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There will be more stories in this setting for sure mostly with dungeons and dragons style races. This one will likely be longer than most because I tried to establish the background here, in the future it might be more straightforward.

", "writing": "\tThe Silken Embrace splashed brilliant light onto the street outside. The famous brothel shone it’s beacon to all the weary and lonely travelers who might pass by, enticing them with soft promises. The light danced demurely on the street, but the inside was more often full of loud drunken revelry. Everybody was pleased to be here, both patrons and escorts alike. Madame Pana, the matronly owner, surveyed her establishment and smiled in approval. She floated from place to place cajoling the timid visitors and soothing the fiery ones, ensuring that everybody got exactly what their heart desired and keeping the peace in equal measure. \n\n\tStrictly speaking organized bordellos such as hers were not entirely legal in the city proper. Yet she paid slightly more than her fair share of taxes on the sizable income her business produced and oddly enough none of the noblemen ever seemed to mind. Suddenly enforcing the law didn’t seem to be that important. It never hurt to make sure that most nights passed without any unruly accidents anyhow, not that is was very difficult. It wasn’t fist fights and alcohol that drew her clientele. The hard-bodied men interested in that sort of entertainment were wise to seek it elsewhere, this place dealt in pleasures of a softer persuasion. Ones that could fill anybody’s taste no matter how exotic.\n\n\tEverything was for sale here. No matter what sort of treatment or body you desired it could be purchased at fair cost. Nymphs danced on stage to the hypnotic tune of a topless satyr’s panflute, clothed in only vines and ivy. Humans, elves, and dwarves of all shapes and sizes flitted through the crowd, giggling and teasing the clients. How such diverse fare could be managed was a mystery known only to the kindly Madame who ran the establishment. Even a dragon, a young beauty with shimmering copper scales, lay nestled in one corner being fawned over by several nobles. Madame Pana watched it all with idle interest.\n\n\tEvery night was much the same with the draconic beauty, she would quietly and shyly entertain any number of interested men, and women, who would bid ever increasing sums of money to win her interest just for the night. She was fickle and would often toy with her suitors, making many promises and keeping a paltry few. Dragons were proud and the Madame had never bothered trying to figure out why this dragoness in particular deigned to work here. She imagined it was simply a love of attention, there was plenty of glowing admiration for her to bask in nightly. It certainly wasn’t the money, she often chose a suitor late in the night and seemingly at random. She set her own price and made her own decisions and it was practically never the one with the biggest coin pouch or prettiest face that was allowed to follow her back to her room. \n\nYet despite the dragon’s fickle nature she paid Madame Pana her fair share and her presence brought more guests through the door than any single other person under the roof. A dragon willing to sell her time for any material wealth was a rare and intriguing sight. Many would come without any thought of purchase or trade, just to see that they had seen a dragon in person before setting their eyes on one of the brothel’s more obtainable prizes. So, the Madame was happy not to pry and let the dragon keep her secrets. \n\n\tIt was a magical place, both metaphorically and literally, and everybody, guest and escort, left happy. Dissatisfaction was practically against the rules. People came from across the country, across other countries at times, for a chance to experience the rare pleasures available. Though sometimes, as is the case of our lead tonight, they came from just down the road.\n\n~~~\n\nJohn was a simple farm boy. He led a simple life that had only just begun when he moved out of his family home and to his own farm last year. He had simple, straightforward desires. At the end of his second growing season, another successful haul, he’d decided to visit this house of fine repute to celebrate. All that hard work on a lonely isolated farm all summer with nobody for company except himself, it was enough to drive a man plum crazy. Well, he’d heard of the Silken Embrace as had every hot blooded man for hundreds of miles, he figured it was as good a place as any. All he wanted was a nice girl with a pretty face, he packed a few coins into a pouch and hoped for the best.\n\t\n\tHe was ill prepared when he stepped through the grand double doors of the boisterous common room. His simple farm life clashed against the magnificent opulence of the Embrace. Girls, guys, and things in-between sashayed, stalked, and slithered across the floor. They flirted with men and women who gripped their mugs white knuckled and breathless. A man with simple desires was easily struck dumb when faced with such a choice assembly of wares. His mouth hung agape as the dragon in the corner stirred. Half the crowd, workers included, stared at the shining copper beauty, large as a draft horse, who was stretching lewdly in her corner, revealing herself accidentally on purpose, before resettling onto her pillowy bedding. A reinvigorated crowd of well-dressed figures surrounded her and their renewed clamoring mostly hid her from John’s view.\n\t\n\tHe stood in shock, blocking the door, ignorant of the increasingly irritated calls behind him. Before any ugly shoving could break out he was gently ushered inside and out of the way by the motherly owner herself. She led him by the elbow wordlessly to a relatively quiet table in corner of the grand common room and bade him sit down to little resistance. John simply followed and gaped at the wonders around him. At the table he looked dumbly up at her and she smiled kindly at him. “Welcome to the Silken Embrace, dear.” She said, her voice warm and caring. “What are you looking for tonight? If you know what you want I could help you find it.”\n\n\tHe said nothing at first and she politely waited for his response. To be truthful he hadn’t considered anything beyond ‘a woman’. Any options beyond ‘willing participant’ were unavailable in his quiet farming community, and this place catered not just to a wide selection but a wild one, with many fine exotic meals for the palette. After a moment he found his tongue, “I guess I don’t rightly know.” He reddened. “I hadn’t really realized…” He trailed off embarrassed, but the woman shushed away his concerns.\n\n\tMadame Pana patted the back of his hand. “Don’t worry hon, you just sit here and relax. If you see someone you like just go and talk to them. I promise they won’t bite unless you ask. I’ll have somebody fetch a drink, on the house, to settle your nerves. Think about what it is you want.” She smiled once more at him, the faintest of lines creasing her eyes kindly as she did, then flitted off into the crowd. \n\t\n\tJohn swallowed hard when she was gone. He was suddenly alone in a very overwhelming environment. The room was full of people in various stages of undress and an equal number of people admiring them or pulling them aside into dark corners. Two large staircases bookended the hall and a steady stream of couples walked arm in arm up them, while an equal number of disheveled and delirious people descended in the opposite direction. John was not entirely unexperienced in the realm of love and lust, he’d found his way into the hayloft with a willing partner on a warm summers night before, but this was something altogether different. It was more open for one, some women walked with full goods on display, rounded breasts and asses to feast the eyes, but even the most clothed of the courtesans moved in ways that left precious little to the imagination.\n\n\tOn the Madame’s orders, none of the girls approached him too aggressively, he was left to acclimate in his own safe haven. Free to observe and absorb as much as he wanted before wading into the shallows to play in the water. A small lizard like girl with light green scales delivered his drink. She barely reached his waist and wore only the thinnest slip of clean white cloth draped coyly on her ample hips. Her chest was scaled, flat, and largely featureless, only her wide hips and melodious voice betrayed her gender. He thanked her with all the politeness he could muster from his overwrought brain and she winked suggestively at him. Gorgeous green eyes and a lithe tiny form, a non-traditional beauty. \n\nHe watched her hips sway as she departed, she looked back at him and smiled a toothy smile. She bent over as if to pick up a piece of clutter that had fallen to floor, lifting her thick tail high over her head. John blushed and looked away from the thin warm slit that she had hidden between her well-formed cheeks. She laughed a tinkling laugh and disappeared into the crowd with one last look at the farmboy. \n\t\n\tDeep shadows and dim candle light worked to hide the bright red hue of John’s cheeks as it faded away. Though it was unlikely anybody was paying attention to him he was glad for his shelter all the same. He nursed his ale and returned his attention to the room at large. A new creature had taken the stage, the two nymphs and satyr now roaming the crowd as a trio, grouping up on one potential client at a time.\n\nA proud centaur male was now walking along the stage up front, an impressive set of equipment on display between his hind legs. John was as straight as the corn that made up his livelihood but he watched fascinated as a line of women called to the cloven-footed man. He trotted around flexing his human and horse figure, saying nothing but enticing the crowd with his magnificent form alone. John nearly averted his eyes as a massive erection rose beneath the centaur’s body, bobbing and throbbing for attention. In the end, the centaur reached out to a dark-haired male in the audience, pulling him onto the stage and allowing him to publicly touch him for just a moment before leading the man to the back of the room and through a beaded curtain.\n\n\tThe night wore on and courage began to surge through John. Partly fueled by liquid hops and grain, but there had never been a question of leaving without tasting something from the menu. New shows danced across the stage one after the other. Some creatures he recognized from stories he’d heard, others he did not. The lizard-like girl that had delivered him his drink earlier performed a dazzling display of dexterity as she danced on the end of two hanging leather straps like a sultry gymnast. She hadn’t found any pants since John had seen her and acrobatics gave many sly flashes of her hidden depths to the audience. They hooted and hollered for more as she bowed and slipped off the side of the stage.\n\nJohn was still unsure of exactly what he wanted, but the more he thought about it the more he became convinced that he wanted something a little different. It would be a shame to visit such a place and go home with something he could have found next door, though he doubted any of his neighbors were as beautiful as the humans on display here. \n\nHe drained the rest of his pint leaving nothing but a heady foam and stood up. His knees wobbled only once as he stepped forth into the crowd. From across the room Madame Pana smiled. \n\n\tHe very nearly returned to his seat seconds later when he saw a towering eight foot plus hyena-headed woman passionately kissing a human little more than half her size. Those teeth! They could crush a man’s skull without much effort but her partner was too brave or foolish to notice. He was warming up to the idea of adventure bit by bit, but surely there had to be limits. Anybody who could break him over their knee like a twig was a bit too much for him to handle. \n\nHe momentarily eyed the copper dragon in the corner, a heady dream that offered similar problems to the gnoll, but she was already headed to the back of the common room. Not alone of course, she had found a satyr customer tonight. Apparently, the customers could be as exotic as the escorts. The pair disappeared through the same beaded curtain the centaur had used earlier. It must lead to some of the larger rooms on the ground floor, some couples needed a bit more space than others. If the hyena hybrid was too frightening for him though, the dragon was orders of magnitude more so, even if she did radiate beauty with every lithe movement.