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I really like both these characters and find them sweet in their own way so this was fun. I had originally planned a third chapter but I rolled some of the ideas from that into this story, which made it better, and now there probably isn't a need for a third part.\n\nIf you're just here for the filthy man on kobold stuff Ctrl+F for the word 'thrall' which is pretty close to where it gets steamy.\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A kobold escort develops feelings for one of her johns (hah, pun) and confronts him on the issue, leading to romance and hardcore fukkin.

This is a continuation of John's tale but you should be fine not reading it, I made sure to put plenty of context in so it's clear whats happening without reading the other story.

This might be my favorite bit of erotica that I've written, it's a bit longer than average and probably 60%+ of it occurs in the bedroom, which ends up being just a ton of happy full kobold. I really like both these characters and find them sweet in their own way so this was fun. I had originally planned a third chapter but I rolled some of the ideas from that into this story, which made it better, and now there probably isn't a need for a third part.

If you're just here for the filthy man on kobold stuff Ctrl+F for the word 'thrall' which is pretty close to where it gets steamy.

", "writing": "There are few rules for whoring, or 'escort services' as Krill preferred, and there wasn't much left open for interpretation. No kissing, use protection, money up front. The second and third rules are obvious enough in intent, the Silken Embrace took care of protection through magical means, no fuss, but it was the first rule that was tricky. See, when Krill broke the third rule, money up front, on the night she met John she was only losing a bit of coin, just the same as if she took a night off work to relax. She regretted it, somewhat, but it was harmless. No, instead what she truly, deeply, wanted to take back was the kiss. \n\nLast night, as Krill was working the floor, serving drinks and shaking ass, John had come back. He had a wide farmboy smile on, that came to him easily, and he seemed relaxed and happy. He greeted Madame Pana with a warm handshake and a cliché compliment and the aging hostess blushed. He walked around the room, meeting some of the other girls, seeing who caught his interest. He went upstairs with a buxom satyr, a hand cupped across her shapely furred ass and that same smile on his lips. He probably spent all of 20 minutes in the common room. What he hadn't done, not for a moment, was spoken to Krill as she stood watching him hopefully. He left the sweet-tempered kobold standing in the middle of a crowded ale room, feeling abandoned and utterly alone.\n\nThe kissing rule wasn't to save one's decency, there wasn't much room for decency in the oldest profession in the realm. It was to help keep girls, kobolds included, from losing their impersonal objectiveness, from getting involved. Normally it wasn't very hard, an absolute cinch in fact. The men who came to visit Krill were often broken, put bluntly, like many of the men who seek relief from loneliness in exchange for coin. The unkind word was pervert, but most of them were simply a little too far from societal norms, they became undesirable, desperate, and eventually, a little odd. The best of them were often simply adventurous, or curious, but to them she was little more than a novelty conquest and there was little love lost then. This kind was especially common in the Silken Embrace, given its exotic nature. It was rare somebody took the pleasure of her company that was a genuinely sweet and simple man who was just looking for somebody to share an evening with. Krill had been caught off guard by John, in that sense, a straightforward young farmer who was curious about what sort of things went on in the big city. \n\nShe figured she must have been lost at the kiss, it certainly wasn't the farmboy's plain face. He wasn't about to win any beauty pageants with his thin straw-like hair, that lay in a permanent untidy tussle, or his broken hooknose. The freckles, the eyebrows that were ever so slightly too close together, it all added up to plain at best. Yet even now, as the kobold cried softly into a fresh linen pillow, she found his simple features smiling warmly in her mind, and she couldn't shake them out. She knew at that very moment he was in the arms of another, and even if it was a meaningless unity, she still found herself unhinged. Even the concept of jealousy was new to her, having never had these feelings before. She had climbed the stairs herself as soon as they passed out of sight, going straight to her room and throwing herself onto her bed like a petulant spoiled child, laying spread eagle on fine silken sheets.\n\nHer tears were equal parts frustration and sadness. She was irritated with John and his callous behavior, but also towards herself for her reaction. She was a kobold grown, not some sniveling child to become infatuated by a caring smile and a pair of kind eyes. Still, she had found herself thinking about him more and more since that night, convincing herself that her feelings were real and not ephemeral folly, convincing herself that he would come back. Not just come back to the Silken Embrace, but come back to her, for her. She had spent time thinking of him since their night together, despite the fact she knew so little about him, and had assumed he'd at least spent some time thinking about her as well. Then, tonight, he had proven her wrong. He had the nerve to come by and not even say one word! Not even a glance!\n\nAnger quickly swarmed red hot over her tepid sadness and the small dragonlike humanoid began to fume. She was pleasant and sweet hearted, but her race was vengeful and oft without mercy. She left home as she felt she didn't fit in with her cutthroat scheming brothers and sisters but now she felt those uncomfortable racial overtones seeping into her thoughts. Her frilled eyebrows furrowed in consternation, giving her a look far more adorable than the one she intended, but her mind buzzed with traps and plots. She had to repay John for hurting her feelings, but she still wanted him to feel the same way about her as she felt about him. Perhaps more importantly, she wanted to make sure that her own feelings weren't foolishness. How could she simultaneously learn more about him to satisfy herself, and make him want her in return? The answer, when she found it, was gleefully simple. \n\n***\n\n\"A date?