his size, was eager to lay there and be entranced by his stories would be unbelievable if he didn't experience it first hand.

Fingers rapped against the skin of his drum, drawing out a little tune. He breathed in the music, nose twitching as her aroma wafted around him. "Did I ever tell you about the time where I was working with the mining crew, and fell into a great chamber full of molten rock?"

Her head moved in closer, breathing in his scent and allowing her hot breath to wash over him. "No, you haven't told me about that." Her eyes drifted closed, listening to his voice as he wove the tale for her, fingers keeping a steady beat, adding flavor to his words. Normally, she would lay there in silence, listening to his stories and occasionally ask a question, or make the appropriate noise. Today was different though. She was fidgeting, squirming, constantly shifting and making him lose his beat more than once. It flustered him, but he always picked right back up where he had left off.

After a particularly bad one, which nearly threw him from his perch, the dragon let out a heavy sigh; "Forgive me, I keep interrupting you." Her massive muzzle moved in and nudged against his body. "And before you say that it is no trouble, I would remind you that I do not apologize often."

He smiled at her and reached out, rubbing his hands over her heavy scales. "Could I ask what is troubling you? Perhaps I can help."

Belinda chuckled, but pushed her muzzle into his hands as her eyes closed most of the way, breathing in his scent. "It is one of those points in my life where my body longs to feel a male, to bear a clutch of eggs, and raise strong young hatchlings." Her breath washed over him again as his fingers gently scratched her muzzle. "And of course, there are no males worthy of that honor within any reasonable flying distance." His eyes widened at her confession. That would explain a great many things. Hatchery duty was always a favorite of his, sitting there with the younglings and telling them stories about the great kobolds, and weaving exciting tales for them.

Leaning in, he kissed the tip of her nose. "I would doubt that any male exists that would be worthy of your magnificence." A purr rolled across him as her forked tongue caressed his features, something she always did when he flattered her. Grinning at the dragon, he ran his fingers over that powerful muscle and her warm lips. "While I may not be a dragon, perhaps I could offer my services for some relief?"

She laughed and drew her head back, giving him a highly amused look. "And how is my little jilnpel going to offer me relief?" Moving a hand, she ran the tip of a sword-like claw against his cheek. "You are a great weaver of stories, but you are hardly big enough to offer me any relief from my season."

He puffed his chest out and hopped to his feet, slapping his drum. "I may not be comparable to your greatness in size, but I have only ever received compliments for my prowess. While I may not be of size to give you a clutch, I can provide pleasure for you." He gave her his biggest grin as he struck a bold pose. "You have often complimented me on my silver tongue, My Lady."

Now the laughter faded from her eyes. The luminescent golden orbs looking over him as he stood there on one of her arms. A chill raced through his spine, wondering if he had gone too far with his offering. Even as fear began to creep through his limbs, he kept the smile on his face. She smiled and nodded, "Alright then, my little silver-tongued bard." Lifting him into the air, the great female rolled onto her back with a thunderous purr. Belinda deposited him onto her belly and lifted her head to glance at the male. "If you can truly please me, then I will reward you. If you don't..." she trailed off with a deeper noise, one that wasn't quite a purr. Her tongue slid over her lips slowly before she smacked her lips heavily.

He gave her his best smile, "No reward will be needed, it is my pleasure." Laying his drum down, the kobold dropped nearly to all fours before scurrying along her belly. It was harder than he thought it'd be, since the scales along her underside were softer than he'd thought. Moving across her belly was harder since it moved under him with each of her breaths. He glanced over his shoulder at the female. She had her head propped up, watching him. Giving her a smile and a wink, he slipped over her scales and slid down, keeping a hand on her thigh to slow his descent.

The dragoness's tail made a much more stable platform for him to stand on. Keeping a hand on her warm scales, he tilted his head back and sniffed, moaning as her scent swirled around him. Turning, he was greeted by the sight of her privates, folds parted ever so slightly to reveal to reveal inner lips that glistened like gemstones. He shifted from foot to foot, just looking at her bejeweled valley and feeling his member stirring inside of his trousers. Eyes widened at the feel of the smooth silk against his tip. He had to shake his head to get his mind rolling again. Clothes, he didn't want them getting soaked and have his dyes maybe run all over her scales. He quickly took off his clothing and looked around. A foreclaw slipped into view, "Here," she purred, "I'll take them." Grinning, he draped them over her claw. The dragoness purred as she moved her hand away, tail swaying under him as she put it away.

