Lust of the Kobolds: Part III

by Dani Dundee

  It was difficult to walk as I was, my tailhole bruised, sore and dripping. I had to keep my tail lifted up high to keep it from stinging as I moved. The guard walked behind us and I felt his eyes on my hindquarters the whole way back to Emparsdon. He seemed to really like watching me walk; we accidentally took two wrong turns and had to backtrack at length, either because he was too distracted, or because he deliberately wanted to watch my dripping tailhole for as long as possible.

  “It’s not what you think,” said Jeruth. “We weren’t—”

  “Shut up,” said the guard.

  “No, it—”

  “Shut up!” The guard clicked his tongue angrily, his tail lashing. “No more talking.”

  That was all the protesting we could manage. He walked us through the main bazaar of the city, a huge open space packed with kobolds. My…condition…drew many curious eyes, almost all male. My exposed, dripping tailhole seemed to be utterly alluring to any male who saw it.

  My heart sank when I saw where we were being lead.

  The Council Tower. A huge spire in the centre of the city which housed our people’s leaders. The tip was the the main council chambers. I had never even been inside the building. Jeruth wouldn’t have either. We exchanged a brief, fearful look.

  This was bad.

  Right before the door, a familiar white-scaled face burst out of the crowd, her face worried and confused. Kayeli.

  “Wait,” she said, her eyes also drawn to my hindquarters. “Wait…where are you taking my friend?”

  “Your friend,” said the guard through gritted teeth, “was found mating with this male in the corridors. I’m taking them to the council for judgement.”

  Kayeli’s white eyes widened. “No, you can’t! They’ll kill her!”

  “Such is the punishment for those who breed out of order.”

  Kayeli folded her arms. “I’m coming with you,” she said. “I’ll talk to them, convince them to let you go!”

  “No!” said Jeruth. “You can’t, it won’t work!”

  Too late. The guard grabbed Kayeli’s arm, pulled open the door, and pushed us all through.

  On the other side of the door was a wide stone spiral staircase. Each step was marked with the seal of Emparsdon, our city. Two dragons chasing each other. The Council used it for their official communications and marks.

  “Up,” said the guard.

  “Wait,” I said, holding out my hands and trying my best smile. “What’s your name?”

  He glared at me. “Ix.”

  “Ix, Ix…you-you don’t have to do this, you know.” I spun around, sliding a hand under my tail and lifting it, wiggling my hips. “You can have my tailhole if you want. Just let us go when you’re done.”

  Ix’s eyes were drawn to my tailhole, still dribbling stickiness. Almost subconsciously, it seemed, his hands extended for me, claws gripping my backside and giving a tight, lingering squeeze. One of his digits found its way to my sticky tailhole, rubbing lewdly…the stretched, bruised flesh opened easily for it, and he pushed his digit into the sticky mess.

  I bit my lip and arched my back a little, trying not to look at Kayeli and Jeruth. We needed him to accept…

  “No,” said Ix, seeming to pull out of the trance, pulling back his sticky hand. “No.” He reached out and wiped his hand clean on my back, leaving thick trails of goo on my scales. “It’s against the rules. Up. All of you.”

  It was worth a try. Jeruth went first, then Kayeli, then me. Ix came last, his eyes transfixed on my hindquarters as I climbed.

  Up and up and up and and up. The stairs seemed endless. We passed stone door after door; to where each lead, I had no idea.

  Finally we reached the top, to a large set of ornate steel double doors, each with a dragon’s head for a handle. There were two guards there, spears in hand.

  Ix approached one and whispered to him.

  “Wait here,” said the door guard. He knocked on the door, listened a moment, and then pushed it open a crack, slipped inside and was gone. Ix followed him inside.

  “Well,” I said when we were alone, “I think this is…bad.”

  Kayeli managed a little smile. “I’d kind of hoped we’d meet again, Jeruth, but under somewhat different circumstances.”

  “Mmm?” asked Jeruth, smiling a little too, reaching around and giving my sticky backside a playful squeeze. “Jealous?”

  “Of course!” said Kayeli, folding her arms. “It’s a crying shame that we’re going to be killed before you put your seed in my tailhole.”

  I wasn’t quite sure what to say. “I don’t think there’s time, unfortunately,” I said.