\n\n\tWomen and men approached him, human, demihuman, and others. He rebuffed them all politely. They’d pout and try to encourage him further until he’d promise to return when he made up his mind, he was still browsing he explained. Everything seemed too big, too scary, or too normal. He surprised himself when he would mentally dismiss things as being too normal. How far he’d come in what couldn’t have been much more than an hour. Yet still it seemed most of the more exotic options were larger than life. Where had the nymph and satyrs gone from earlier? Three at once seemed intimidating on its own but maybe less likely to result in injury. From between his legs a high pitched voice.\n\n\t“Hey now, careful where you step handsome. Gotta remember to look down sometimes or you can trample people in here.” He looked down suddenly. To John’s immediate embarrassment he had nearly stepped over the small lizard thing who had served him then danced upon stage. He’d walked right into her and now her slender snout was nearly pushed into the crotch of his pants. A compromising position and she wasn’t backing away. “Could have said hello first, at least.” She cooed, leaning into him slightly until her snout brushed against the cloth of his trousers. \n\n\tJohn stumbled backwards, careful not to knock into anybody behind him lest he compound his misery, and turned a deep shade of crimson with no shadows to hide his face this time. He stammered out a barely legible apology and started to look for a way out of the encounter.\n\t\n\tThe girl, for her part, offered him no escape, but pressed forward with each retreating step, maintaining contact with his tender area. “Now I didn’t say stop.” She placed a small hand on the inside of one of his thighs and left it there, sensually lingering. “You know, I thought you were kinda cute when you were embarrassed before. But now! Well, I can’t keep my hands off you. I always appreciated the shy ones. What’s your name farmboy?” She purred to him. Her voice was high pitched but musical, a sweet lilting song.\n\n\tJohn was rapidly losing control of the situation. He’d wanted something small and manageable, this girl was clearly one but maybe not the other. “My name’s John. Uhhhh, could you step back?” He stammered. She sighed wantonly but complied. John tried to regain some small amount of composure. “Sorry if this is rude, but what are you?”\n\n\tShe laughed lightly and flashed a smile that showed a multitude of small blunted teeth. “A little rude but I forgive you. We get that question all the time here but I must admit it’s not normally directed at me. You must really be new to this place if you don’t recognize a kobold. We’re rather common.” She spun in a little circle as if to show herself off. Small ornaments tinkled on short strands, suspended from the longer horns on her head. She was short, petite, and, John was realizing, staggeringly beautiful.\n\n\t“I’m from a farm not far off but I’ve never been here before, or anywhere really.” He admitted. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, leaving it sticking up at odd angles.\n\n\t“Well that’s no problem. My name is Krill. Did you want to maybe slip off somewhere quiet to talk? If it’s your first time here you must have some questions.” She locked eyes with him, hers were green and predatory, and lay a hand on his thigh again. He didn’t ask her to remove it.\n\n\tHe eyed some of the tables at the edge of the room, a short chat over there could be nice. Many of them were still empty, plenty of room. “Sure, Krill, I’d like that. It’s been a bit much trying to get used to this place. Maybe I could just get to know you a bit” He started to turn toward the dim corner but he felt the small kobold place her hand in his and she started leading him toward the nearer stairway. He started to object but his admonishment died in his throat. He’d lost control of the situation again.\n\n\t“Oh yes, well I planned to get to know you a little as well. Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything. Little farmboy, little experience, little kobold.” She laughed at her own wordplay and walked up the steps leading John by the hand. He lagged slightly behind, one might say pulled along except he outweighed her three to one\n\n\tThe hallways upstairs were immense. There were four of them heading away from the upper landing, one in each direction and they seemed to go far further than logic would allow. The building hadn’t seemed that large from the outside. Yet Krill led John in simple silence, ignoring the perceived impossibilities, down one of the halls past a multitude of doors each with a bronze nameplate. Some were generic ‘Green Room’ ‘Lavender Room’, others gave titles ‘Whips and Tricks’ ‘The Pillow Fort’, still others simply showed the names of their occupants like the door the tiny kobold eventually stopped at. ‘Krill’s’.\n\n\tKrill nudged John toward the door but he balked. “Aren’t you supposed to charge me something? I don’t even know what you cost.” He didn’t know much, but he knew these sorts of things normally weren’t free.\n\n\tShe looked up at him in mock anger “Do I look like the kind of girl you could just buy? ‘Cause I am.” She laughed at her own joke again but John just looked confused. “Don’t worry farmboy. Today I’m not working, today I’m just a girl with a guy who looks cute when he blushes. Sometimes I just want a bit of fun ya’know?”\n\n\tJohn wasn’t sure what to make of that, but it sounded well enough. If he wasn’t going to be charged anything then he could afford to comeback another day. He shrugged inwardly and opened the door to the kobold’s room. It was bigger than he would’ve guessed, a bed big enough to comfortably fit a full-grown man instead of just a little lizard, and off to one side a closet with its contents spilling out. Lots of black, lots of leather. His eyes widened some.\n\n\tKrill put two scaled hands on his lower back and pushed him roughly the rest of the way into the room before shutting and locking the door behind her. She left the key dangling on thin black cord of leather, hanging from a peg on the wall. “Don’t worry about that none. It’s too much for you, I can already tell.” A quick wink and sly tilt of her head. “I’ll just pack it in the closet.” She picked up some sort of small garment made entirely of straps. She held it to her small chest and John could only vaguely see how it would be worn, too many cords and there was no way it could possibly cover anything. She laughed again in her sweet high-pitched voice and tossed the leather thing into the closet.\n\n\tJohn watched her carefully picking up from the edge of her bed where he sat patiently. He found himself morbidly curious despite his reservations. “So… Uhhh. Who is all that for anyway? I mean…” He trailed off awkwardly. Did she wear it? Did people pay her to do as they wanted or the other way around?\n\n\tIn answer Krill reached into the closet and pulled out a small rubber ball on a leather thong and mimed putting it in her mouth. John squirmed on the bed in something between discomfort and arousal. Krill smiled a toothy grin and pulled out a second piece, near identical to the first but much larger, far too large for her. She laughed and threw both pieces back into the cupboard and kicked the door shut. The answer was clear enough. Either, both. After the clean up only one thing was left out, other than the bed itself, a swing that bolted to the ceiling. John was pretty sure that, used carefully, you could suspend a kobold in it at roughly waist level. He blushed deeply. \n\n\tKrill leapt up onto the bed beside him and sat there with her legs dangling over the edge, her tail splayed out behind her. She kicked her feet childishly. “You keep blushing like that you’re not going to have enough blood left in you to fill anything other than your face.” John turned away to hide the deepening color in his cheeks. It’s not like he had never been with a woman before but Krill had a way of being so disarming and forward, it wasn’t something he had much experience at. “Oh, relax already, I thought you just wanted to talk anyway. I’m not about to jump you until you ask me to.”\n\n\tJohn took another moment to gather himself before turning back to the kobold. She glanced up at him jovially, her bright green eyes shining. “I’m not used to talking about it is all. Back home it’s just not done, nobody talks about it and everybody mostly pretends nobody does it.”\n\n\tKrill shrugged. “We do it here all the time. I got used to it, you will too. How about something else though. Have you really never heard of kobolds before?”\n\n\tJohn was glad for the reprieve. “Heard of ‘em sure. My Da used to tell us stories about how kobolds snuck into villages and ate babies, stole valuables, things like that. But I’ve never seen one until now. Didn’t really know what they looked like.” He admired her face as they talked. He hadn’t taken a solid look before, it was easier during quiet conversation like this. The scales on her face swept back from her brow into two slightly raised ridges that ran the length of her spine, little more than rough bumps. It was not classically beautiful from a human standpoint, but despite his general embarrassment at the situation John found her captivating to look at. He wanted to run his fingers along the ridges on her back just to see how hard they were. He felt silly just for having the thought, but still…\n\n\t“Well, to be honest I do know some kobolds who have actually done that, the babies I mean.” She admitted it freely but John could see the disapproval in her eyes. “Most of us are pretty mean spirited, I’m a bit of an odd duck in that regard.” She shrugged. “Haven’t been home in a while because of it, but it’s okay. I like it here well enough. I’m good at the job at least.” She kept a small scaled hand resting on his leg as she looked up and studied his face just as he was admiring hers. He was a farmboy with rough features and a hawk nose. He had a head of hair that looked like you could go at it with a bush whacker and lose. It was not conventionally attractive by human standards either, but then she wasn’t a human. \n\n\t“S’pose that doesn’t matter much. Da says it’s what a man does that defines him. I don’t see any reason to hold that against ya.” Nobody can be held responsible for their own birth.\n\n\t“Well don’t be too quick to say you won’t hold anything against me. It wouldn’t be as much fun if you didn’t.” John blushed and Krill laughed again but he didn’t look away this time. “C’mon now,” she gestured to her own bare chest, “Don’t you think it’s time we evened the score a little bit?” Krill was wearing only that thin, near transparent, slip of cloth on her hips. She forwardly started to try and pull John’s shirt up over his head. She didn’t make much progress, only pulled the hem out of his pants, but John raised his arms and obliged her. Throwing his shirt against the wall and matching her topless on the bed.\n\n\tFarms breed straight-laced simple men like John. They live simply and don’t aspire to much beyond a few creature comforts and survival, but all that farm work built hard bodies. John was no exception, he was covered with the tight muscles of a working man. Slim, but strong, and Krill drank him in with her eyes. She could feel herself react to the sight and she squirmed on the bed slightly. She had never taken anybody to bed free of charge before, but she was glad she’d made an exception tonight. Something about this boy was right.