\" John stammered confused as to why he was being accosted in the hall. A busty satyr dropped his arm and hurried down the hallway, chased by the most fearsome gaze a kobold could muster. A full seven out of ten on the vengeful scale. It was just past midnight.\n\n\"Yeah, a date. I want you to take me on a date. Do you have a problem with that?\" Krill crossed her arms and tried to seem tall. She wore a green dress that complimented her tan scales, it dipped low in the front to show off cleavage that her flat reptilian chest didn't have. John's clothes were askew, his shirt on backwards, Krill tried not to think about why. \n\nJohn looked left and right, unsure of what to make of the strange situation he found himself in. \"No? Not exactly, ma'am, but I thought this establishment dealt mostly in what came after the date.\"\n\nKrill snorted sharply, her nostrils flaring. \"You're awful forward, we haven't even gone on our first date yet. Don't talk to me about what comes after.\" Her tail twitched irritably, causing her sheer dress to swish back and forth.\n\nJohn turned red at the implication he was out of line. Politeness, humility, practically ran in his blood, and if he crossed a boundary he would do anything to make it up. He was beginning to wonder if it was the same kobold he had slept with a few weeks beforehand, maybe it was a different one and that's why she had been offended. But then, why was she asking him on a date? Then he wondered if he was racist if he couldn't tell kobolds apart. \"First?\" he murmured weakly.\n\n\"Madame Pana,\" Krill said flatly, looking John sternly in the eye while addressing the absentee owner, with her arms still crossed. \n\nThe motherly owner of the Silken Embrace appeared seemingly from nowhere, joining them in the empty halls of the second floor. \"What is it dear, is this man bothering you?\" John felt an apology bubbling out of his mouth uncalled for, practically leaping off his tongue at the mere suggestion he could be bothering anybody.\n\n\"Not yet, what were my days off next week?\" Her green eyes were steady and unwavering on John. \n\nThe white haired kindly lady in the fine pale purple dress answered without hesitation, she knew everybody's schedule by rote, \"Monday, Tuesday, Saturday. Why?\" Krill simply raised an eyebrow at John, as if the question she was asking were too obvious to bother stating. \n\nJohn still just wanted people to stop thinking he was rude, it was giving him an ulcer. \"Tuesday works for me,\" he acquiesced just to settle his accounts, and scuttled past the pair of women, not too quickly, with a polite nod and nervous smile. Out of sight he stopped and leaned against a wall. What was he getting into? Why did that even happen?\n\nMadame Pana looked down at her scaled worker, not unkindly. \"Did you just use me as muscle so you could get a date? I imagine you already knew what nights you had free, given that you set them yourself.\" \n\nKrill nodded, her mouth turned up in a wide playful smile. Her tail wagged happily. \n\n\"How fun.\" \n\n***\n\nUnsurprisingly the dinner date started awkwardly. John picked Krill up in the nicest clothes he owned, which was to say they didn't have any patches larger than your hand and had only been swam in once or twice. Krill dressed in a fine black evening gown, her only silk garment that was suitable for public, it clung tightly to her curved form and John found himself staring. Which was, of course, entirely the point. She smiled and offered her arm to him, and he, seeing no physical way to walk arm in arm with somebody half your size, grabbed it hesitantly in a callused hand. So, they walked in mismatched clothes, hand in elbow, to a small restaurant a few streets down run by three dwarven brothers. \n\nThe food was excellent, though the bread could probably be used to club a knight in full armor, they owners insisted this was intentional, the conversation however was even harder than the wheat loaf. John hardly said more than a word or two at a time and he kept nervously glancing about, as if this whole thing was some trap that could be sprung at any time. Still unsure why he was even here. Of course, it was a trap, daintily and carefully planned by an ambitious kobold, but he wasn't supposed to be acting like it. She figured he wouldn't mind it when the jaws sprang shut on him anyway. \n\n\"Relax, John, you're so tense. We're just having a nice dinner.\" A dwarven waiter delivered their dessert and bowed low before backing away, which was very low indeed for a dwarf. Krill shifted uncomfortably in her booster seat, she knew she needed it to sit even with the table but it still chafed. \"You act like I'm about to leap across the table at you.\"\n\n\"Begging your pardon ma'am, but I'm not entirely sure that you aren't. You seemed a fair bit inhospitable last night.\" He took one of the two spoons from the dish of cold frozen cream and pushed the whole dish closer to Krill so she could reach, thoughtfully. She ignored the treat and continued to bat her eyelashes, or lack thereof, at him.\n\n\"Why shouldn't I have been, after you ignored me like that? You hurt my feelings. Didn't even look at me before going upstairs with that hussy.\" She bared her teeth unintentionally, on instinct, as she spoke, looking for all parts a scorned and jilted predator. Or at least an adorable collectible miniature of one. She tried to settle her nerves down after the small outburst, her emotions were still running a bit hot.\n\nJohn thought about making a snide comment about pots and kettles but his well-mannered nature wouldn't allow it, probably for the best. She had treated him kindly when she first met him, it was the only reason he had come back, if she was acting oddly now John was sure it must be a simple misunderstanding. \"Should I of? I kinda thought that, once the deed was done, it would be in poor taste to keep botherin' ya. I mean, isn't that how your, uh, job, works?\"\n\nIt was Krill's turn to feel vaguely uncomfortable, as she had no real defense against that. He was right, that was the way it should be, it was her own feelings that were out of whack, not his. But then, since when did logic dictate emotions. She did, however, relax in her seat and stop glaring across the table. \"It is, but...