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  Lust of the Kobolds, Part III by Dani Dundee

  Copyright Dani Dundee

  2016

  Lust of the Kobolds

  An erotic fantasy short story

  Part III: The Interview

  WARNING: THIS IS EROTIC FICTION

  Subject matter: Fantasy creatures, F/M, F/F/M/M, sex as duty, group sex, oral, breeding, anal, voyeurism.

  Creatures involved: Kobolds.

  If you’re faint of heart, now is a good time to turn back.

  What are Kobolds?

  Kobolds breed like rats. It’s all they seem to care about apart from killing.

  Not a bad life, really.

  - Dervin the Bard

  Standing less than three feet high, reptilian and covered in scales, kobolds are the bane of every low level adventurer. They appear as small, humanoid dragons; they are hairless and have scales, spines on their heads and necks, and a long thick tail.

  As reptiles, a kobold come into season once a month and lay an egg shortly after. Breeding is highly controlled, with a large register and scheduled partners. Females are fertilised communally, and each female is assigned a new male every month.

  Our story today concerns a kobold named Taeni and what happens to her after her lust for breeding gets her into big trouble…

  Chapter I

  The Southern Tunnels

  Breeders Quarter

  Kobold city of Emparsdon

  The underground

  Two and a half weeks after Lust of the Kobolds, Part II

  “Well done Taeni,” said Syral, cooing admirably as he picked up my just-laid egg, cradling it in his hands. It was tinged with blue, the colour of Beloth and Xael’s scales; my last breeding partners. My egg was still wet, freshly laid in the breeder’s quarter, in a vast, hundred foot square room dedicated to the purpose. He handed it off to a nurse. “This is a strong egg, indeed.”

  “Thank you,” I said, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I straightened my back. I’d been here before. My second time. I thought I knew what to expect, but I hadn’t anticipated Syral watching me lay. He was in charge of assigning females to breeding studs. It was…odd to see him here. “I was simply doing my, nnf…duty.”

  He smiled at me, his red tail swaying behind him as his eyes roamed over my body. “I am pleased to see that your previous breeding parters were able to fertilise you. Although I do wonder which one it was…Xael and Beloth. Identical, as you well know, so who could truly know.”

  “Who could know?” I echoed, nodding in agreement. One of the nurses handed me a vial of water and I drank it eagerly. The laying was an effort, painful, but it was done now and the soreness receded. “Does it matter, terribly? The both laid their seed in me, so…I do not know enough about the process to say.”

  “I wish I could have seen it,” said Syral, licking his lips idly. “Although, that is why I am here…”

  “You wish to see me breed again?” I scrunched up my face in confusion. “Now that the laying is complete, my next session will be shortly, but I don’t think I can take you away from your duties for too long.”

  He chuckled lowly. “I would much rather breed you myself. You have acquired quite the reputation, young Taeni…the council are interested in you, and I council them on matters of breeding, so I imagine I will see you soon enough.” His hand reached out, settling on my hip. “Or even take my turn with you.”

  “If that is the will of the council,” I said, tilting my head to the side. “I farm food for the community, and I breed with who they tell me to breed with. If it’s your turn on my breeding day, I’ll happily comply.”

  Syral’s claw slid over my hip, sliding around my body, settling on my backside. “Alas,” he said, and he did seem truly remorseful, “the council has other plans for your next session.”

  He certainly did seem to like touching my backside. “Can you tell me?” I asked. “I…confess I don’t know much about what the council plans.”

  Syral squeezed my rump firmly, considering, and then he nodded his head. “Meet me by the lesser used southern tunnels,” he said, taking his hand away from my backside with some reluctance.

  “When?” I asked.

  Syral considered. “After your work shift,” he said, and then without elaborating, he slipped away, back to his duties.

  *****

  I went back to work, Syral’s words playing in my head. What would he tell me? What kind of things were the council planning for someone as humble as me?

  It felt strange to be thinking I was important in any way as I methodically scraped up the day’s discarded bug shells and threw them into the city’s furnaces.

  Many males watched me working. I had seen it more and more of late; male eyes drawn to me as I performed my tasks. They liked to see me walking, eyeing my backside, my tail, everything.

  I didn’t mind, but it certainly was very strange, and I didn’t want to disturb them from their work. I tried not to distract them, with limited success.

  When my shift was over, I headed south, into the more narrow tunnels which never seemed to get used these days. Whatever valuable minerals that had once been there had all been mined now; they stood, empty and abandoned, and the further I went away the quieter it got. The farmers, craftsmen and workers of the city were quickly replaced by miners, working to shore up tunnels which lead deeper into the ground, or to sQrulge construction material from those about to be collapsed. Here, too, the males amongst them stopped to watch me pass. I was well used to it by now though.

  Deep in the southern tunnels, I caught sight of a red-scaled kobold, clean and quite out of place in the dirty tunnels. Syral. He was flanked by two other males, also with red scales. Bodyguards, most likely, given how far away were from the city.

  Syral smiled widely as I approached, his shaft firm and erect, something that caught my eye for a moment. It was probably a coincidence that it seemed to grow a little larger when he saw me.