\n\n\tShe stood on the bed and carefully stepped over John’s leg so that she stood directly in front of him, her head even with his. “Okay farmboy, now we both know why you came here tonight. Its okay to be a little shy but too much and a girl might think you aren’t interested. What say you stop beating around the bush and tell me what it is that you want.” She placed a hand on either side of his reddening cheeks and held his head close to hers, he could feel the warmth of her breath with her snout inches away from his lips. \n\n\tJohn said nothing but what he wanted was her. His eyes were locked with the tiny kobold’s, his head resting comfortably in her hands. He leaned towards her, his lips searching, and she didn’t pull away. He pressed his lips to her mouth, surprised to find her scales softer and more pliable than he would have imagined. She kissed him back freely, without reserve. Her lips opened, and her long tongue snaked out between them, looking to meet his own but this farmboy’s lips stayed prim and shut and. She found no purchase. The kiss was a tender moment that lasted only a second before Krill pulled away. \n\n\t“Well now that’s nice, but you didn’t say anything.” She kissed at his neck, letting her long tongue play over the taught musculature there, tasting his light sweat. John was shocked into silence, and she trailed down his body with her hands and mouth. She kissed and caressed lower down his chest until she had to kneel between his legs to reach any lower. She stopped just above his navel and let her tongue trail lower still, but only delicately, only teasing. “What is it that you want farmboy? I want to hear you say it.” His pants were tight and pitched, an excited treasure hidden in their depths but she casually ignored it. She wanted to bury her face in it and experience the purest version of him that she could, but more than that she wanted to make him say it. To get the shy youth to admit it to her and himself.\n\n\tThe smallest of whimpers escaped John’s mouth. It was illegible, only the word ‘suck’ could be heard at all.\n\t\n\tShe rewarded him by dropping her mouth another inch, and made a long luxurious lick just above the hem of his pants across his tanned abs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make that out.” She laughed as his blush deepened, a lilting laugh, not mocking but mirthful. \n\n\tHe surprised her by placing his hand on the back of her head and pushing her lower forcefully. She let out a little moan as he exerted some degree of control over her, maybe not quite as shy as she thought. Still, however, he barely managed more than a whisper and his face was deep red “I want you to suck my cock.” It was quiet, and she was hoping for a bit of volume that night, but it was a start.\n\n\t“Oh, is that all?” She jested. “Well stand up and take your pants off then, shoes and socks too. Here I’ll match you.” Krill got off the bed as John stood as well to undress. She reached behind her back to the small knot at the base of her tail which held up her only garment and undid it deftly. The thin fabric fell to the ground with nary a sound, and she stood naked before a gangly young man who was trying to take his socks off too fast and making a right fool of himself. She didn’t bother teasing him, nobody looked good taking socks off. There was no reason to rub it in. She slid a hand between her legs and idly rubbed at her slit as she admired his muscled back. \n\n\tJohn went to sit back down on the bed once he had undressed, but Krill stopped him with a touch. When they were both standing she came up to just the perfect height, his manhood bobbed excitedly in front of her snout and she licked her lips. She stood close to him and nuzzled her snout into him, letting his dick rest across her face. It made her look equally foolish and sultry, sinful comedy. Her green eyes practically glowed in the dim light of the room as she looked up at him and playfully rubbed at his throbbing cock with her snout. Her long flexible tongue slipped from her mouth and played at the base of him. Wrapping around him and savoring his flavor. John groaned.\n\n\tShe was practiced, skilled. She knew the ways men liked it and the best ways for her to give it to them. She acted with passion and no reservations. Her mouth opened wide, a gaping display of small blunt pointed teeth, carefully maintained, and a deliciously long tongue. She placed John’s sensitive rod onto that wicked tongue and wrapped herself around it before closing her mouth and easily engulfing the full length of him. Despite her small stature her pointed snout was well suited for this use and she held the entirety of him inside, tasting the intimacy of the act. Soft tender scaled lips suckled on her farmboy in a way no woman ever had before.\n\n\tJohn was lost in sensation, he was torn between watching her work, and letting his head fall backward as he closed his eyes and enjoyed every second of the intense ministrations. Krill used her tongue like a human woman might use her hand, wrapped around his shaft and stroking him wetly all while he was encased in the warm embrace of her mouth. The feeling of being suckled and rubbed simultaneously was too much to bear and he quickly found himself reaching his limit. He placed his hands on her scaly cheeks and cradled her head gently, encouraging her with low toned groans of appreciation. \n\n\tKrill felt her own enjoyment slicking the scales between her legs, a sticky mess. The hands that held her head were calloused and strong, and while they were used with tender care she yearned to feel them holding her down. Pinning her while she was being used and abused by the very cock she was currently worshipping. The essence of her arousal soaked her lizard entrance and she felt an undeniable, untenable heat. She needed him. \n\n\tShe hummed a tiny high-pitched note as she savored one last mouthful of the young man’s potent taste before pulling out of those strong calloused hands. She let the human’s cock fall from her mouth with a wet sound, she could still taste the heady flavor of his precum. John reflexively pushed his hips forward, eager, straining for more, closer to the cusp than he would normally be after a session of oral care. Yet Krill would give him no respite, no sweet release in that form.\n\n\tShe guided him back toward the bed with tender words that none-the-less held a commanding strength and more than a little friendly mockery. She needed him to lie down for this, on his back with his member standing tall and primed for her own use. He complied without a word, and simply waited as the diminutive dragon lady straddled his waist, her tail toward his feet with her delicately clawed hands digging slightly into the taught muscles of his torso. \n\n\tFor the first time since the kobold had teased him back in the common room he got a good look at what lay between Krill’s legs. She was so much smaller than him it remained delicately hidden to his casual glances even when she was completely nude, but here as she towered over him he could see her womanhood in its full glory. Krill was covered in scales from her horned head to her sharp clawed feet but the entire length of her underside was lighter colored and fairer than her back or head. Her throat down to the inside of her thighs and underside of her tail was patterned with delicate scales, smaller than his eye could easily discern and soft to the touch. He rubbed her flat chest and belly with his hands savoring the way they slid easily across her smooth hide, but between her legs was softer still. \n\n\tAt her encouragement, he slipped a hand further down her body until it rested between her thighs, he could feel the warmth radiating off her and his fingers came back slick with fluid at the barest touch. It wasn’t much too look at, just a small slit in her scales that now bulged slightly and spread, driven by her arousal. It could be easily hidden but for the heat that came off from it and the way she held herself open to him with a mischievous glint in her eye. She moaned as he rubbed her idly and tried to press one of his fingers inside her. So tight, almost too much so, he could barely get the tip of his finger in. How was this going to work?\n\n\tAs if responding to his thoughts Krill could wait no longer to show him. She smiled coyly and pushed his hands away from her and started to crouch over John’s erect member. She held him steady in one hand while spreading her scaled entrance open with the other. She placed his tip just against her entrance, and paused to savor the moment. John looked up at her, his straight black hair tussled and unkempt and his hawk nose tilting just slightly off to one side, she smiled at his uncommon beauty and held his gaze carefully as she lowered herself by inches. Slowly, carefully stretching around him, staring straight into his eyes, daring him to look away before finally she felt her hips meet his and she sat atop him. \n\n\tJohn threw back his head and closed his eyes at the overwhelming sensation, the incomparable tightness of the kobold’s slick depths. For Krill there was no pain or discomfort, maybe there would have been one time long ago but in truth John wasn’t even the largest man she’d managed to serve before, though he was more than enough for her satisfaction. She felt him tensing and convulsing beneath her before she’d even started to move. The time limit had been set and it was going to be disappointingly short. She sighed but took it as a sign of a job well done and began to pump and grind from her position atop the farmboy. \n\n\tAlready titillated and well treated by the kobolds wonderful snout earlier John found himself fighting to last even a minute inside the lizard’s slick heated tunnel. She pressed herself frantically against him, trying to scratch her own itch, small claws leaving thin red lines on his chest as she leaned forward intently. He opened his eyes briefly and that proved to be his downfall. The sight of the small dragon-blooded humanoid resting on top of him pumping away and the slit between her legs stretched taut around him was too much. He watched himself penetrate her until, overcome with rising lust, he could hold it in no more.\n\n\tKrill could see it in John’s face before she could feel it beneath her but it was still so soon. She’d had none of what she wanted and she struggled to eke out every ounce of satisfaction even as the man began to leak his essence into her. She pushed on until John reached the point of pain past the pleasure and grabbed her bodily in his strong hands, pinning her arms to her sides and holding her down on him as he lay hilted inside her, his cum pumping freely into her and oozing back out of her just as fast, soaking her thighs and his balls. \n\nThe feel of being pinned down like that gave her more satisfaction that the minute-long session prior but she felt no ill will. A young guy embarrassed as he was the entire night, she knew what to expect. She had toys for herself after he left. She could go get another client if she wanted but she had to admit she felt some sort of fleeting affection for John against all odds, so she would satisfy herself and remain alone for just the one night. She stayed on top of him, leaning forward until she was laying on his chest with him still inside her, her tail resting between his legs. She could sense his unease.\n\n“Sorry,” he said “Its, uhhh, been awhile.” He ran his hands down Krill’s back, feeling the tough and bumpy scales there, letting his fingernails drag across the surface. It felt good and Krill saw no reason to stop him. \n\n“Its fine, as long as you had a good time. That’s the important part.” His fingernails raked satisfaction down her back and she churled deep in her throat.\n\n“I did but what about you?” John had softened and slipped out of Krill already but still the kobold lay on him like a lazy lizard enjoying a warm rock that came with complimentary back scratches.\n\nShe shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll live. Believe it or not most of what goes on in here isn’t really about whether we enjoy it or not.” John grew quiet and his fingers stopped working their magic down her spine. “Hey now, that doesn’t mean you get to stop trying.” She squirmed against him until his hands resumed. Just a few more minutes like this was all Krill wanted at this point, this was nice.