\" She didn't want to admit it. \n\nThe straw-haired young man let the air grow tense as he ate more ice cream, seemingly disinterested. Only the way his eyes never left hers belied the fact. \n\nEventually the silence dragged on to uncomfortable levels and Krill just had to admit it, despite her awkward misgivings, with a shrug and exaggerated sigh she said, \"I like you, okay. I don't know why really, I'm not supposed to get attached to clients, and I hardly even know you, but I've been thinking about you a lot since you left and I kind of what to get to know you better and it really bothered me when I saw you go upstairs with Shandy and I don't know if you feel the same way about me but I want to see if maybe you can and...\" The words came out in a breathless rush until John physically grabbed her snout, gently, and stopped them. She smiled sheepishly. \n\nJohn however, was uncomfortably serious, \"That's sweet of you darlin' but, uh, well. I don't really feel the same way.\" Krill visibly deflated, struck numb as if slapped across the scales. \"Well, uh, not that I never could, but I don't know you from nobody.\" He backpedaled, and then added quietly, embarrassed, \"And you're a kobold and that's, uh, that's what we'd call non-traditional where I'm from.\" That was putting it nicely, but it was John, he always put it nicely. \n\nShe looked at him flatly, her voice hurt \"You live like, 20 miles away.\"\n\n\"Still, it's a different world away from the big city. People back home wouldn't be so accepting of no kobolds.\" He hadn't thought about her in the same way she thought about him, certainly not for the few weeks since he'd last seen her, he didn't really want to out and out say that, however. Though thinking about it now, after it she had brought it up... \"You know, people who aren't me anyway.\" He eventually addended. \n\nKrill perked up slightly, though she didn't let her hopes rekindle entirely in the event they were dashed for a second time this evening. She wiped at her wet cheeks with a scaly forearm. \"What does that mean, perchance?\" Her green reptilian eyes studied him across the table, the simple fool was still shoveling ice cream in his mouth by the spoonful, she hadn't had any and it was nearly gone. \n\n\"Well, I guess I mean that I don't know anything about you. We're basically strangers.\" He turned a deep shade of red and said the next part in a hushed whisper, \"About all I know of you is that you don't mind being tied up.\" As always, Krill found the way he got embarrassed about those subjects to be rather endearing, though she aimed to get him over that eventually.\n\nKrill batted her eyes at him and smiled coyly, resting her snout in her clawed hands, speaking loudly enough for nearby tables to hear clearly. \"Or tying people up, that's fun too.\" John's blush deepened and he took a drink of water before continuing.\n\n\"But that's all I really know. You said this was a date, why don't you tell me about yourself. You've been nice to me and I'm mighty appreciative, and you're beautiful if you don't mind me saying,\" again ducking his voice, not entirely comfortable with the idea of dating outside his race, but Krill could understand that and didn't hold it against him. \"but what about who you are? Your family?\"\n\nKrill shrugged, \"Normally I don't talk about myself on the job much, and the guys who ask about it are normally just trying to prove how they 'aren't like every other guy' though they really don't care either. But you do, don't you?\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am, never much saw the point in lyin'.\"\n\nKrill smiled wide at him, friendly and with too many teeth all the same, \"Well, I like that, sure I don't mind sharing. Hmm, how should I put it. My family, kobolds call them clans, aren't much different from any other group of kobolds, meaning they're sneaky and conniving and prone to be immensely cunning but only in so far as catching their next meal is concerned. They didn't care much when I refused to eat what they caught, as it felt weird that it could talk back.\" She shrugged, \"I know it's ugly, but it's the truth. Most kobolds are victims of their nature. I'm not, and I didn't fit in with them. I didn't much care either, so I left.\"\n\nJohn interrupted, \"Didn't that bother you? I can't imagine leaving my family forever.\"\n\nKrill signaled the dwarf waiter for a bottle of wine and two glasses. \"Not really, actually. Our clans don't really work like that, I've never had somebody care for me the way your family cares for you. We put all our eggs in a big pile, when they're laid, and take care of the hatchlings communally, so I don't even really know who my parents are. Leaving was exciting for me, then I found out not many people would hire kobolds, 'can't trust em' they told me. Luckily, as I'm sure you noticed, I was born pretty and Madame Pana loves 'exotic' types like me.\" She said the words with a twist of her hips and toss of her head as if she were throwing a full set of luscious locks over her shoulder, but only a fine collection of charms and baubles clattered, suspended from her small horns. \n\nJohn shook his head, scarcely able to imagine. He felt a twang of pity for his small date, even though she herself didn't seem particularly worried by her situation. \"Do you mind the work?\" He blushed and specified, \"I mean, if people were cruel to you before wouldn't they, ya kno'?\" He left the implications hang. \n\nThe kobold shook her head causing the charms to rattle again, \"Not in the Silken Embrace, maybe elsewhere, but I'm used to hearing people talk badly about kobolds anyway and, at least so far, it's only ever been talk. It just the way it is in the world.\" Her happy veneer never slipped, either she was simply so happy and good natured that the ugliness never tarnished her, or she hid it incredibly well. She continued, \"I actually really took to the job, kobolds don't look at sex the same way humans do either, no attachments, so the idea of getting paid for it was more of a wonderful boon than something I felt I had to do. It feels great after all, it's hardly even work.\" She took a long pull of her wine and focused her eyes on the scrawny human, \"Until you came along anyway. A lumbering farmboy wrench thrown into the works.\"\n\n\"That's mighty sad.\" John mumbled, staring into his own cup of wine and not drinking. \"About never having attachments.