  “Such a shame,” said Kayeli, tsking quietly. She leaned over and kissed Jeruth, grinding her front up against his for a moment, and then she turned and kissed me as well, similarly moving herself against my front. Which felt odd.

  Then we stood around awkwardly for a moment, and the door opened.

  “Enter,” said a deep voice from the other side.

  Chapter III

  Punishment

  The three of us stepped inside. I tried to keep my tailhole clenched as tightly as possible—not that it would do any good. So much had spilt down my legs already. Jeruth had really done a number on me. We briefly exchanged a look; he knew we were all in big trouble.

  But we deserved it. We all went to our fate.

  The room was narrow and long, the floor worked stone and the walls draped in tapestries. Up against the far wall was an elaborate onyx chair, perched upon a raised dais. Sitting in the chair was a tall, muscular kobold with broad shoulders, green scales, and bright red eyes. He regarded us with curious, interested eyes as we entered.

  I knew this kobold. Lord Qrul the Dragonwise, one of the members of the council. A lower ranking one—the lowest, probably—but still more than qualified to deal with us and what we had done.

  All of us fell on our faces; Kayeli, myself, and Jeruth. Ix and the door guard remained standing but dipped their heads reverently.

  We were doomed.

  “So,” said Qrul, his voice deep and commanding, eyes affixed on me. “What have we here? Rust coloured scales, beautiful face, attractive tail…you must be the infamous Taeni.”

  I could barely manage the courage to look up at him. He was so intimidating; so strong and tall and powerful, not only physically, but politically, too. He could have us all killed with a word. “I-I do not think I am infamous,” I stammered out. “I am nobody.”

  That seemed to amuse him. He leaned forward in his chair. “Hardly,” said Qrul. “Syral will hardly shut up about you. About the lips he so admires, the tailhole he wants to claim, the eggs he wants to put in you…Dragon Gods, I can see why.” He made a slow, ‘approach’ gesture with his claw. “Come. Let me take a better look at you.”

  I crawled forward on my hands and knees. I could feel the eyes of the others on my behind, on my sex, on my tailhole, on the goo that still leaked from the latter. There was no point in trying to hide it any more. I crawled closer to the large elevated throne with as much humility as I could muster, and as I reached the dais, I stopped.

  “Closer,” said Qrul, grinning eagerly at me. “Stand.”

  Meekly I slid onto the stone dais and clambered to my feet. I was ready for his punishment, whatever it would be.

  Qrul’s eyes ran over me, from my snout, down my chest and abdomen, to my sticky groin, and my feet, then back up again. Slowly, he twirled his claw, and I obediently turned. I felt his eyes drink in the sight of my backside—how I wished I could hide it!—splattered with Jeruth’s seed.

  My face felt hot when I finally came to face him again.

  Qrul said nothing for a time, looking at me, a wide, eager smile on his face. Then he looked past me to Ix. “Guardian Ix, what crime did this kobold commit?”

  “I would imagine her crime is plain,” said Ix. “Her tailhole has been…used. Without authorisation, against the schedule. By the male.”

  “Fetch Syral,” sa
id Qrul to his door guard, then turned his attention back to Syral’s man. “How did you discover this?”

  “I discovered them in the line of duty.”

  Qrul considered, placing his chin in his hands. “And the female? What crime did she commit?”

  “She wanted to plead Taeni’s case.”

  That gave him pause. “Then she will share Taeni’s fate.” His eyes returned to me. “Well then,” he said, his words slow and deliberate, “your friend will share your fate.”

  I did not know what to say.

  “Tell me of your breeding history,” said Qrul, a pointed edge to his tone. “And not what I can read in Syral’s tomes. The truth. Everyone who’s ever laid their seed in you, on you, around you…and where.”

  A difficult question to answer, not because I didn’t know, but because it might…implicate me. “I-…”

  “The truth,” said Qrul. “Tell me.”

  “J-Jeruth was my first,” I said. “He…he laid his seed in my mouth, in my sex…I laid a strong egg for the community.” Maybe mentioning that would help.

  Qrul gestured for me to continue.

  “Syral, was next—on my back and in my mouth, as well. During the inspection.”

  “Naughty naughty,” said Qrul.