\n\nJohn’s hands moved with greater purpose, drifting up and down the kobold’s back but lingering longer and longer towards the base of her tail. “Ya know, there’s just one thing about that.” He drawled. He slipped on hand down the side of her tail and brought it back up until he was firmly cupping a surprisingly soft kobold rear. “A man is supposed to treat a woman right at all times.” One hand scratched, one hand squeezed.\n\nKrill pressed her face into his taut muscular chest and fought back a tiny moan. “That’s awfully old fashioned you know. I’m tough, I can take care of myself.” The hand on her ass was kneading and squeezing softly but she could feel the unyielding strength in those hands and she wanted it. “I have for years after all. Why should I let you take care of me?”\n\nHer voice taunted him, he could tell she was looking for him to give a reason. “Because I could be good at it?” He suggested. He could feel her involuntarily squirming against him, the strong musk of sex permeated the room but it was being tinged with a light sweetness under the caress of his hands.\n\nKrill fought to hold moans in but they kept slipping out against her better efforts. “Lots of people are good at it” she said. “Can you give me what it is what I want when you ‘take care of me’? Why should I let you?” She could feel John’s member stiffening up underneath her, pressing between her legs, eager to return to where it had so comfortably been before.\n\nJohn tried to think of a good reason. He thought about what they had talked about earlier and tried to come up with the answer she was so clearly looking for. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the swing with the leather straps and the closet with hidden treasures behind it’s closed doors. He knew. “Because,” he whispered down to her as he moved both his hands down to her plump lizard ass, “you can’t stop me.” \n\nHe grabbed her and bodily moved her off him, she yapped a high-pitched note with surprise and excitement. He tossed her onto the bed beside him, laying her down on her back and holding her there with one calloused hand while the other caressed the back of her horned head as he moved his mouth to hers. He kissed with reckless abandon, lost in the moment. No longer embarrassed or unsure of himself and what he wanted. Right now, in this moment he just wanted to taste the pleasures that this kobold had to offer and to return those pleasure in kind. His mouth parted before her tongue and she hungrily explored him with it. \n\nEager and excited, she yearned for this and didn’t fight the inescapable pressure that was holding her on the bed. She couldn’t have gotten up had she wanted to, a willing prisoner to his whims. He rubbed her flat chest roughly, pressing on the more delicate scales of her underside and she gasped. The heat between her legs which had only dulled slightly from earlier flared fully back into life. Her entrance still leaked what he had left there earlier, staining her thighs and ass, but she craved more.\n\nJohn hadn’t been lying earlier. He wanted Krill to feel as good as she made him feel earlier, yet he was already hard and eager. He wanted to take and pierce her again right now, to drive her into the bed beneath him, but he didn’t. He wasn’t the most experienced man but he knew a little bit from a few embarrassing encounters. He couldn’t be sure that kobolds even worked the same way as the farmgirls her knew but it seemed prudent to try anyway. He broke the kiss with one set of Krill’s lips and went to seal them on the other. \n\nKrill continued to yap involuntarily with excitement when she realized John’s intent. She already enjoyed this evening but it was proving to be a rare treat indeed. Strong hands held her around the midriff, her arms pinned gently but persistently and she gladly let her legs splay open to provide the best access. The tip of her tail flicked and swished excitedly.\n\nDespite the lightly used aspects of the draconic slit before him John didn’t hesitate. Modesty and squeamish tendencies were best left at the bedroom door and he went to task with relish. Long luscious licks from end to end, exploring his new playground. Her scales felt smooth as the softest skin against his face and her inner flesh was tender and yielding. He tasted her juices and his own in equal measure and enjoyed hers far more. She tasted like she smelled, lightly sweet and warm. \n\nHe was mildly surprised to notice that he hadn’t failed to see an asshole on her lithe form previously, but that she, like dragons and other lizards, had only the one cleft in her scales and two diverging paths from there. He treated them both to lavish attention and enjoyed the sounds and squirms produced in his partner by each. As well, hidden at the very top of her entrance was a familiar bundle of pleasure. Largely the same as the ones he was familiar with and, judging by Krill’s reaction, it worked in much the same way. Upon finding it he focused his attention there caressing it with his lips and tongue. Rolling and teasing it gently, focusing on the actions that produced the deepest moans and calls for more.\n\nSmall pulses rocked the tiny form beneath his hands and a sweet slickness covered his lips and chin for his reward. He slipped one hand down to help, removing it from where he had been holding her arm tight at her side earlier. He kept her pressed to the bed with one muscular arm while the other delved her depths roughly. He had seen she could take it and her slickness eased his entry enough so he could plunge his fingers into her and make her small frame quake and yell. She loved his fingers and every note she shrieked in the room told him, her eyes closed in ecstasy. \n\nHe stood up off her and picked her up off the bed and held her in his arms. She was lighter than a bale of hay by far and it was no trouble to maneuver her around. He held her back to his chest with his arms wrapped around her front and one hand continuing to dive into her, restraining and exciting her in new ways. Her calls practically shook the walls as John took great control over his partner. Wordless squeals eventually turned into one oft repeated phrase. ‘Fuck me, fuck me. Oh my god, please fuck me.’\n\nA call for help John was more than happy to fulfill, he turned to the swing beside the bed. Krill’s eyes lit up. He didn’t know exactly how to fit the kobold into it and Krill tried to help without making it look like she was anything other than an easily controlled fuckable package. He continued to kiss, tease, and finger the small kobold as each strap was lashed on, eager to keep her engine running hot. When it was done she was held comfortably suspended above the floor, her arms bound at her sides and her legs splayed behind her, her tail lifted neatly out of the way by a single thick strap. \n\nShe looked back over her shoulder, her green eyes glowing with desperation and need. Unable to give herself what she wanted, well and truly at John’s mercy. He didn’t keep her waiting. He wanted her as much as she needed him. He stood behind her, one leg in each hand with his member pressed firmly between Krill’s tender cheeks. A drop of arousal leaked from the kobold and splashed to the wooden floor below, she pleaded with her eyes. \n\nJohn lined himself up carefully, pressing the tip of himself to the tight hole hidden in the lizards slit. Krill wasn’t on top this time to control the speed at which their union took place. She couldn’t slow him down. With his muscular hands on the bound kobold’s hips he pressed himself into her fully in one smooth motion. He groaned with relief in unison with Krill’s own moans. He had hardly released just how excited he’d made himself in his efforts to satisfy her. \n\nHe pulled back in a long slow stroke and pressed into her again in a measured pace. She was so slick, she was tight as anything he’d ever felt but she still offered little resistance. Just a burning hot hole to be used as he needed. He picked up a lustful speed. Slick wet sounds filled the room punctuated by guttural grunts and shivering moans. Again John found himself watching as he penetrated the kobold, watching her lips clench and slide around his shaft with every hot thrust. The way they slightly pulled at him whenever he pulled back and then greedily accepted him again as he pressed himself back up to the hilt. \n\nDrops of kobold juice splashed to the floor as Krill’s mind reeled at the sensation. She hadn’t enjoyed anything like this in months if not years. Something about John excited her in all the right ways and those strong hands, wrapped around her hips as he used what she had, were driving her crazy. A slow tidal wave, building over the course of the night was beginning to crest inside her. A forceful unstoppable thing, rising by every inch that John shoved into her. \n\nJohn’s own control was vastly waning, he pounded the kobold with such vicious speed and focus that he was quickly eating away at his own resolve. He started to change his rhythm to try and pull himself back from the edge but when a high pitched kobold voice yelled ‘don’t stop’ he obliged. He groped at her with his hands and used her for his own needs. When the feeling of pressure grew in his balls he didn’t fight it, he felt them tighten and clench and with one final thrust he impaled his partner upon his naked sword and released an entire night’s worth of love and lust. \n\nJust as Krill felt the first pulse of orgasm tingling through her body she felt a farmboy’s hips ram hard into her thighs and a white-hot sticky sensation deep inside her. He came for her just as she did for him and she loved him for it. Their hot gushing essences swirled and mingled inside her and dripped out onto the floor, her tight hole squeezing around him and milking him for more only to drip so much of it out. She shivered and tensed up as another wave crested within her and John gave a few more gentle thrusts, urging one last piercing pleasure out of himself. \n\nKrill laughed nervously as they stayed together for a few fleeing moments. Neither one wanting to break the sweet contact. Eventually John pressed his hands to Krill’s sweet ass and pulled himself free with a wet plop and a fresh dollop of cum leaked to the floor. He started to unhook her from her harness but she stopped him and asked for just a few more minutes, she wanted to savor the moment, so he sat on the edge of the bed and scratched her head and back again and asked if she was okay. She was more than okay, uncomfortably more than okay but she couldn’t say as much. \n\nKrill was hoping that John would have another round in him but minutes after she got out of the harness he was dressing and thanking her profusely. He excused himself out and down the hall while she was still sitting wistfully on the bed. \n\nLater Krill paid Madame Pana the gold that would have been the house’s cut had she actually charged John. She might give up her own time for free but better not to let the Madame know. Madame Pana just nodded none the wiser and asked Krill if she thought John would come back again. Krill looked at a mostly empty common room, the last dregs of the clients late in the night, and hoped that he would.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tThe Silken Embrace splashed brilliant light onto the street outside. The famous brothel shone it’s beacon to all the weary and lonely travelers who might pass by, enticing them with soft promises. The light danced demurely on the street, but the inside was more often full of loud drunken revelry. Everybody was pleased to be here, both patrons and escorts alike. Madame Pana, the matronly owner, surveyed her establishment and smiled in approval. She floated from place to place cajoling the timid visitors and soothing the fiery ones, ensuring that everybody got exactly what their heart desired and keeping the peace in equal measure.