\"\n\n\"It's not sad,\" She insisted, \"It's never sad when it's the only thing you know. It's just the way it is.\" She paused to finish her glass and pour another. \"It only gets sad when you think you might've seen something else, another side of the world, and then it slips away or goes upstairs with a satyr tart.\" She joked and her smile told as much but there was still a small amount of genuine feelings in the words. Her tail hung limply, but her smile touched her eyes and they still gleamed a happy bright green.\n\nJohn was becoming more convinced, at least enough to give it a chance. \"Honest, I never realized. I feel I've made a fool of myself, is there any way I can make it up to you?\"\n\nOf course there was, \"Stay here and keep an open mind. Go ahead, ask me something else you want to know, and have some wine.\" He did. \n\n***\n\n\"This isn't very ladylike.\" John's voice slurred ever so slightly, he'd had his share of the bottle but Krill had finished it off. On the way back to the Silken Embrace, she had asked him to carry her and now was riding him piggyback, her hands curling through his hair. She kept smelling him and worse, licking at his neck. He was deeply uncomfortable, which was the intended outcome, she smiled at every blush. How many times could she do this before he stopped blushing, she wondered. \n\n\"I don't mind.\" Krill was on top of the world, or on top of John at least. Their date had ended on a much better note than it started, and she felt that much closer to the farmboy. She hoped he felt at least somewhat closer to her, as well. He certainly seemed to, with luck he would still feel that way when the trap sprang shut. \n\n\"But you aren't wearing any underwear.\" John spoke in hushed whisper. He held her calves, one in each hand, and her thick lizard tail whipped excitedly back and forth, causing her whole body to rub against him. Her black dress was hiked up around her hips and he could feel her vent, hot and decidedly wet, pushed against the back of his neck. Her hands stroked his cheeks and she pushed her slick entrance against him with more force. She shivered, he turned a deeper shade of red.\n\n\"That's because I don't own any, it gets in the way, besides we're on a date, right? And people who go on dates are dating, and people who are dating do all sorts of things to each other.\" She was more thoroughly sloshed than he was, absolutely giddy. \n\n\"Normally there are walls around them when they do though.\" If people around them looked at them, it was only due to the rather comical sight of a man giving a kobold a ride on his shoulders, the flush on her face could have just as easily been from the wine and if she moaned every now and then she did so quietly. \n\nShe kissed her own hand and then pressed it to John's mouth, she couldn't reach him but kiss-on-delivery seemed sensible to her. He mumbled around the appendage as it squashed into his face. She leaned down, \"Yeah, but we are dating though, right?\" If she really stretched she could almost look him in the eye, one green slitted eye staring out of a tan scaled face. \n\nHe didn't hesitate to answer, he'd decided as much earlier. \"I reckon we are.\" \n\nShe moaned a little in pleasure and hugged his head tightly, her arms wrapped around his forehead. \"That made me cum a little, when you said that. Is that weird?\" She made no attempts to whisper and now the stares seemed more obvious.\n\nHe nodded despite the onlookers, \"Yeah, it's a little weird. Don't worry though, I kinda liked it.\" She squealed and they rounded a corner, the brightly lit façade of the Silken Embrace coming into view. \"Alright, here we are, down you go.\" He started to try to lift her off his shoulders but she stuck her claws in, leaving marks and tutted her tongue at him. \n\n\"John! I'm shocked at you. You said yourself that we normally just do what comes after the dates here. Did you think I was going to let you leave until the morning when you walk bowlegged through the street?\" She drummed on the top of his head to a rhythm only she could hear, pat-pat pa-pat. \n\nJohn expected nothing of the sort, and had indeed hoped for this exact reaction. \"Of course not, but a gentleman doesn't assume. You're going to stay up there then?\"\n\n\"Yep! Onward to my room, steed.\" \n\nShe had to duck her head as they went into the common room through the wide double doors. Madame Pana spotted her instantly from across the room, the matriarch putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head in mock disapproval. Krill waved amicably. Shandy, the satyr, waved as well, mouthing the word 'sorry' silently, Krill waved back, all forgiven. It hadn't meant anything, Shandy hadn't done anything wrong and apparently John had just been ignorant as well. She did absentmindedly run her fingers through his hair and grip onto him tightly, as if keeping him from running off underneath her. \n\nA few intermittent claps went up from a handful of regulars who recognized Krill, likely they thought John had bought her for the night and were applauding his brazen attitude. She bowed formerly from her perch as best she could, and let them have their imaginations. Her vent rubbed pleasantly against John as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. He tried to get her to hop down before he went into her room, the door frame was lower than the grand double doors had been, but she refused and instead he bent over awkwardly as he carried her over the threshold. Only then did she lightly leap off him, landing in front of the door and throwing the lock. It snapped tight like the coiled spring of a well oiled trap.\n\n\"Okay, my turn.\" She said brightly. She took off her black silk dress carefully, and stored it in her closet so it wouldn't get wrinkled. She took the time even though she was eager to begin, it was a nice dress and she loved the way it clung to her. She stood there naked, her tan-brown scales clean and shimmering in the light of her small oil lamp. The room was simple with little in the way of furnishing. Her bed was larger than she'd need personally, big enough for a human male, and other than that there was precious little. A small table and chair for relaxing and a large standing wardrobe that John knew from experience contained a myriad of 'toys'. \n\nJohn took some time to admire her beautiful form, short and slender with a flat chest and smooth feminine hips. He could see her arousal between her legs, the exposed scale-less skin there blushing a delicate shade of red, lips plump and inviting. Her slit ran vertically along her body, like a human rather than her reptilian cousins, but it held both of her supple entrances. Her asshole and eager pussy contained in the same 'vent', she shook her hips under his gaze and laughed coyly. \n\nHe snapped from her seductive trance, suddenly remembered something. \"Hey, what do you mean by 'your turn'? Did I already get a turn?