Anak had to brace himself on her body, his hand close to her slit as she shifted. Her scales were very warm, hot actually, to the touch, and so very smooth. Along parts of her body the scales were as large as plates, some as large as platters. These were tiny though, and felt as soft as silk under his fingers. The kobold looked over her form, seeing her tailhole tucked down lower, just above where her tail joined her body. That wasn't really what he was interested in at the moment though. Moving in, he leaned against her body, feeling her warmth soak into his cool body. The kobold purred and ran both his hands along her lips, massaging them gently. He paused for just a moment when a low moan came from the dragoness, her hips pushing against his hands. The kobold's maw split into a grin as her moan vibrated through his body. A roll of his hips made his member glide against her silken scales. Moving his body in closer, he placed a hand on either side of her slit and gently pushed her lips apart, revealing her sweet furnace to him. He basked in her warmth as he lay against her. A shiver ran through him as he felt her liquid heat running along his front, coating his length. A twitch of his hips made his cock slip into her folds, breathing out a moan at the feel of her outer lips against him.

He couldn't count the number of kobold female's he'd been with. Every few nights at least, he was bedding another one, sometimes every night. Not to mention nearly every celebration would devolve into an orgy involving nearly every adult in the clan. Nothing had ever been like this before. It wasn't just the size difference, or that she was a dragoness. It was the smell. The heat. His entire world revolved around her right now. Nothing else mattered, nothing else could matter, and nothing else should. Still, the basic layout seemed to be similar enough. Just on a much larger scale. Although getting a kobold girl to squirm was an entirely different task than making this goddess writhe.

No use just sitting here and staring at it. Had to get to work and get her roaring.

Holding her lips apart, he ran his tongue across her folds. If he had thought her scent was incredible, her taste nearly made his knees buckle. He rubbed his head against her, nuzzling over the dragoness's mound as his tongue slipped and swept against her. Belinda's breathing deepened as he tended to her, hips pushing against him. Jarred by the slight roll, he gasped as his member was pushed into her folds, feeling the incredible heat soaking into his needful flesh. A purr rattled from him as he pulled her lips apart, allowing his tongue to drive even deeper into her. She squirmed slowly against him as her juices began to flow freely, coating the kobold's front and trickling down her scales. The more he licked and nuzzled, the warmer her body became. Moving upwards, he nearly ran nose-first into her clit. The dragon's jewel was slipping out of its hiding place now, the nub nearly the size of a melon now.

Good thing that kobolds could hold surprisingly large things in their maw. Stretching his neck out, the male closed his mouth around her clitoris, tongue dancing across the trapped pleasure sphere. The gambit was rewarded with a throaty moan from the female, her body lifting upwards sharply before dropping to the ground with a rock-shaking thud. Shaken by the motion, the storyteller's hand slipped on her slick scales and pushed against her folds. He released her clit with a gasp, not wanting to accidentally hurt her, as his arm sank into her depths right up to his shoulder. It waved around inside of her for a moment, making her shudder and rock her hips against him more.

He managed to keep from slipping in further, but the way she was moving brought a delighted grin to his face. An idea formed, very sexy and yet by the strangest thought that had ever graced his head.

The kobold took a deep breath and braced his feet before pushing his head against her. He closed his eyes and pushed forward, feeling her heat soak into his face. Her entrance was tight and would have given a male dragon a nice squeeze, but he wasn't one. He was a kobold Keeper of Tales, and he was rather adapt at worming into tight places.

