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  Lust of the Kobolds, Part I by Dani Dundee

  Copyright Dani Dundee

  2016

  Lust of the Kobolds

  An erotic fantasy short story

  Part I: The Breeders

  WARNING: THIS IS EROTIC FICTION

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

  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 her first time breeding…

  Chapter I

  The Breeders

  Breeders Quarter

  Kobold city of Emparsdon

  The underground

  “Next,” said Syral from behind his large desk at the end of a long hallway. He was the manager of the breeders, and his red scales glinted in the torchlight. To his left was a stone pillar, and behind him, a heavy stone door.

  “I am Taeni,” I said, and then I stepped forward. I was nervous but I had to answer quickly. A queue of nearly a hundred impatient kobold females stretching out behind me. I was holding them up.

  Syral flicked through the massive register of names, a book almost as big as he was, claws turning page after page. “Taeni, Taeni, hmm…I do not see you on the breeding register.”

  That made no sense. I had reached maturity and, as all our kind do, been assigned to my task. I was one of the bug herders, and that was important, but whatever my job was, I was also a breeder; tasked with reproduction and increasing the numbers of our race. The humans were taller and stronger than us, gnomes more stocky, dwarves tougher. We had to be more numerous.

  I had been working the bug farms for nearly a month. This was my first time breeding and I did not know what to expect.

  “Check again,” I said, standing on my tip-toes, peeking over the desk. The book was full of names. Thousands of them. “I have reached maturity.”

  He did so, and right as he reached the end, he stopped, leaning in close to the book. “Ah, Taeni,” he said, scowling ever so slightly. “Here it is. Child of Taeva and Seddrin. My apologies, you were a new addition.”

  “It’s my first time,” I said. I was hopeful it would be okay. I wasn’t a good worker. I wasn’t a good anything.

  He seemed pleased by that, looking me over with an approving smile. “And you’ll do very well,” said Syral, smiling in a way that I had not ever seen a male smile at me before. “Your breeder will be pleased. Strong limbs, symmetrical face, perfect hips, and a long, thick tail.”

  “That’s me,” I said, somewhat sheepishly. I didn’t know quite what else to say.

  “Time for inspection.” Syral gestured to the pillar. “Turn and face the stone,” he said, in a tone that suggested he had done this a million times before. “Hands in the grooves, back arched, and keep still, please.”

  I had seen the other females do this, but I wasn’t sure what it would feel like. I walked toward the stone pillar. There were two worn grooves in the stone, about waist height, and two on the ground about shoulder width apart. They had not been cut into it, but instead, worn away by the hands and feet of millions of kobold females, just like me. I bent myself at the waist, leaning forward, putting my hands in the smooth indents, then settling my feet into the indentations on the ground. They both fit perfectly.

  Syral’s hand slid around my tail, raising it up. It felt strange to have someone do that, exposing my bare backside to the world. Kobolds did not wear clothes unless they were warriors and they needed armour.

  “Very nice,” he said, clicking his tongue approvingly. “Perfect shape.”

  I glanced over my shoulder. Syral was staring at my rump, an eager light in his red eyes, tongue flicking over his lips. “Thank you?” I said.

  “You are very welcome,” said Syral, and then he leaned forward, pressing his nose to my sex. It felt warm and his warm breath washed over me. His tongue flicked out and, slowly and deliberately, dragged itself up my labia, pushing aside the scales that protected it, slurping wetly as it went.

  Nnf. A shiver ran up my tail, dancing all the way up my lower back and to my head. It felt good, tingly and exciting; I tried to keep still, but my tail tip curled itself into a ring. My claws dug into the pillar.

  “Perfection,” said Syral, licking his lips. He let go of my tail and it slumped back down over my backside. “You’re right in the middle of your season.”

  The air on my nethers was cool and, despite myself, I shivered again. “I-is that good?”

  “Very,” said Syral. “Just go through that door to the hall of the males, and go to door 43. You will be attended to shortly.” He moved back to his desk, licking his lips again, seeming much more pleased than he had a moment before. “Next.”

  I stood up. None of the other females had paid much attention to me. The next female, a tall one with a thin body, stepped up to the desk and then with a frustrated scowl, made a shooing motion at me.

  My destination was clear. The door looked heavy. I hopped over to it, giving a firm push, but it slid open easily.

  Beyond was a long, narrow hallway full of doors, about twenty feet wide. Each had a number, and one or two kobold females waiting out in front of it. I wandered down the well-worn stone, passing by female after female, all of whom seemed to be waiting for their door to open.

  13. 15. 19. I kept walking. As I passed door 24, it opened. A female kobold with dark scales stepped out, stretching her arms above her head. A strange smell wafted out from her, one I had not encountered before; musky, strong, exciting. I could see a thin trail of white goo running down her thighs, and as she turned around, it was splattered all around her backside too.

  “Next,” came a voice from within, male and fairly tired. The first of the waiting kobolds stepped through the door and closed it.

  29. 36. 41. As I drew close to door 43, I couldn’t see anyone waiting. Instead, I heard a loud, happy squeak.