\"\n\nThe kobold was carefully undoing his belt, sliding the leather tongue out of its loop and pulling out the slack. \"Yep, don't you remember? You asked me all about who I was, where I came from, who my friends were. What I wanted...\" She eyed the front of his worn jeans where they were pulled taut as the man inside them strained against the fabric. What she wanted was already quite excited. \"You had ice cream and I had wine and it was all your turn.\" She tugged the hem of the pants, undoing the button and sliding them down around his ankles in one smooth motion, meanwhile John was unbuttoning his shirt. His cloth underpants were a simple white and the outline of his cock was clear. She hummed to herself and kept pulling off clothes. \n\n\"So, you want to ask me questions? Can't say I mind that much.\" His voice hitched as the kobold pulled her treat out of his underclothes and gave it a luxurious lick, her tan snout pressed into his crotch as her long tongue ran over him. Her breath was hot against his sensitive skin. She had a hand pressed against the cleft between her legs, fingers disappearing. The lick was eager but short lived.\n\nShe moaned in approval. \"You taste great, you know. I really love your cock.\" After just the brief taste she turned away and went over to her fun filled wardrobe, giving John instructions to finish the job of undressing himself. \"Yeah, it's my turn, but my way will be more fun than just asking questions at dinner. I still don't really know you, other than that you're nice, polite, and you were so adorably embarrassed that first night and most of this one. Though I see that reluctance has long gone.\" She lifted her tail high into the air as she leaned into the wooden closet, presenting her slick and puffy entrance as she dug through the mess to find what she was looking for. A natural tease and show off. \n\nWhen she turned back around John was standing as naked as she was, and she held a single long length of thin fine rope in her hands. She gave John the same admiring stare that he had given her. His body had the toned taught shape that only hard manual labor could provide. He was thin, practically scrawny, but tight knots of muscle lay across his entire frame, giving him that impressive strength that Krill had so enjoyed last time. She motioned to the bed, gesturing with a length of rope. John gave her the side eye and lay down, obliging but still somewhat nervous. \n\nShe took one of his hands and moved it up to a thick oak bedpost and wrapped the length of rope in a complex knot around his wrist. \"Are you okay with this? We don't have to if you aren't, but it's something I enjoy and I want to share it with you.\"\n\nPut that way John couldn't bring himself to refuse. The knot made a lose fit around his wrist, tight enough that he couldn't slide out of it accidentally but neither painful nor restricting. \"I figure I am. I wouldn't deny a lady a good time over a little discomfort.\"\n\nShe touched his cheek tenderly with the back of a scaled hand and smiled at him. Her eyes gleamed with what could easily blossom into actual, meaningful, love and he felt it's mirror stir within him as well. \n\nShe wrapped the rope around the oak bedpost and pulled tight so that John's arm was outstretched and repeated the act on the other side. The knots weren't tight, they had some give to them and John could easily free himself if he wanted, as simply as letting his wrist go slack and slide out of the slightly too large knot. The game was about the illusion of control, not actually dominating his will, he found himself feeling electric sparks every time Krill dragged a claw across his sensitive skin. 'Helpless' as he was he found himself incredibly aroused and his manhood stood pointing at the ceiling, aching for attention. This wasn't a game he had played before but he found himself enjoying it long before it really started.\n\nBefore moving to bind his legs, Krill kissed her thrall, she knelt on the bed beside him and leaned over top to reach his lips. She pressed her snout to him, her lips searching hungrily, her mouth slightly open. His tongue played at the delicate scales on her lizard lips while her own longer tongue carefully explored him. The kiss was deep, and passionate, and lingered. John longed to wrap his bound hands around her scaly head and pull her into him, but he kept them where they were and kissed hungrily into her. When she took her own hands and placed them on his cheeks to deepen the kiss, he moaned and her lips curled into a wide smile as his back arched beneath her and she felt his need. \n\nEventually, near regretfully, she pulled back and John pressed his neck forward as if an ephemeral tether still held them together, but she kept just out of reach. \"Just remember, if you ever want to stop just say so. I promise to go easy on you. This time.\" He nodded, unable to form words, his cock bobbing furiously and leaking precum from his tip. \n\nThe same knot that was used to tie his hands was used to bind his feet to either post at the foot of the bed. The heavy oak frame was strong and thick just for such a purpose, though Krill left more play in his legs so he could shift if he became uncomfortable. Finally, he lay spread eagled on the bed, dripping and ready for her use. She walked on the bed beside him, her clawed feet being careful not to rip the delicate silken sheets, her hips swayed in a compelling rhythm and she let her hands play across her body, and briefly across her puffy vent, moaning, teasing. She enjoyed John's lustful gaze. \n\nShe turned her back to him, and straddled his chest, one leg to either side of his slender, sinewy frame. Her entrance loomed over him, the tip of her tail dancing playfully back and forth. She settled down onto her knees, sitting on his chest, facing away. He could feel the slickness of her on his skin, and she coyly moved her tail from side to side to both hide and display her feminine goods in equal measure. He couldn't see where her hands and mouth were, as she sat facing away, but he could feel the cool pricks of her clawed fingers against his thighs, and warm moist breath bathed his cockhead. \n\n\"Now,\" she said in a deep sultry tone \"tell me about your family.