\tStrictly speaking organized bordellos such as hers were not entirely legal in the city proper. Yet she paid slightly more than her fair share of taxes on the sizable income her business produced and oddly enough none of the noblemen ever seemed to mind. Suddenly enforcing the law didn’t seem to be that important. It never hurt to make sure that most nights passed without any unruly accidents anyhow, not that is was very difficult. It wasn’t fist fights and alcohol that drew her clientele. The hard-bodied men interested in that sort of entertainment were wise to seek it elsewhere, this place dealt in pleasures of a softer persuasion. Ones that could fill anybody’s taste no matter how exotic.

\tEverything was for sale here. No matter what sort of treatment or body you desired it could be purchased at fair cost. Nymphs danced on stage to the hypnotic tune of a topless satyr’s panflute, clothed in only vines and ivy. Humans, elves, and dwarves of all shapes and sizes flitted through the crowd, giggling and teasing the clients. How such diverse fare could be managed was a mystery known only to the kindly Madame who ran the establishment. Even a dragon, a young beauty with shimmering copper scales, lay nestled in one corner being fawned over by several nobles. Madame Pana watched it all with idle interest.

\tEvery night was much the same with the draconic beauty, she would quietly and shyly entertain any number of interested men, and women, who would bid ever increasing sums of money to win her interest just for the night. She was fickle and would often toy with her suitors, making many promises and keeping a paltry few. Dragons were proud and the Madame had never bothered trying to figure out why this dragoness in particular deigned to work here. She imagined it was simply a love of attention, there was plenty of glowing admiration for her to bask in nightly. It certainly wasn’t the money, she often chose a suitor late in the night and seemingly at random. She set her own price and made her own decisions and it was practically never the one with the biggest coin pouch or prettiest face that was allowed to follow her back to her room.

Yet despite the dragon’s fickle nature she paid Madame Pana her fair share and her presence brought more guests through the door than any single other person under the roof. A dragon willing to sell her time for any material wealth was a rare and intriguing sight. Many would come without any thought of purchase or trade, just to see that they had seen a dragon in person before setting their eyes on one of the brothel’s more obtainable prizes. So, the Madame was happy not to pry and let the dragon keep her secrets.

\tIt was a magical place, both metaphorically and literally, and everybody, guest and escort, left happy. Dissatisfaction was practically against the rules.  People came from across the country, across other countries at times, for a chance to experience the rare pleasures available. Though sometimes, as is the case of our lead tonight, they came from just down the road.

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John was a simple farm boy. He led a simple life that had only just begun when he moved out of his family home and to his own farm last year. He had simple, straightforward desires. At the end of his second growing season, another successful haul, he’d decided to visit this house of fine repute to celebrate. All that hard work on a lonely isolated farm all summer with nobody for company except himself, it was enough to drive a man plum crazy. Well, he’d heard of the Silken Embrace as had every hot blooded man for hundreds of miles, he figured it was as good a place as any. All he wanted was a nice girl with a pretty face, he packed a few coins into a pouch and hoped for the best.
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\tHe was ill prepared when he stepped through the grand double doors of the boisterous common room. His simple farm life clashed against the magnificent opulence of the Embrace. Girls, guys, and things in-between sashayed, stalked, and slithered across the floor. They flirted with men and women who gripped their mugs white knuckled and breathless. A man with simple desires was easily struck dumb when faced with such a choice assembly of wares. His mouth hung agape as the dragon in the corner stirred. Half the crowd, workers included, stared at the shining copper beauty, large as a draft horse, who was stretching lewdly in her corner, revealing herself accidentally on purpose, before resettling onto her pillowy bedding. A reinvigorated crowd of well-dressed figures surrounded her and their renewed clamoring mostly hid her from John’s view.
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\tHe stood in shock, blocking the door, ignorant of the increasingly irritated calls behind him. Before any ugly shoving could break out he was gently ushered inside and out of the way by the motherly owner herself. She led him by the elbow wordlessly to a relatively quiet table in corner of the grand common room and bade him sit down to little resistance. John simply followed and gaped at the wonders around him. At the table he looked dumbly up at her and she smiled kindly at him. “Welcome to the Silken Embrace, dear.” She said, her voice warm and caring. “What are you looking for tonight? If you know what you want I could help you find it.”

\tHe said nothing at first and she politely waited for his response. To be truthful he hadn’t considered anything beyond ‘a woman’. Any options beyond ‘willing participant’ were unavailable in his quiet farming community, and this place catered not just to a wide selection but a wild one, with many fine exotic meals for the palette. After a moment he found his tongue, “I guess I don’t rightly know.” He reddened. “I hadn’t really realized…” He trailed off embarrassed, but the woman shushed away his concerns.

\tMadame Pana patted the back of his hand. “Don’t worry hon, you just sit here and relax. If you see someone you like just go and talk to them. I promise they won’t bite unless you ask. I’ll have somebody fetch a drink, on the house, to settle your nerves. Think about what it is you want.” She smiled once more at him, the faintest of lines creasing her eyes kindly as she did, then flitted off into the crowd.
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\tJohn swallowed hard when she was gone. He was suddenly alone in a very overwhelming environment. The room was full of people in various stages of undress and an equal number of people admiring them or pulling them aside into dark corners. Two large staircases bookended the hall and a steady stream of couples walked arm in arm up them, while an equal number of disheveled and delirious people descended in the opposite direction. John was not entirely unexperienced in the realm of love and lust, he’d found his way into the hayloft with a willing partner on a warm summers night before, but this was something altogether different. It was more open for one, some women walked with full goods on display, rounded breasts and asses to feast the eyes, but even the most clothed of the courtesans moved in ways that left precious little to the imagination.

\tOn the Madame’s orders, none of the girls approached him too aggressively, he was left to acclimate in his own safe haven. Free to observe and absorb as much as he wanted before wading into the shallows to play in the water. A small lizard like girl with light green scales delivered his drink. She barely reached his waist and wore only the thinnest slip of clean white cloth draped coyly on her ample hips. Her chest was scaled, flat, and largely featureless, only her wide hips and melodious voice betrayed her gender. He thanked her with all the politeness he could muster from his overwrought brain and she winked suggestively at him. Gorgeous green eyes and a lithe tiny form, a non-traditional beauty.

He watched her hips sway as she departed, she looked back at him and smiled a toothy smile. She bent over as if to pick up a piece of clutter that had fallen to floor, lifting her thick tail high over her head. John blushed and looked away from the thin warm slit that she had hidden between her well-formed cheeks. She laughed a tinkling laugh and disappeared into the crowd with one last look at the farmboy.
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\tDeep shadows and dim candle light worked to hide the bright red hue of John’s cheeks as it faded away. Though it was unlikely anybody was paying attention to him he was glad for his shelter all the same. He nursed his ale and returned his attention to the room at large. A new creature had taken the stage, the two nymphs and satyr now roaming the crowd as a trio, grouping up on one potential client at a time.

A proud centaur male was now walking along the stage up front, an impressive set of equipment on display between his hind legs. John was as straight as the corn that made up his livelihood but he watched fascinated as a line of women called to the cloven-footed man. He trotted around flexing his human and horse figure, saying nothing but enticing the crowd with his magnificent form alone. John nearly averted his eyes as a massive erection rose beneath the centaur’s body, bobbing and throbbing for attention. In the end, the centaur reached out to a dark-haired male in the audience, pulling him onto the stage and allowing him to publicly touch him for just a moment before leading the man to the back of the room and through a beaded curtain.

\tThe night wore on and courage began to surge through John. Partly fueled by liquid hops and grain, but there had never been a question of leaving without tasting something from the menu. New shows danced across the stage one after the other. Some creatures he recognized from stories he’d heard, others he did not. The lizard-like girl that had delivered him his drink earlier performed a dazzling display of dexterity as she danced on the end of two hanging leather straps like a sultry gymnast. She hadn’t found any pants since John had seen her and acrobatics gave many sly flashes of her hidden depths to the audience. They hooted and hollered for more as she bowed and slipped off the side of the stage.

John was still unsure of exactly what he wanted, but the more he thought about it the more he became convinced that he wanted something a little different. It would be a shame to visit such a place and go home with something he could have found next door, though he doubted any of his neighbors were as beautiful as the humans on display here.

He drained the rest of his pint leaving nothing but a heady foam and stood up. His knees wobbled only once as he stepped forth into the crowd. From across the room Madame Pana smiled.

\tHe very nearly returned to his seat seconds later when he saw a towering eight foot plus hyena-headed woman passionately kissing a human little more than half her size. Those teeth! They could crush a man’s skull without much effort but her partner was too brave or foolish to notice. He was warming up to the idea of adventure bit by bit, but surely there had to be limits. Anybody who could break him over their knee like a twig was a bit too much for him to handle.