  “Taeni!” said Kayeli, beaming as she bounded up to me from door 44. She wrapped her arms around me in a tight squeeze. She was my oldest friend, classmate, and she too was a bug tender. Five years my senior, but once we reached maturity, all were equal. “We’re next door!”

  “Kayeli,” I said, smiling and squeezing her back, then let her go. “It’s great to see you.”

  “Likewise!” said Kayeli, taking a step back and running her eyes up and down my body. “Look at you. All fully matured, ready to get an egg in you!” She clapped her hands excitedly. “This is exciting!”

  I could see the sheen of saliva coating her nethers. Syral’s work, no doubt. “And you too,” I said. “Your fifth one, right?”

  “Yup,” said Kayeli, putting her hands on her hips and leaning up against gap between our doors. “Five sessions, five eggs. Can’t complain about that. Here’s to number six!”

  Definitely an impressive record. “I hope I do as well,” I said.

  “Well,” she said, laughing playfully, her eyes flicking down to my crotch, “if it�
�s any indication, Syral certainly seems to like you. He’s a good judge of egg-layers.”

  I leaned in and gave her a playful nudge with my hand. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

  Kayeli nodded firmly. “Very. He’ll probably give you one of the more experienced breeders, since it’s your first time.” Her eyes lit up. “Maybe even Jeruth! He’s one of our most fertile. Gave me my first egg, and let me tell you, he made quite the mess when he did. I mean, hey, Corden’s load was impressive, but Jeruth…hah. None I’ve bred with have come close.”

  That would certainly be nice. Jeruth was one of the miners, strong and fit. I had seen him at feeding time, and he was certainly a prime specimen of kobold. I walked over to the door labelled 43 and leaned up against it, mirroring Kayeli’s pose.

  I wanted to ask my friend more questions about the males and which one might be servicing me, but from the other side of the door, I could hear a strange thumping noise. Rhythmic. Even. Each noise was punctuated by a faint grunt, and a soft squeak.

  “What’s that noise?” I asked, pointing to the door.

  Kayeli scooted over toward me, leaning the side of her head against the stone, pressing her earhole to the surface. She stifled a playful giggle.

  “The current occupant getting her brains fucked out,” she said, half closing her eyes as she listened, her nose bumping against mine. “The male is well inside her by now, mounting her, and she’s loving it…” She crossed her legs strangely, grinding her thighs together. “They won’t be long.”

  The pace of those within quickened. I tried to imagine what was happening; Kayeli listened intently, tilting her head back and looking me in the eyes, eyes half closed, her breathing quickening. She looked in pain.

  The thumping noise got more rapid, the squeaking louder. Then, with a low, masculine groan, it stopped.

  I noticed, then, that Kayeli had her hand between her thighs, rubbing herself, stroking her digits over her sex. Quietly, and I could only hear because her muzzle was so close to mine, she too made the squeaking noises I could hear from inside.

  Maybe I should do that too. I touched my belly, stroking my hand lower, lower, lower…

  No, I shouldn’t. I didn’t know what I was doing. My hand jumped back up.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  Kayeli’s eyes fully opened and she stopped, panting softly. “Yeah,” she said, grinning at me and giving me a peck on the nose. “You’re a cute one, is all.”

  I wasn’t sure what she meant. The two of us stepped away from the door. Kayeli slid back to the gap between the doors, her tail swaying a little behind her, a wide smile on her face. I, on the other hand, merely stepped back awkwardly into the hallway.

  Door 44 opened. From behind Kayeli, a short, light green kobold stepped through the door. Her chest and groin were splattered with the same white fluid I had seen earlier. She was panting softly and stepped down the corridor, dripping as she went, leaving a sticky trail behind her as she walked away.

  Smiling eagerly, Kayeli jumped through the open portal. “Hi,” I heard her say as the door closed behind her. “I’m Kayeli, apologies if I got a bit warmed up before you were ready…”

  And then I was alone. Curious, I crept up to Kayeli’s door, and put my earhole right against the number 44.

  Giggling, followed by a wet slurping noise. I didn’t quite understand what I was hearing. It sounded like Syral’s inspections, kind of, but it kept going. Slurp, slurp, slurp…

  “Yummy,” I heard Kayeli say, her voice slightly muffled. “C’mon now, let’s get this started…”

  I wanted to hear more, but behind me, I heard the door open. I turned around as a red-green kobold female stumbled out, panting loudly.

  She, more than all of the others, was a mess. She had white splatters all over her legs, over her chest and her face. Even her tail seemed to have some of the stuff on it.

  “Hi,” she said, grinning and flashing a playful wink. “My, you’re a cute one!”

  Nobody had said anything like that to me before today, and now I was three for three, including my oldest friend. “Thank you,” I said, a little surprised at her appearance. She reeked of the musky scent I had picked up earlier.

  “Breed well,” said the stranger, reaching up and cupping my cheeks with her hands, and then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

  She tasted warm and salty. I had not done this before, not with anyone, and it was surprising to me. Most kobolds did not do things so intimate; this one was…strange. Before I could even comprehend it, I felt her tongue slide into my mouth, and the salty, musky taste intensified. I squeaked.