  I fought hard to continue. “Kayeli cleaned me up, and then…Beloth in my mouth, and Xael on m-my…” I felt hot all over, discussing all this. “On my backside as well. Then I tasted Xael, just a little, and bred with them both. I don’t know which one fertilised me, but again, I laid.”

  “But those were all authorised,” said Qrul, “more or less.”

  “J…Jeruth.” I tried to keep the stammer out of my voice. “After they had bred me, Jeruth t-took my tailhole.”

  “Mmm.” Qrul seemed interested in that, eyes flicking to my groin. “And then?”

  “Then n-nothing until today. Syral laid seed in my mouth, and Jeruth in my t-tailhole.”

  “Fairly experienced, I see. Good.” Qrul digested that for a time. “Well then,” he said, the tip of his tail twitching. “We should get on with your punishment, shouldn’t we?”

  I swallowed and nodded. “Of course, Lord Dragonwise.”

  Qrul’s strong, clawed hands reached out for my throat and I closed my eyes. I felt his fingers slide around my tender flesh, stroking against my scales; the scales of the neck were weak, thin, to aid mobility…slowly he pressed the tips of his claws against me, and slowly…slowly…pulled my head down.

  I opened my eyes to find my head placed right into his lap, Qrul’s limp shaft in front of my nose. It smelt musky and strong, masculine. Powerful. He gently pulled me down to my hands and knees.

  “I want to see for myself,” he said, “the kind of talent Syral would risk his neck for.”

  Was this the punishment? I wasn’t sure. I nosed at Qrul’s green shaft; it swelled slightly, responding to the touch. I carefully flicked out my tongue, licking his shaft from the base to the tip. It grew before my eyes and a shiver of pleasure from its owner jostled it. I bit my lip to keep a squeak in, and when I was sure it was gone, I licked again, slowly and deliberately.

  Qrul gently nudged my head down; I complied, opening my mouth fully and accepting his thick, throbbing shaft against my tongue. It nudged up against the back of my throat, sliding in deeply. Squeak!

  “Good,” hissed Qrul, keeping one hand on the back of my head, his emerald shaft throbbing against my cheeks. He reached around behind me, taking a hold of the tip of my tail, dragging it up along my back, exposing my hindquarters to Jeruth, Ix and Kayeli. “Very good.”

  I bobbed my head, slowly suckling his shaft, barely able to keep half of it within me. I liked its feeling; it reminded me of Jeruth’s one, thick and heavy and full of promise. Warm, salty fluid leaked onto my tongue as I suckled. Every time his shaft nudged against my throat I squeaked faintly.

  “You too,” he said over my shoulder, to Kayeli. “Time for you to be punished as well.”

  My friend scurried forward, settling herself in beside me on all fours, her side nudged up against mine. We exchanged a brief, cautious glance.

  Qrul lifted my head, his shaft slipping free of my lips with a wet pop. He let go of me, moving his hand over to Kayeli’s head, pushing it down on her as he had to me, the thick head of his shaft parting her lips and pushing into her mouth. His other hand lifted her tail, as well, draping it across her back as mine was.

  Despite her eagerness she didn’t seem as capable as I could. Barely half of Qrul’s shaft managed its way inside her before she choked, eyes going wide.

  Qrul reluctantly let her up. “Not so good,” he said, returning his hand to the back of my head, rubbing fondly. “But this one…this one is very talented.”

  Kayeli rubbed her mouth, looking distinctly disappointed. Her tail curled around mine, squeezing gently.

  He glanced to Jeruth. “Tell me, what was her tailhole like, to fill? Her sex? What was it like to take her, to breed her, to lay her seed in her as you have done?”

  “It was divine,” said Jeruth, sincerely. “The absolute best I’ve ever had, bar none.”

  “Intriguing,” said Qrul.

  Faint shouting reached my ears. The door swung open, revealing the two door guards and Syral. Kayeli bumped against me as she turned to look as well.

  “Release me!” shouted Syral, struggling and kicking. “I am the leader of the breeders! There has been a mistake!”

  The guards roughly threw him on the floor. He hissed and rubbed his elbows.

  “Welcome Syral,” said Qrul, gently pushing my head down against his lap once more. “You’re just in time.”

  I took Qrul’s shaft back into my maw, thick member throbbing against my lips as it pushed past, into my throat once more. I could taste Kayeli’s scent on him as his member slid back and forth. Her tail squeezed mine.