He momentarily eyed the copper dragon in the corner, a heady dream that offered similar problems to the gnoll, but she was already headed to the back of the common room. Not alone of course, she had found a satyr customer tonight. Apparently, the customers could be as exotic as the escorts. The pair disappeared through the same beaded curtain the centaur had used earlier. It must lead to some of the larger rooms on the ground floor, some couples needed a bit more space than others. If the hyena hybrid was too frightening for him though, the dragon was orders of magnitude more so, even if she did radiate beauty with every lithe movement.

\tWomen and men approached him, human, demihuman, and others. He rebuffed them all politely. They’d pout and try to encourage him further until he’d promise to return when he made up his mind, he was still browsing he explained. Everything seemed too big, too scary, or too normal. He surprised himself when he would mentally dismiss things as being too normal. How far he’d come in what couldn’t have been much more than an hour. Yet still it seemed most of the more exotic options were larger than life. Where had the nymph and satyrs gone from earlier? Three at once seemed intimidating on its own but maybe less likely to result in injury. From between his legs a high pitched voice.

\t“Hey now, careful where you step handsome. Gotta remember to look down sometimes or you can trample people in here.” He looked down suddenly. To John’s immediate embarrassment he had nearly stepped over the small lizard thing who had served him then danced upon stage. He’d walked right into her and now her slender snout was nearly pushed into the crotch of his pants. A compromising position and she wasn’t backing away. “Could have said hello first, at least.” She cooed, leaning into him slightly until her snout brushed against the cloth of his trousers.

\tJohn stumbled backwards, careful not to knock into anybody behind him lest he compound his misery, and turned a deep shade of crimson with no shadows to hide his face this time. He stammered out a barely legible apology and started to look for a way out of the encounter.
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\tThe girl, for her part, offered him no escape, but pressed forward with each retreating step, maintaining contact with his tender area. “Now I didn’t say stop.” She placed a small hand on the inside of one of his thighs and left it there, sensually lingering. “You know, I thought you were kinda cute when you were embarrassed before. But now! Well, I can’t keep my hands off you. I always appreciated the shy ones. What’s your name farmboy?” She purred to him. Her voice was high pitched but musical, a sweet lilting song.

\tJohn was rapidly losing control of the situation. He’d wanted something small and manageable, this girl was clearly one but maybe not the other. “My name’s John. Uhhhh, could you step back?” He stammered. She sighed wantonly but complied. John tried to regain some small amount of composure. “Sorry if this is rude, but what are you?”

\tShe laughed lightly and flashed a smile that showed a multitude of small blunted teeth. “A little rude but I forgive you. We get that question all the time here but I must admit it’s not normally directed at me. You must really be new to this place if you don’t recognize a kobold. We’re rather common.” She spun in a little circle as if to show herself off. Small ornaments tinkled on short strands, suspended from the longer horns on her head. She was short, petite, and, John was realizing, staggeringly beautiful.

\t“I’m from a farm not far off but I’ve never been here before, or anywhere really.” He admitted.  He scrubbed a hand through his hair, leaving it sticking up at odd angles.

\t“Well that’s no problem. My name is Krill. Did you want to maybe slip off somewhere quiet to talk? If it’s your first time here you must have some questions.” She locked eyes with him, hers were green and predatory, and lay a hand on his thigh again. He didn’t ask her to remove it.

\tHe eyed some of the tables at the edge of the room, a short chat over there could be nice. Many of them were still empty, plenty of room. “Sure, Krill, I’d like that. It’s been a bit much trying to get used to this place. Maybe I could just get to know you a bit” He started to turn toward the dim corner but he felt the small kobold place her hand in his and she started leading him toward the nearer stairway. He started to object but his admonishment died in his throat. He’d lost control of the situation again.

\t“Oh yes, well I planned to get to know you a little as well. Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything. Little farmboy, little experience, little kobold.” She laughed at her own wordplay and walked up the steps leading John by the hand. He lagged slightly behind, one might say pulled along except he outweighed her three to one

\tThe hallways upstairs were immense. There were four of them heading away from the upper landing, one in each direction and they seemed to go far further than logic would allow. The building hadn’t seemed that large from the outside. Yet Krill led John in simple silence, ignoring the perceived impossibilities, down one of the halls past a multitude of doors each with a bronze nameplate. Some were generic ‘Green Room’ ‘Lavender Room’, others gave titles ‘Whips and Tricks’ ‘The Pillow Fort’, still others simply showed the names of their occupants like the door the tiny kobold eventually stopped at. ‘Krill’s’.

\tKrill nudged John toward the door but he balked. “Aren’t you supposed to charge me something? I don’t even know what you cost.” He didn’t know much, but he knew these sorts of things normally weren’t free.

\tShe looked up at him in mock anger “Do I look like the kind of girl you could just buy? ‘Cause I am.” She laughed at her own joke again but John just looked confused. “Don’t worry farmboy. Today I’m not working, today I’m just a girl with a guy who looks cute when he blushes. Sometimes I just want a bit of fun ya’know?”

\tJohn wasn’t sure what to make of that, but it sounded well enough. If he wasn’t going to be charged anything then he could afford to comeback another day. He shrugged inwardly and opened the door to the kobold’s room. It was bigger than he would’ve guessed, a bed big enough to comfortably fit a full-grown man instead of just a little lizard, and off to one side a closet with its contents spilling out. Lots of black, lots of leather. His eyes widened some.

\tKrill put two scaled hands on his lower back and pushed him roughly the rest of the way into the room before shutting and locking the door behind her. She left the key dangling on thin black cord of leather, hanging from a peg on the wall. “Don’t worry about that none. It’s too much for you, I can already tell.” A quick wink and sly tilt of her head. “I’ll just pack it in the closet.” She picked up some sort of small garment made entirely of straps. She held it to her small chest and John could only vaguely see how it would be worn, too many cords and there was no way it could possibly cover anything. She laughed again in her sweet high-pitched voice and tossed the leather thing into the closet.

\tJohn watched her carefully picking up from the edge of her bed where he sat patiently. He found himself morbidly curious despite his reservations. “So… Uhhh. Who is all that for anyway? I mean…” He trailed off awkwardly. Did she wear it? Did people pay her to do as they wanted or the other way around?

\tIn answer Krill reached into the closet and pulled out a small rubber ball on a leather thong and mimed putting it in her mouth. John squirmed on the bed in something between discomfort and arousal. Krill smiled a toothy grin and pulled out a second piece, near identical to the first but much larger, far too large for her. She laughed and threw both pieces back into the cupboard and kicked the door shut. The answer was clear enough. Either, both. After the clean up only one thing was left out, other than the bed itself, a swing that bolted to the ceiling. John was pretty sure that, used carefully, you could suspend a kobold in it at roughly waist level. He blushed deeply.

\tKrill leapt up onto the bed beside him and sat there with her legs dangling over the edge, her tail splayed out behind her. She kicked her feet childishly. “You keep blushing like that you’re not going to have enough blood left in you to fill anything other than your face.” John turned away to hide the deepening color in his cheeks. It’s not like he had never been with a woman before but Krill had a way of being so disarming and forward, it wasn’t something he had much experience at. “Oh, relax already, I thought you just wanted to talk anyway. I’m not about to jump you until you ask me to.”

\tJohn took another moment to gather himself before turning back to the kobold. She glanced up at him jovially, her bright green eyes shining. “I’m not used to talking about it is all. Back home it’s just not done, nobody talks about it and everybody mostly pretends nobody does it.”

\tKrill shrugged. “We do it here all the time. I got used to it, you will too. How about something else though. Have you really never heard of kobolds before?”

\tJohn was glad for the reprieve. “Heard of ‘em sure. My Da used to tell us stories about how kobolds snuck into villages and ate babies, stole valuables, things like that. But I’ve never seen one until now. Didn’t really know what they looked like.” He admired her face as they talked. He hadn’t taken a solid look before, it was easier during quiet conversation like this. The scales on her face swept back from her brow into two slightly raised ridges that ran the length of her spine, little more than rough bumps. It was not classically beautiful from a human standpoint, but despite his general embarrassment at the situation John found her captivating to look at. He wanted to run his fingers along the ridges on her back just to see how hard they were. He felt silly just for having the thought, but still…

\t“Well, to be honest I do know some kobolds who have actually done that, the babies I mean.” She admitted it freely but John could see the disapproval in her eyes. “Most of us are pretty mean spirited, I’m a bit of an odd duck in that regard.” She shrugged. “Haven’t been home in a while because of it, but it’s okay. I like it here well enough. I’m good at the job at least.” She kept a small scaled hand resting on his leg as she looked up and studied his face just as he was admiring hers. He was a farmboy with rough features and a hawk nose. He had a head of hair that looked like you could go at it with a bush whacker and lose. It was not conventionally attractive by human standards either, but then she wasn’t a human.

\t“S’pose that doesn’t matter much. Da says it’s what a man does that defines him. I don’t see any reason to hold that against ya.” Nobody can be held responsible for their own birth.

\t“Well don’t be too quick to say you won’t hold anything against me. It wouldn’t be as much fun if you didn’t.” John blushed and Krill laughed again but he didn’t look away this time. “C’mon now,” she gestured to her own bare chest, “Don’t you think it’s time we evened the score a little bit?” Krill was wearing only that thin, near transparent, slip of cloth on her hips. She forwardly started to try and pull John’s shirt up over his head. She didn’t make much progress, only pulled the hem out of his pants, but John raised his arms and obliged her. Throwing his shirt against the wall and matching her topless on the bed.