  “Ahh, my dear Taeni,” he said, almost purring as he slid up to me, quite close to me, his eyes roaming over my body. “It’s very good to see you. I didn’t think you would come.”

  I smiled back. “Of course I would,” I said, trying hard not to look down at his shaft, only a few inches away from me. “I want to know what the Council has planned for me.”

  Syral nodded understandingly, and then he raised his voice to the pair of kobolds behind him. “Inspect her,” he commanded.

  I knew what to expect. One of the kobolds stepped up to me and hooked a hand underneath my tail, lifting it high; I bent forward, hands on my knees, exposing my hindquarters. My mouth was right next to Syral’s shaft, the throbbing tip right up against my nose. The proximity seemed deliberate on his part.

  Being inspected at this juncture was odd. Normally Syral did the inspecting, not his minions. Maybe he wanted…no, surely. It wasn’t my season, this wasn’t The Hall of Breeders. Neither the time nor the place.

  The first of the males dipped his maw down toward my body, flicking his tongue out and dragging it tongue across my sex, slurping me lewdly. The sensation caused pleasant tingles to jump up my spine, and the tip of my tail curled around itself as the strange male’s long, thick tongue ran across my entrance.

  Then the other one took his turn, the first continuing to hold my tail up. Another tongue brushed against my entrance, leaving a thin glistening trail of saliva as it ran along. More happy-tingles ran along my body.

  “She’s not ready yet,” said one of the attendants. I could have told him that.

  “As I expected,” said Syral. “Leave us.”

  They bowed their heads low and, after they each gave my exposed hindquarters a lingering look, they left back towards Empa
rsdon. I straightened my back, bringing myself back up to a standing position.

  “You didn’t have to stand up,” said Syral, his smile widening. He stepped a little closer to me, his hands sliding around my middle. “Especially now we’re alone…”

  I waited for him to tell me what he had promised, but instead he leaned forward and kissed me, pressing his lips firmly to mine.

  Surprised, I could do little but kiss back. His hands wandered around my body; one slid down between us, casually slipping between my legs, the other settling on my backside, cupping one of my rumpcheek and giving a tight squeeze. I emitted a muffled squeak as he touched my damp, saliva-slick entrance. Was he intending to breed with me? No, I must be imagining it…

  “Is this okay?” I asked, breaking the kiss, curious, my voice seeming too-loud in the quiet. “I’ve never been this far away from the city before.”

  “It is fine,” Syral said, bumping his nose against mine and inhaling gently, his finger brushing against my damp sex, pressing against me. “I often bring choice females here when I need some…alone time with them.”

  “Well,” I said, smiling lopsidedly as I rested my chest up against his, my tail swaying gently behind me. “We are definitely alone.”

  Syral’s tail lashed eagerly behind him. “Indeed we are,” he said, his lumpy groin nudging against mine and, ever so subtly, the tip of his finger wiggled against my entrance. “You are very beautiful, Taeni.”

  It was nice being so close to him. Syral was handsome, even if he was a little strange. I didn’t really think about many males as attractive or not, except possibly Jeruth. “You’re going to tell me about the council’s plans for me, right?” I asked.

  “Of course,” said Syral. “I said I would.” He kissed me again, his tongue brushing against my lips, his voice muffled as he spoke. “But first we can have a little fun.”

  “Fun?” I asked, barely able to get the words out through the kissing.

  Syral used his grip on my backside to push my groin to his, and I could feel the tip of his shaft rubbing against my belly. His finger slipped into me, sliding against my inner walls, stroking gently.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, fighting down a squeak. It definitely felt good, but it was odd…

  “I’m just…inspecting you.” Rub, rub, rub. I could feel him stroke within me, quickening my breathing.

  “W-with your finger?”

  “Different inspections require different tools,” he said, his maw widening in a playful smile. “And while you don’t have draconic blood, you certainly seem to be a sorceress of an entirely different sort…the males you’ve bred with rave about your talents. Xael and Beloth in particular. Both of them tried to convince me to let them breed you again.” He continued to stroke within me, twisting his claw against my inner walls.

  I nibbled on my lower lip. The feeling of Syral stroking my insides was good, very good, but this was a strange line of questioning. “You said n-no, right? It’s against the rules…”

  “It’s against the rules,” Syral echoed, his other hand sliding under my tail. A probing digit explored, settling against my tailhole, rubbing that in concert with the stroking inside my sex. “Speaking of, someone’s had you under your tail before, haven’t they?”

  Memories of Jeruth and our ‘encounter’ the last breeding season, after Beloth and Xael had mated with me, rushed back to me. After I’d done my duty with the two blue twins, I’d stumbled upon him in a breeding chamber…I had let Jeruth take my tailhole. I had quite enjoyed it, and memories of the firm, hard mating flashed into my mind. I remembered him entering me, and the firm thumping against my body… I’d planned on doing the same thing again, after this season’s mating, if I could.

  The thought of it was exciting. I felt my face get all warm, the flesh under my scales flushing with blood. “I…” How could he possibly feel such a thing? “H-how did you know about that?” I asked, fearful of the response.