  Syral, realising now that he was in serious trouble, cowered on the floor. “A thousand pardons, but…time for what, Lord Dragonwise?”

  Qrul stroked the back of my head as I suckled his shaft, twitching in pleasure as his shaft bobbed in my mouth. “Enjoying the view?” he asked Syral, a faint purr in his voice. “Two females, presenting their hindquarters to you, my cock in the maw of your favourite?”

  “It is extraordinary,” said Syral. I felt his eyes on the pair of us as I slurped noisily. “Exciting. I am full of envy.”

  “Do you desire only Taeni, or her friend as well?”

  “For both,” admitted Syral. “But long have I lusted for Taeni—”

  Qrul cut him off. “I do not care.” He turned to Ix. “And you, Guardian who did his duty and reported her crimes, do you enjoy the sight too?”

  “Of course,” said Ix, sincerity and excitement dripping from his words. “When it comes next time for me to mate, I hope I can breed with either one so beautiful.”

  Qrul laughed playfully as he pushed my head down even further, the thick head of his shaft pressing to the back of my throat, a wide smile on his face. I squeaked a muffled squeak. “Why wait? Guardian Ix, you did very well to bring this one and her friend to me. Claim your reward. In the name of the council, I order you to breed with Taeni.”

  Ix barely hesitated a heartbeat, scrambling forward, his claws scraping against the stone. He slid up behind me on the stone dais, quickly standing behind my exposed hindquarters.

  I kept my tail up nice and high, squeezed around Kayeli’s. This might be our only chance to redeem ourselves…I slurped at Qrul’s thick shaft, taking it as deeply as I could into my mouth.

  “And you,” said Qrul to Jeruth, shivering slightly at all the attention I was giving him. “You…come and take the other’s mouth, as Syral breeds her. I shall enjoy watching you both have her.”

  Jeruth hesitated, claws shuffling on the stone, but he knew better than to disobey. He moved up beside the throne, in front of Kayeli’s head, and knelt, his tail curling around his feet. “Hello again,” he said to her.

  “Hi!” said Kayeli,
eagerly stuffing Jeruth’s shaft into her mouth. Syral moved up behind her, rubbing his hands eagerly, although his eyes flicked to my exposed nethers as he did so. I knew he wanted me.

  I felt Ix’s hands stroke over my backside, his claws tracing the curves of my rear, using his grip on my rumpcheeks to ease them apart, then squeeze them together. It felt good. I wiggled a little, using my gums against Qrul’s shaft, slurping it noisily.

  Kayeli pushed Jeruth’s shaft in as far as she could handle it, then slid it back out. Syral slid his groin up against her backside, seeming to waste little time; Kayeli jerked in pleasure as he pushed himself into her, their bodies melding.

  Ix slipped one of his fingers under my tail, touching my tailhole, stroking in slow circles. The digit moved against my tender flesh, prodding teasingly at my sticky, seed-dripping entrance. For a moment I thought he might try something there, but he clearly knew better. Ix shuffled forward, nudging the tip of his swollen, eager shaft up against the only part of me that hadn’t had seed in it today—my sex.

  Squeeeak. The lewdness of it all was almost too much for me, but the high pitched, embarrassing noise was muffed by the thick meat of Qrul’s shaft in my maw. I kept bobbing my head, gripping his member with my lips, feeling more of that warm, familiar, salty taste on my lips. His was saltier than others I’d tasted, but its musk was…enticing. I flicked my tongue against the head and was rewarded with a little more.

  Ix’s shaft pressed against me, gently spreading my nethers, his firm, hard tip pressing into me, stretching my passage lewdly. The force of his entrance pushed me further onto Qrul; I could barely move my head back, only feel Ix push in deeper, until his groin pressed up snug and tight to my damp, sticky backside, his shaft firmly lodged within me.

  It had been too long since some kobold had bred me. It felt like an age, even though I knew it had only been a breeding cycle. Still, I relished feeling Ix inside me; his strong member throbbed against my inner walls, scraping them teasingly as he withdrew, only to plunge back in, his groin slapping against my rump. The force of the impact pushed Qrul’s member deeper into my throat; I tilted my head back, letting him go as deep as he could.