\tFarms breed straight-laced simple men like John. They live simply and don’t aspire to much beyond a few creature comforts and survival, but all that farm work built hard bodies. John was no exception, he was covered with the tight muscles of a working man. Slim, but strong, and Krill drank him in with her eyes. She could feel herself react to the sight and she squirmed on the bed slightly. She had never taken anybody to bed free of charge before, but she was glad she’d made an exception tonight.  Something about this boy was right.

\tShe stood on the bed and carefully stepped over John’s leg so that she stood directly in front of him, her head even with his. “Okay farmboy, now we both know why you came here tonight. Its okay to be a little shy but too much and a girl might think you aren’t interested. What say you stop beating around the bush and tell me what it is that you want.” She placed a hand on either side of his reddening cheeks and held his head close to hers, he could feel the warmth of her breath with her snout inches away from his lips.

\tJohn said nothing but what he wanted was her. His eyes were locked with the tiny kobold’s, his head resting comfortably in her hands. He leaned towards her, his lips searching, and she didn’t pull away. He pressed his lips to her mouth, surprised to find her scales softer and more pliable than he would have imagined. She kissed him back freely, without reserve. Her lips opened, and her long tongue snaked out between them, looking to meet his own but this farmboy’s lips stayed prim and shut and. She found no purchase. The kiss was a tender moment that lasted only a second before Krill pulled away.

\t“Well now that’s nice, but you didn’t say anything.” She kissed at his neck, letting her long tongue play over the taught musculature there, tasting his light sweat. John was shocked into silence, and she trailed down his body with her hands and mouth. She kissed and caressed lower down his chest until she had to kneel between his legs to reach any lower. She stopped just above his navel and let her tongue trail lower still, but only delicately, only teasing. “What is it that you want farmboy? I want to hear you say it.” His pants were tight and pitched, an excited treasure hidden in their depths but she casually ignored it. She wanted to bury her face in it and experience the purest version of him that she could, but more than that she wanted to make him say it. To get the shy youth to admit it to her and himself.

\tThe smallest of whimpers escaped John’s mouth. It was illegible, only the word ‘suck’ could be heard at all.
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\tShe rewarded him by dropping her mouth another inch, and made a long luxurious lick just above the hem of his pants across his tanned abs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make that out.” She laughed as his blush deepened, a lilting laugh, not mocking but mirthful.

\tHe surprised her by placing his hand on the back of her head and pushing her lower forcefully. She let out a little moan as he exerted some degree of control over her, maybe not quite as shy as she thought. Still, however, he barely managed more than a whisper and his face was deep red “I want you to suck my cock.” It was quiet, and she was hoping for a bit of volume that night, but it was a start.

\t“Oh, is that all?” She jested. “Well stand up and take your pants off then, shoes and socks too. Here I’ll match you.” Krill got off the bed as John stood as well to undress. She reached behind her back to the small knot at the base of her tail which held up her only garment and undid it deftly. The thin fabric fell to the ground with nary a sound, and she stood naked before a gangly young man who was trying to take his socks off too fast and making a right fool of himself. She didn’t bother teasing him, nobody looked good taking socks off. There was no reason to rub it in. She slid a hand between her legs and idly rubbed at her slit as she admired his muscled back.

\tJohn went to sit back down on the bed once he had undressed, but Krill stopped him with a touch. When they were both standing she came up to just the perfect height, his manhood bobbed excitedly in front of her snout and she licked her lips. She stood close to him and nuzzled her snout into him, letting his dick rest across her face. It made her look equally foolish and sultry, sinful comedy. Her green eyes practically glowed in the dim light of the room as she looked up at him and playfully rubbed at his throbbing cock with her snout. Her long flexible tongue slipped from her mouth and played at the base of him. Wrapping around him and savoring his flavor. John groaned.

\tShe was practiced, skilled. She knew the ways men liked it and the best ways for her to give it to them. She acted with passion and no reservations. Her mouth opened wide, a gaping display of small blunt pointed teeth, carefully maintained, and a deliciously long tongue. She placed John’s sensitive rod onto that wicked tongue and wrapped herself around it before closing her mouth and easily engulfing the full length of him. Despite her small stature her pointed snout was well suited for this use and she held the entirety of him inside, tasting the intimacy of the act. Soft tender scaled lips suckled on her farmboy in a way no woman ever had before.

\tJohn was lost in sensation, he was torn between watching her work, and letting his head fall backward as he closed his eyes and enjoyed every second of the intense ministrations. Krill used her tongue like a human woman might use her hand, wrapped around his shaft and stroking him wetly all while he was encased in the warm embrace of her mouth. The feeling of being suckled and rubbed simultaneously was too much to bear and he quickly found himself reaching his limit. He placed his hands on her scaly cheeks and cradled her head gently, encouraging her with low toned groans of appreciation.

\tKrill felt her own enjoyment slicking the scales between her legs, a sticky mess. The hands that held her head were calloused and strong, and while they were used with tender care she yearned to feel them holding her down. Pinning her while she was being used and abused by the very cock she was currently worshipping. The essence of her arousal soaked her lizard entrance and she felt an undeniable, untenable heat. She needed him.

\tShe hummed a tiny high-pitched note as she savored one last mouthful of the young man’s potent taste before pulling out of those strong calloused hands. She let the human’s cock fall from her mouth with a wet sound, she could still taste the heady flavor of his precum. John reflexively pushed his hips forward, eager, straining for more, closer to the cusp than he would normally be after a session of oral care. Yet Krill would give him no respite, no sweet release in that form.

\tShe guided him back toward the bed with tender words that none-the-less held a commanding strength and more than a little friendly mockery. She needed him to lie down for this, on his back with his member standing tall and primed for her own use. He complied without a word, and simply waited as the diminutive dragon lady straddled his waist, her tail toward his feet with her delicately clawed hands digging slightly into the taught muscles of his torso.

\tFor the first time since the kobold had teased him back in the common room he got a good look at what lay between Krill’s legs. She was so much smaller than him it remained delicately hidden to his casual glances even when she was completely nude, but here as she towered over him he could see her womanhood in its full glory. Krill was covered in scales from her horned head to her sharp clawed feet but the entire length of her underside was lighter colored and fairer than her back or head. Her throat down to the inside of her thighs and underside of her tail was patterned with delicate scales, smaller than his eye could easily discern and soft to the touch. He rubbed her flat chest and belly with his hands savoring the way they slid easily across her smooth hide, but between her legs was softer still.

\tAt her encouragement, he slipped a hand further down her body until it rested between her thighs, he could feel the warmth radiating off her and his fingers came back slick with fluid at the barest touch. It wasn’t much too look at, just a small slit in her scales that now bulged slightly and spread, driven by her arousal. It could be easily hidden but for the heat that came off from it and the way she held herself open to him with a mischievous glint in her eye. She moaned as he rubbed her idly and tried to press one of his fingers inside her. So tight, almost too much so, he could barely get the tip of his finger in. How was this going to work?

\tAs if responding to his thoughts Krill could wait no longer to show him. She smiled coyly and pushed his hands away from her and started to crouch over John’s erect member. She held him steady in one hand while spreading her scaled entrance open with the other. She placed his tip just against her entrance, and paused to savor the moment. John looked up at her, his straight black hair tussled and unkempt and his hawk nose tilting just slightly off to one side, she smiled at his uncommon beauty and held his gaze carefully as she lowered herself by inches. Slowly, carefully stretching around him, staring straight into his eyes, daring him to look away before finally she felt her hips meet his and she sat atop him.

\tJohn threw back his head and closed his eyes at the overwhelming sensation, the incomparable tightness of the kobold’s slick depths. For Krill there was no pain or discomfort, maybe there would have been one time long ago but in truth John wasn’t even the largest man she’d managed to serve before, though he was more than enough for her satisfaction. She felt him tensing and convulsing beneath her before she’d even started to move. The time limit had been set and it was going to be disappointingly short. She sighed but took it as a sign of a job well done and began to pump and grind from her position atop the farmboy.

\tAlready titillated and well treated by the kobolds wonderful snout earlier John found himself fighting to last even a minute inside the lizard’s slick heated tunnel. She pressed herself frantically against him, trying to scratch her own itch, small claws leaving thin red lines on his chest as she leaned forward intently. He opened his eyes briefly and that proved to be his downfall. The sight of the small dragon-blooded humanoid resting on top of him pumping away and the slit between her legs stretched taut around him was too much. He watched himself penetrate her until, overcome with rising lust, he could hold it in no more.

\tKrill could see it in John’s face before she could feel it beneath her but it was still so soon. She’d had none of what she wanted and she struggled to eke out every ounce of satisfaction even as the man began to leak his essence into her. She pushed on until John reached the point of pain past the pleasure and grabbed her bodily in his strong hands, pinning her arms to her sides and holding her down on him as he lay hilted inside her, his cum pumping freely into her and oozing back out of her just as fast, soaking her thighs and his balls.

The feel of being pinned down like that gave her more satisfaction that the minute-long session prior but she felt no ill will. A young guy embarrassed as he was the entire night, she knew what to expect. She had toys for herself after he left. She could go get another client if she wanted but she had to admit she felt some sort of fleeting affection for John against all odds, so she would satisfy herself and remain alone for just the one night. She stayed on top of him, leaning forward until she was laying on his chest with him still inside her, her tail resting between his legs. She could sense his unease.

“Sorry,” he said “Its, uhhh, been awhile.” He ran his hands down Krill’s back, feeling the tough and bumpy scales there, letting his fingernails drag across the surface. It felt good and Krill saw no reason to stop him.