"What are you doing?" came the breathless question, Belinda's head lifting to look down at him. Rather than answer her, he drew his head back and took another deep breath before lunging against her. Hot, soaking wet folds wrapped around his body. First his head, then his shoulders. Now both arms and part of his torso. Working his arms around ahead of him, the male blindly felt against her inner walls as he twisted and squirmed. Slick, powerful muscles trembled around him before tightening down around his form. For a second, he was afraid that she was going to push him out, but then the muscles began to pull at him like they'd pull on a male's member. He twisted as he was pulled into the female, her warmth soaking into his body. Now his entire torso was inside of her. Then his hips, legs kicking at the air as his stubby tail slapped against her clit. A moan shook through her body, tunnel clenching around his body.

He twisted around inside of her, trying to hold back a moan of his own as her powerful muscles squeezed around his form. Each roll of her wet insides made his aching member slide against his belly, adding to the distraction. Under normal circumstances, he'd be able to hold his breath for a minute or more, but there was no chance of that now. Twisting inside of the dragoness, he paused as his muzzle brushed against an area that felt different from the rest. Nuzzling the area, he was greeted with a rippling tunnel and a moan that shook the dragon's body. He smiled to himself and began to nuzzle and lap at that spot. Each motion made her insides twitch around him, more of her sweet juices coating his body. Her milking motions grew faster and more frantic as he pushed against her. By now his own hips were gyrating, cock sliding against her slick muscles, feeling the squeeze down there as well.

A thunderous roar shook her entire body, her vagina clamping down around the male so hard he felt the breath being driven from his lungs. Arms were pressed tight against his form, trapping him there as her insides flashed incredibly hot. He groaned from the double pleasure of feeling her body rolling against him and that wonderful heat. Arching his back, the kobold bucked his hips as he loosed his own load, seed running against his belly and splashing over her inner walls. Eyes rolled back behind tightly clenched lids as he felt a darkness starting to creep up on him.

Just before he passed out, something wrapped around his feet and tugged. Anak went limp as he was pulled out, body glistening with her liquid treasure. The male gasped as his head popped free, dangling there as he just panted, his senses filled with her. When he finally did open his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a dragoness laying under him. Her tail was an absolute mess, scales sparkling as the light glistened off her juices. Hot breath washed over him, the female still recovering from her climax.

That hot breath made him look upwards and gasp. Her tongue was curled around his feet, the only part of him that had been outside of her body. She snapped her head back and released him, making the male scream as he cartwheeled through the air. He barely made a couple rotations before her face rushed up at him, heavy jaws snapping closed around his form. In a panic, he grabbed onto her tongue, the first thing he could, and held on as his heart pounded. The tongue rolled and wrestled with him a moment, squirming out of his grasp with ease.

Anak closed his eyes tight as that muscle rolled around him, bathing over every inch of his body. He only dared to look when her jaws opened again and she gently deposited him on the ground next to her.

Belinda purred deeply and nudged her nose against his body. "Well, my little explorer held up his end of the bargain." A shiver ran through her, making her scales rattle against the stone. "It has been a long time since I felt anything like that." Her voice dropped as she nuzzled him, purring louder. "I am still quivering inside."

Cupping her muzzle, he planted a kiss on her lips and smiled. "It is my pleasure." The little male gave her sweet lips a lick of his own. "About my reward."

She arched an eyeridge and rumbled. "And here I recall you saying you didn't wish to be rewarded. Still, I would like to hear your request."

He grinned at her, "I wish to tend to the most beautiful and lovely of dragonesses until her need has passed."

Belinda purred deeply at him and licked his front again, nudging him towards her flank. "Granted."

"No fucking way that is true." Anak stopped cold and looked up. A massive ape grunted and ripped a massive chunk off the meat he clutched in his hand. Rogar snorted, "Little runt like you, winding up with a dragoness? Load of bullock."

Anak put a hand on his chest, adopting his best offended look. "My friend, I never tell a lie. Every one of my stories, unbelievable though they may be, are true."

Rogar jabbed at him with the hunk of meat. "Alright then, prove it." The kobold looked around as murmurs came from the rest of the adventuring party.

After a moment he gave a sigh and shrugged, "Alright, but I have to warn you. A dragoness stays pregnant for a while. And they can be rather cranky." He grinned as the ape's features dropped, the big male looking over the kobold to see if there were any tells that he was lying. "I should visit anyway, she should be due to lay soon."