\" Her snout was close enough to his stiff erection that she tickled it with her lips as she spoke, a fresh bead of precum was stuck to the tip of him.\n\n\"Excuse me?\" he said, unbelieving.\n\n\"You heard me, I want to know more about you farmboy John, and every time you tell me something, I'm going to go a little farther. Convince me I've made a good decision in dating you. A fair trade, your story, for my body.\"\n\nJohn's mind went blank. Everything he knew about himself in that moment extended only as far as the end of his aching dick and the incredibly painful gap between that and the kobold snout he yearned to feel wrapped around him. Only the most basic of facts came to him. \"I've got three brothers and two sisters!\" He squeaked in a strangled falsetto. Something warm, wet, and wonderfully flexible touched his tip. \n\nThis was Krill's trap as she planned it. Baited with pleasure, and easy to escape, true, but then she wasn't her wicked brothers and sisters of her abandoned clan. She got what she wanted from this trap, in more ways than one, and she expected John felt much the same. She wrapped the end of his rod in her tongue, swirling the prehensile forked length around his tip. The musty bitter taste excited her and a heavy glob of her own fluids leaked out onto John's chest. She breathed deep of his scent. \n\nShe wrapped him up, but then waited and made no movement. John continued to talk, as he did his eyes watched her lizard vent drip clear thick nectar, his mouth felt so dry. \"I'm the oldest, so my father told me that I could take over his farm when he got older.\" He rasped through parched lips. He felt the slippery length of Krill's tongue run up and down his shaft slowly, he grunted and surged his hips forward towards the warm embrace of her mouth. She laughed brightly but pulled her head back and tapped him lightly on the cheek with her tail in admonishment. \n\nKrill put her hand around the base of him and squeezed it tightly as she worked the sensitive end with her tongue. Her free hand ran along muscular thigh and massaged it roughly, squeezing and pressing along his taut skin. She admired his full sack, sensitive balls nestled within. Her tongue slowly worked its way up and down, like a wet hand grasping around his tip.\n\nThe kobold was a master of teasing, no matter how he moved or fought she refused to let him have more than she was willing to give. His arms and legs strained against his bindings in mock distress, though he did long for more and greater satisfaction, the lack of control was simply part of the fun. There was just one way forward. \"I don't want to run my father's farm! I love farming, and rearing animals, but I wanted a farm that was truly mine so I moved to my own place, far enough away to be independent. Da is still a little mad about it.\"\n\nJohn finally got mercy, at least a portion, as Krill opened her snout wide and deliberately took his length inside her. The moist lips wrapping around him and suckling his length as her tongue still wrapped and stroked him, the combined effect was absolute bliss. Her hand still gripped his base in a tight fist, giving him a wonderful sense of pressure while she worked. As he pumped his hips forward she allowed him to match her rhythm, pressing himself gently further into her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue across his most sensitive skin. His balls ached and he felt a scaly hand cradle them with care, rolling them across her fingers.\n\n\"Oh god, Krill. You're so fucking good, I don't know how much more I can take.\" His kobold lover laughed and churled deep in her throat and he felt the sweet vibrations intensely. Her tail no longer swayed coyly, but was arched high over her back, giving him an excellent view of her firm toned ass and leaking needful cunt. \n\nWhen she stopped moving he pressed on once again, \"I've never seriously dated anybody because during the farming season I have to work almost the entire day and my neighbors are doing the same.\" His disappointment was palpable as the kobold stopped was she was doing and stood up, but she was merely changing positions and wasted little time going back to worshipping John's thick manhood. She now lay between his legs, his cock still hilted in her muzzle as she worked his length, but now he could see and watch, her eyes were closed in pleasure. He could feel the pressure rising deep inside him. \n\nKrill felt his balls tighten, they surged in her hand and she knew what came after that. She let him fall from her mouth and unraveled her tongue, but kept a hand on him, stroking slowly. Edging him back from the point of no return but not ceasing her attention entirely. She handled him with great care and the best intentions. When he went off it would be all the sweeter. \n\n\"If you've never dated anybody what are we going to do? Won't you have to work all the time?\" She said as she idly rubbed him with slow deliberate motions. His eyes were screwed up and his brow furrowed, over time the tension drained from his face and muscles. \n\n\"Well, it's October now, I don't work as much in the winter so we can date all the way to early spring without issue.\" She returned her tongue to him, once again working him full in her mouth, driving him toward the edge again. He moaned. \n\nShe stopped merely long enough to speak. \"And would you like that?\" She suckled him once more. Bobbing her head in a vigorous motion as her tongue grappled with him inside her hot mouth and her lips applied smooth pressure. \n\n\"Fuck yes.\" He said in a pained gasp, his hips bucking forward at awkward intervals as his peak approached once more. She gripped him harder in her hand, one hand working the base of his shaft while the other played at his sensitive sack. Her lips and tongue worked in tandem and John began breathing heavy ragged breaths. His balls clenched in her hand and she took him from her mouth again. \n\n\"I'd like that, too. But be honest, is that only because I'm sucking on your big thick cock right now?