“Its fine, as long as you had a good time. That’s the important part.” His fingernails raked satisfaction down her back and she churled deep in her throat.

“I did but what about you?” John had softened and slipped out of Krill already but still the kobold lay on him like a lazy lizard enjoying a warm rock that came with complimentary back scratches.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll live. Believe it or not most of what goes on in here isn’t really about whether we enjoy it or not.” John grew quiet and his fingers stopped working their magic down her spine. “Hey now, that doesn’t mean you get to stop trying.” She squirmed against him until his hands resumed. Just a few more minutes like this was all Krill wanted at this point, this was nice.

John’s hands moved with greater purpose, drifting up and down the kobold’s back but lingering longer and longer towards the base of her tail. “Ya know, there’s just one thing about that.” He drawled. He slipped on hand down the side of her tail and brought it back up until he was firmly cupping a surprisingly soft kobold rear. “A man is supposed to treat a woman right at all times.” One hand scratched, one hand squeezed.

Krill pressed her face into his taut muscular chest and fought back a tiny moan. “That’s awfully old fashioned you know. I’m tough, I can take care of myself.” The hand on her ass was kneading and squeezing softly but she could feel the unyielding strength in those hands and she wanted it. “I have for years after all. Why should I let you take care of me?”

Her voice taunted him, he could tell she was looking for him to give a reason. “Because I could be good at it?” He suggested. He could feel her involuntarily squirming against him, the strong musk of sex permeated the room but it was being tinged with a light sweetness under the caress of his hands.

Krill fought to hold moans in but they kept slipping out against her better efforts. “Lots of people are good at it” she said. “Can you give me what it is what I want when you ‘take care of me’? Why should I let you?” She could feel John’s member stiffening up underneath her, pressing between her legs, eager to return to where it had so comfortably been before.

John tried to think of a good reason. He thought about what they had talked about earlier and tried to come up with the answer she was so clearly looking for. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the swing with the leather straps and the closet with hidden treasures behind it’s closed doors. He knew. “Because,” he whispered down to her as he moved both his hands down to her plump lizard ass, “you can’t stop me.”

He grabbed her and bodily moved her off him, she yapped a high-pitched note with surprise and excitement. He tossed her onto the bed beside him, laying her down on her back and holding her there with one calloused hand while the other caressed the back of her horned head as he moved his mouth to hers. He kissed with reckless abandon, lost in the moment. No longer embarrassed or unsure of himself and what he wanted. Right now, in this moment he just wanted to taste the pleasures that this kobold had to offer and to return those pleasure in kind. His mouth parted before her tongue and she hungrily explored him with it.

Eager and excited, she yearned for this and didn’t fight the inescapable pressure that was holding her on the bed. She couldn’t have gotten up had she wanted to, a willing prisoner to his whims. He rubbed her flat chest roughly, pressing on the more delicate scales of her underside and she gasped. The heat between her legs which had only dulled slightly from earlier flared fully back into life. Her entrance still leaked what he had left there earlier, staining her thighs and ass, but she craved more.

John hadn’t been lying earlier. He wanted Krill to feel as good as she made him feel earlier, yet he was already hard and eager. He wanted to take and pierce her again right now, to drive her into the bed beneath him, but he didn’t. He wasn’t the most experienced man but he knew a little bit from a few embarrassing encounters. He couldn’t be sure that kobolds even worked the same way as the farmgirls her knew but it seemed prudent to try anyway.  He broke the kiss with one set of Krill’s lips and went to seal them on the other.

Krill continued to yap involuntarily with excitement when she realized John’s intent. She already enjoyed this evening but it was proving to be a rare treat indeed. Strong hands held her around the midriff, her arms pinned gently but persistently and she gladly let her legs splay open to provide the best access. The tip of her tail flicked and swished excitedly.

Despite the lightly used aspects of the draconic slit before him John didn’t hesitate. Modesty and squeamish tendencies were best left at the bedroom door and he went to task with relish. Long luscious licks from end to end, exploring his new playground. Her scales felt smooth as the softest skin against his face and her inner flesh was tender and yielding. He tasted her juices and his own in equal measure and enjoyed hers far more. She tasted like she smelled, lightly sweet and warm.

He was mildly surprised to notice that he hadn’t failed to see an asshole on her lithe form previously, but that she, like dragons and other lizards, had only the one cleft in her scales and two diverging paths from there. He treated them both to lavish attention and enjoyed the sounds and squirms produced in his partner by each. As well, hidden at the very top of her entrance was a familiar bundle of pleasure. Largely the same as the ones he was familiar with and, judging by Krill’s reaction, it worked in much the same way. Upon finding it he focused his attention there caressing it with his lips and tongue. Rolling and teasing it gently, focusing on the actions that produced the deepest moans and calls for more.

Small pulses rocked the tiny form beneath his hands and a sweet slickness covered his lips and chin for his reward. He slipped one hand down to help, removing it from where he had been holding her arm tight at her side earlier. He kept her pressed to the bed with one muscular arm while the other delved her depths roughly. He had seen she could take it and her slickness eased his entry enough so he could plunge his fingers into her and make her small frame quake and yell. She loved his fingers and every note she shrieked in the room told him, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

He stood up off her and picked her up off the bed and held her in his arms. She was lighter than a bale of hay by far and it was no trouble to maneuver her around. He held her back to his chest with his arms wrapped around her front and one hand continuing to dive into her, restraining and exciting her in new ways. Her calls practically shook the walls as John took great control over his partner. Wordless squeals eventually turned into one oft repeated phrase. ‘Fuck me, fuck me. Oh my god, please fuck me.’

A call for help John was more than happy to fulfill, he turned to the swing beside the bed. Krill’s eyes lit up. He didn’t know exactly how to fit the kobold into it and Krill tried to help without making it look like she was anything other than an easily controlled fuckable package. He continued to kiss, tease, and finger the small kobold as each strap was lashed on, eager to keep her engine running hot. When it was done she was held comfortably suspended above the floor, her arms bound at her sides and her legs splayed behind her, her tail lifted neatly out of the way by a single thick strap.

She looked back over her shoulder, her green eyes glowing with desperation and need. Unable to give herself what she wanted, well and truly at John’s mercy. He didn’t keep her waiting. He wanted her as much as she needed him. He stood behind her, one leg in each hand with his member pressed firmly between Krill’s tender cheeks. A drop of arousal leaked from the kobold and splashed to the wooden floor below, she pleaded with her eyes.

John lined himself up carefully, pressing the tip of himself to the tight hole hidden in the lizards slit. Krill wasn’t on top this time to control the speed at which their union took place. She couldn’t slow him down. With his muscular hands on the bound kobold’s hips he pressed himself into her fully in one smooth motion. He groaned with relief in unison with Krill’s own moans. He had hardly released just how excited he’d made himself in his efforts to satisfy her.

He pulled back in a long slow stroke and pressed into her again in a measured pace. She was so slick, she was tight as anything he’d ever felt but she still offered little resistance. Just a burning hot hole to be used as he needed. He picked up a lustful speed. Slick wet sounds filled the room punctuated by guttural grunts and shivering moans. Again John found himself watching as he penetrated the kobold, watching her lips clench and slide around his shaft with every hot thrust. The way they slightly pulled at him whenever he pulled back and then greedily accepted him again as he pressed himself back up to the hilt.

Drops of kobold juice splashed to the floor as Krill’s mind reeled at the sensation. She hadn’t enjoyed anything like this in months if not years. Something about John excited her in all the right ways and those strong hands, wrapped around her hips as he used what she had, were driving her crazy. A slow tidal wave, building over the course of the night was beginning to crest inside her. A forceful unstoppable thing, rising by every inch that John shoved into her.

John’s own control was vastly waning, he pounded the kobold with such vicious speed and focus that he was quickly eating away at his own resolve. He started to change his rhythm to try and pull himself back from the edge but when a high pitched kobold voice yelled ‘don’t stop’ he obliged. He groped at her with his hands and used her for his own needs. When the feeling of pressure grew in his balls he didn’t fight it, he felt them tighten and clench and with one final thrust he impaled his partner upon his naked sword and released an entire night’s worth of love and lust.

Just as Krill felt the first pulse of orgasm tingling through her body she felt a farmboy’s hips ram hard into her thighs and a white-hot sticky sensation deep inside her. He came for her just as she did for him and she loved him for it. Their hot gushing essences swirled and mingled inside her and dripped out onto the floor, her tight hole squeezing around him and milking him for more only to drip so much of it out. She shivered and tensed up as another wave crested within her and John gave a few more gentle thrusts, urging one last piercing pleasure out of himself.

Krill laughed nervously as they stayed together for a few fleeing moments. Neither one wanting to break the sweet contact. Eventually John pressed his hands to Krill’s sweet ass and pulled himself free with a wet plop and a fresh dollop of cum leaked to the floor. He started to unhook her from her harness but she stopped him and asked for just a few more minutes, she wanted to savor the moment, so he sat on the edge of the bed and scratched her head and back again and asked if she was okay. She was more than okay, uncomfortably more than okay but she couldn’t say as much.

Krill was hoping that John would have another round in him but minutes after she got out of the harness he was dressing and thanking her profusely. He excused himself out and down the hall while she was still sitting wistfully on the bed.

Later Krill paid Madame Pana the gold that would have been the house’s cut had she actually charged John. She might give up her own time for free but better not to let the Madame know. Madame Pana just nodded none the wiser and asked Krill if she thought John would come back again. Krill looked at a mostly empty common room, the last dregs of the clients late in the night, and hoped that he would.
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