  And then it was over. The stranger gave me a playful little wave, and skipped down the hallway, away from where I had come. Sticky fluid covered her backside, leaving a thick gooey trail down her inner thighs.

  I wiped my mouth. Was her mouth full of the same stuff? It tasted salty and strange, but also, delicious. Not like Kayeli had done. I licked my lips, savouring the taste. Why did she taste so much better than my friend? Was it the white stuff all over her face?

  “Next,” came the soft, but confident voice from within my room, and I had no more time to think of such things.

  Chapter II

  Meeting the Breeder

  Taking a moment to steel myself, I stepped through the open door.

  The room beyond was ten foot square with a low ceiling, bare stone walls. It resembled, in many ways, the sleeping quarters I shared with a dozen others; in one corner was a pool of water, refilled by a trickle from the wall. The floor was smooth and uninterrupted, except for two grooves in the floor, and two in the walls. They looked identical to the hand and feet prints on the stone pillar, except they looked as though they had recently been splattered with some kind of fluid. I was beginning to guess what that could be.

  Kneeling by the water pool, a male kobold with green scales was drinking water from cupped hands. I recognised him at once. Jeruth, the miner who had bred with Kayeli. Although his face was familiar, as were his broad shoulders and muscled frame, the last time I had seen him he was not so…sticky around the groin. His kobold-hood dangled down between his legs, thick and throbbing, glistening with fluid. I stared at it with a sudden longing I did not quite understand.

  “Good evening,” he said, coming up to his feet, his thick shaft swaying below him. “I am Jeruth.”

  “I know who you are,” I said, smiling sheepishly, tearing my eyes off his groin and looking him in the eyes. The musky smell in this room was a lot stronger, and he was suddenly very distracting. “Kayeli mentioned you and she had bred before.”

  The edges of Jeruth’s mouth turned up. “Kayeli,” he said, almost wistfully. “One of my more prouder breedings. She laid a strong egg.”

  “She says it was mostly your doing,” I said, awkwardly pointing a thumb toward the east wall. “By the way, she’s next door.”

  The notion seemed to please him. “I’m glad,” he said. “As much as I’d like to breed her again, and enjoy that pleasure, another’s seed must occupy her. Diversity of blood creates strong eggs, and alas, neither of us are sorcerers. Mixing of blood creates stronger eggs.”

  Sorcerers were instructed to breed together to amplify the power of their descendants. They were much more selective than mere workers. It was one of their many exceptions to our rules.

  “She sounded like she was having fun,” I said, feeling suddenly a little embarrassed. “I, uh, listened at the door.”

  Jeruth chuckled, shaking his head mirthfully. “I wish I could see it. Alas, both my duty and the wall’s in the way.” He inclined his head, tail swishing behind him. “And a particularly spectacular duty you are, if I must say so myself. Syral clearly likes you. I can see why.”

  I wasn’t used to being complimented like this. “Thank you,” I said again, feeling like it was all I’d said today. “I’m Taeni.”

  “It’s a very genuine pleasure to meet you, Taeni, Friend of Kayeli,” he said. Jeruth gave a pol
ite dip of his head, eyes lingering on me. “Well, then. Shall we get started?”

  “Okay,” I said, feeling distinctly nervous all of a sudden. “But I don’t know what to do.”

  Jeruth stepped towards me. “It’s really quite simple,” he said. “Firstly, we should clean up from the previous breeding.”

  My eyes fell back down to his groin, and the throbbing, thick shaft standing firm. It was covered in a film of the white fluid, and from its tip, more of the stuff dribbled out in a thin trickle. I looked around for a piece of cloth or something.

  Jeruth smiled coyly, seeming to sense what I was searching for. “Use your tongue, Taeni.”

  Well, if that was how things were done…I moved over to him, crouching down in front of his groin, his throbbing shaft level with my head. I leaned forward, giving it a curious sniff. It smelt like the female who had kissed me outside, and the musky scent which I now knew to be his seed.

  His hand settled over my head, the tips of his claws touching the spines on my neck. The stroking of his hand was soothing, and I flicked out my tongue, giving the tip of his shaft a little lick.

  Salty and strong, but not unpleasant. It was like the kiss I’d shared with the female. I tasted it again, with a bit more energy, licking up from the base of his shaft right to the tip.

  “Good,” he murmured, stroking over one of my spines, his grip tightening around my head. He was guiding me, subtly, teaching me how to do my job. It felt nice.

  I kept up the motion, slurping wetly along the shaft, but it seemed a bit pointless; he kept dribbling seed down onto himself. I worked at it, dragging my tongue up until the tip of his member was pressed to my lips.

  The warm dribble continued, the salty fluid trickling into my maw, bathing it in saltiness. I rolled a bead of it around on my tongue, sampling the taste. It was musky and pleasant. Eager for more, I lowered my head, pushing the whole of Jeruth’s shaft into my maw, opening up nice and wide, until the tip of shaft nudged at the back of my throat.