\" She idly rubbed him once more in a deliberate pace and John's face was a mix of emotions, all raging through him. \n\n\"No, truthfully. You're funny and weird, in a good way. You're exotically beautiful too, even though you aren't human. I want to get to know you even better and I look forward to doing that but I swear if you don't keep sucking me I'll....\" He was going to threaten to leave but he amazingly realized he couldn't even say it as an empty threat. \"Tease you even worse.\" He finished lamely. Krill laughed brightly. \n\n\"Well, I'm glad to hear you feel that way, and do not worry I'm not going to leave you unsatisfied.\" Her hand picked up the pace, roaming up and down his cock easily as it lay heavily slick with precum and kobold saliva. She dropped the tip of her snout to his balls and smelled deeply of his musk, sticking her tongue out and taking his sack gently into her mouth. She rolled and massaged them, careful of her teeth, while briskly jacking him off. \n\n\"That's different...\" he said in between groans of pleasure and heavy breathing. He could feel himself building again and this time it didn't seem likely he could come back down. His balls already felt full and aching, precum ran down his tip in a steady stream. He felt a new sensation between his ass cheeks. \n\nKrill smiled up at him, her face half hidden to him by his own cock and her rapidly moving fist, but a pair of green eyes gleamed brightly at him, glowing with mischief. A forked tongue pushed at his ass, giving him an entirely new sensation he hadn't felt before. He remembered her saying that he should tell her if he felt uncomfortable, but the only thing he felt in the moment was a slick wetness and an unmistakable intense pleasure. While most of his body tensed and spasmed with his ever-growing pressure in his balls, he relaxed where he could. \n\nKrill trilled deep in her kobold throat and accepted the invitation. She was a kinky lizard, and damn proud of it, and liked her men to be just as kinky as her. John playing along with her games was turning her on and making her more comfortable with her feelings for him at the same time. She pressed forward and her tongue slid home, deep into the tight puckered hole. Her hand worked him furiously while her tongue sought to pressure his sensitive points that lay deep inside. \n\nJohn's back arched, and the ropes at his feet and hands strained against the oak bed posts. They creaked menacingly as he pulled on his bonds, and he felt an unstoppable rising tide in him. Krill touched a most sensitive spot, rubbing her dexterous tongue against him, and he went over the edge. \n\nKrill's tongue had snaked out of her mouth to reach its destination, but her mouth itself still cupped John's sensitive sack and suckled it with care. When she felt the clench this time she knew she couldn't bring him back down, and instead aimed to push him over that blissful edge with force. She slid her tongue free with a wet slurp and knelt between his legs working his head with her hand as his body was wracked with pleasure. \n\n\"Where do you want to cum?\" She asked, \"My face? My ass? I want you to cum on me, farmboy.\" she offered. She could feel in her hand that there would be a lot of it and the first spurt was already on its way. \n\nJohn's answer was more of a grunt than spoken word, but it was clear enough \"Your chest,\" he said through clenched teeth. \n\nKrill was more than happy to comply, and she leaned backward to receive his gift. She felt a heavy throbbing pulse in her hand as she worked his slick cock and a thick rope of cum shot up at her face, landing messily across her flat lizard chest. A second and third soon followed in short order, every bit as warm, thick, and large as the first. John groaned out a long monotone note as his body wracked and he came with enthusiasm into the kobold's hand, spraying his seed across her flat featureless breasts. \n\nShe laughed with genuine glee as the sheer volume told her how much he had enjoyed her tender treatment. \"I didn't think you liked my chest that much.\" She said through a happy smile, \"Most guys lose interest in that part of my anatomy when they realize lizards don't have tits. You're full of wonderful surprises.\"\n\nStill tied to the bed John rode his high back down to earth, breathing heavily. The last few spurts landing wetly on Krill's fingers and his own thighs. \"I love it, I don't know why. I had never thought about it until I met you, but I've longed to rub my hands across your slender body ever since.\" He watched with interest as Krill licked her hands clean, and then the seed that landed on him. She leaned over him intently, her eyes staring into his as her reptilian forked tongue sought out the milky treat, licking it in long purposeful strokes directly from his body. She left the splotchy white splashes on her chest though, and modeled for him coyly. Kneeling with her back arched and her chest out prominently. \n\n\"Hmm,\" she moaned, \"I'm glad to hear it. I want your hands all over me too, but that isn't the sort of thing we're doing today. You can tie me up and grope me another time. We're only just getting started here.\" \n\nJohn's cock twitched hopefully but was unable to stand and deliver again so soon. Happily, Krill had plenty of other things in mind to pass the time. She kissed John deeply, he could taste himself on her lips and tongue, and found he didn't mind. She even allowed him to lick across her chest, cleaning her and getting firsthand experience with his unconventional interest, but what she really wanted was something more satisfying for her aching vent. She could put his tongue to a better use.\n\n\"I'm not done asking you about yourself, farmboy, but I find myself in need of my own release. Badly in need after tasting you so strongly. And since you aren't ready to fill me just yet, I only know one other way to get what I want, and it wouldn't do to allow you to talk at the same time.\" Krill smiled and straddled John's head, her hands resting on the headboard, her hips hovering over his face. \"More's the pity.\" And she pressed herself to him.