  He shrugged playfully. “A female walks in a certain way after breeding, and a different way after…other activities. Many eyes saw you limping away from Jeruth’s chambers, your whole body dripping seed…” Perhaps sensing my concern, his tail swayed behind him. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s a good thing. You were bred nicely, both of your sessions, there’s no problem with having a little fun.”

  “That’s a relief,” I said, biting down on my lower lip. Syral stroking of my sex was incredibly distracting.

  Syral tilted his head, curiously, feeling around my tight entrance. “My, my…Jeruth really did quite the number on you.” He felt around, his finger pushing a little in, up to the first knuckle, the tip of his blunt claw scraping against my insides.

  I stifled a soft squeak. “H-he was quite big, yes. And one of my assigned breeding partners.” True, even if it was in the past, and I wanted to emphasise that part of it. “There was plenty of seed so, I-I didn’t think it was a problem…”

  “It’s not a problem,” he said, curling his digit inside me, scratching at the roof of my passage with the blunt tip of his claw. “You’re far from the only one who enjoys such things.”

  “I thought I was the only one,” I confessed. “Apart from Jeruth of course.”

  “The council might disagree with that,” said Syral.

  Mention of the council made me remember that, despite how nice it was to have Syral fingering me like that, I had another reason for being here with him. “Is that what the council want from me? To mate with me?” I wanted to serve them in any way I could, even if all they wanted was to use my body for whatever purposes they desired.

  Syral emitted a low chuckle. “I know at least some of them they absolutely will, Taeni my dear. Them and others. You see, the council not only need special kobolds to relieve their various…needs…but your body will serve others’ needs as well, believe me.” He eagerly slid his finger out of my sex and away from my tailhole. “We can start with my needs, now you’re warmed up.”

  I wasn’t imagining it: he definitely wanted me. Being honest with myself, I had kind of suspected it, what with him asking me to meet him out to the middle of nowhere. I wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with doing things with him; during our inspection he had spilt his seed on my back, and leaked a small amount into my mouth, and although I had not been against such things—images and memories flashed back into my head, of his taste, his scent—that was different. That was part of inspection. Just an accident. “I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “The rules don’t allow it. You’re not my scheduled breeding partner.”

  He clicked his tongue. “Interesting you should say that,” he said, resettling his digit over my tailhole, pressing it against me once more. Squeak. “Many other females have said the same thing, standing right where you’re standing now.”

  I nodded, fighting the urge to squirm as his finger worked inside me. “That’s wise of them,” I said. I really wanted to know more about what the council had planned for me, but…I simply could not give Syral what he wanted. “The rules should not be broken. If the head of the breeders found out, they would have me executed.”

  “The head of the breeders,” said Syral, his finger curling inside my body, “who is me.”

  That was an excellent point. I squeaked softly again. It felt good, him touching me like that, and I had liked how Jeruth had taken me there. Plus, I was intensely curious about the council’s plans for me, and we were alone in these tunnels, nobody would ever know…

  “B-but…”

  “I think,” said Syral, leaning forward to kiss me again, “you should make sure that my piece is ready.”

  That was how things were done. “Okay,” I said. That could do no harm. I slowly wiggled my hips around until Syral’s finger slid away from me—the wiggling seemed to excite him, however, and his shaft left a thick trail of white seed on my belly. I slid down, resettling myself on my knees, giving a cautious look over my shoulder. If anyone saw us…

  “Nobody’s coming,” said Syral, cupping my
chin and turning it back toward his thick, throbbing shaft. “Don’t worry.”

  I couldn’t help but worry a little bit. “What about your assistants?”

  Syral grinned down at me. “One day they might earn the right to have a little fun with you,” he said, “but for now, they will ensure we are not interrupted.”

  I trusted his guarantee and this wouldn’t take long. I shuffled forward, bumping my nose to the head of his shaft, thick and throbbing out in the air. I kissed the tip, pressing it against my lips, savouring his familiar, salty taste. Last breeding session I had tasted his seed, this time was no different. Musky, salty, but attractive.

  Syral slid his hand to the back of my head, gently nudging me down. I took the hint, opening my maw wider, pushing my lips down over his shaft, sliding it against my tongue until it filled my mouth, my nose snug up against his belly, his shaft throbbing slightly against the inside of my maw.

  “Nnnf,” said Syral, rubbing the back of my head, stroking a digit between my spines. “Dragon Gods alight, Taeni…I swear you’ve gotten even better.”

  Had I? That seemed unlikely. I slowly raised my head back up, kissed his tip once more, then bobbed my head back down. As his shaft disappeared into my throat he shivered, a pleasured sensation that ran from his tail up his spine.

  Bob, bob, bob. Each time I went down, the tip of Syral’s shaft nudged up against the back of my throat, probing deeply, but I was used to that sensation by now. I kept my lips wrapped firmly around his shaft, leaving it slick with my saliva.

  “Good, good,” said Syral, tilting his head back, his tail lashing faster behind him. “Good…”

  It felt good to be appreciated. I moved a little faster, curling my tail up under my knees, using it as a cushion. I put my left hand at the base of his shaft, spending a moment making little strokes with my hand, my lips pressed against the tip of his member, kissing it again and again.