\n\nHer sense of relief was immediate and palpable, she had worked herself into a fury servicing John and she needed some attention herself. His tongue sought her tender folds with willful desire, she had only need place herself where he could reach what she wanted touched. She started by having him trace the outline of her slit, caressing and tasting her swollen lips. Her arousal was great enough that she gaped openly and there was no need to spread herself with her fingers to allow him access deeper inside. \n\nShe considered untying one of his hands so he could fill her in a way that a tongue alone couldn't, but just as she denied him momentarily to ultimately improve the experience, denying herself that satisfying fullness would make it all the better. She felt her knees grow weak as a particularly skillful caress was given to her sensitive nub of flesh at the tip of her cleft. She pressed her hips down to keep his attentions there and whispered encouragement to him between her load moans. \n\nHer tail thumped against his chest when her body shook with pleasure, spasms coursing through her muscles and mind, boiling her thoughts with sensation. Her heady earthy juices soaked his chin as he lay beneath her and his cock began to stand upright again, as worshipping at her sacred altar brought out more of his deepest desires. \n\nShe wasn't the only one enjoying the experience, even as she leaned heavily on the headboard, breathing heavily and grinding her lips against his, straddling his face. John savored her smell and taste and his chance to explore her more deeply. His lips were wrapped around the kobold's delicate clit, a small nub of flesh with a hood of skin covering it, much like the human's he was familiar with. Her arousal made it throb and stand free of its protective coat and he rubbed it roughly with his tongue as Krill directed his actions. She pressed herself tightly against him, rubbing her entrance and swollen lips on his chin as his lips lay locked on her most sensitive area. \n\nKrill half wanted to stay crouching over him until he brought her to full completion. She wrapped a clawed hand into his straw like hair, pulling needfully at him. She half wanted to, but she still longed to feel his thickness inside her, stretching and filling her, gushing warmth and stickiness deep into her, coating her with his pleasure and soothing her own inner fire. She wanted to stay and enjoy his skilled tongue until she lost herself and let herself leak all over his face, but she had to stop short. \n\nWhen she stood again her knees were shaking from a small pulsing orgasm and her farmboy's face was slick with her leavings, from nose to neck he glistened with her pleasure and his eyes were glazed over with a happy numb look. Her own thighs and tail base were slick as well, and she could feel that slickness glide between her as she walked. She kissed him again, hard, forceful. Holding his head in her small hands and pressing her lips tightly to his. They moaned in wordless unison, he tried to tell her something else about himself but she pressed a small finger to his lips and quieted him. \n\n\"Leave something for next time, I can't hold myself back any longer,\" She whispered, promising that there would be a next time, and many others, should he desire it of her. \n\nShe stood over his waist, a thin trail oozing from her entrance, so slick she dripped down one leg. \"Front, or back?\" She asked, standing first with her chest to him and then with her tail. \n\nJohn considered his options. On one hand her beautiful green eyes and caring smile, her flat chest, and the cleft between her legs. On the other, her shapely back with the dainty row of hardened ridges that ran from head to tail, her thick tail swaying excitedly, and a beautiful shapely ass, the very curvature of perfection that he could watch himself plunge into. It was a close thing, but he eventually decided \"Back.\"\n\nShe looked disappointed, and place a hand to her chin in thought. \"But then I can only look at your feet and not your wonderful face,\" she protested \"How about, instead, I get to face front, but you can use the back? I've heard it's quite good.\"\n\nJohn remembered back to his view of her sweet entrance. Her slicked wet pussy, warm and inviting, and behind it, at the very back of her repitilian vent, a tight and puckered hole. He was already larger than his partner and to use the smaller of her holes would be an obscenely tight fit. \"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to hurt you, darlin'.\"\n\nShe smiled warmly at him and waggled a finger. \"Sometimes I forget how innocent you are, remember who is the kinkier one of the two of us and ask yourself if I've likely done it before.\" He was still considering when she dropped into an easy crouch and impaled herself on him without warning. Classically, not in her tighter entrance. John looked her askance. \n\n\"Doing it before, and going in dry, are two entirely different things. And, I don't care to take the time to get the lube from the wardrobe so this will have to do.\" She ground against him, soaking his cock and making alluring wet noises between the two of them. She moaned and closed her eyes in deep satisfaction. Driving him repeatedly into herself. \n\n\"We can stay just like this, if you want.\" He said, noting how much she was enjoying herself, but she shook her head and pulled herself off shortly after. His cock gleamed in the light of the small oil lantern, shimmering with her excess juices. She slid a hand between her thighs and wet her entrance as well, in much the same fashion, spreading her needy slickness onto her fingers and applying it further down. \n\n\"I actually love anal.\" She said bluntly, \"I just have to be careful about how much I take, but it feels amazing for me.\" She sighed, satisfied with the slickness, sliding a finger deep inside her own ass with ease. \"Okay, stud, are you ready to see fireworks? I've heard nothing but good things about this. Keep your eyes open, I want to look into them when you cum.\"\n\nThe small draconic girl crouched down, holding her hips over John's rock hard aching cock. She used a scaled hand to guide him to her vent, and then pushed him back into place. He could feel his tip pressing against a tightness there, firm and unyielding at first, but as she let out a long quiet sigh he felt it loosen and slightly, painfully, blissfully slowly, begin to accept his length. \n\nThe first thing John noticed was the most obvious, the sheer tightness was incredible. Even with the deliberate relaxation and excessive lubrication it was a close fit. Krill stopped halfway down and rested, a look of concentration and pleasure on her face. Then she came down fully on him, sitting atop his hips with his cock buried in her tiny kobold ass, grinding back and forth slowly as she adjusted to the wicked fullness. The second thing John noticed was the heat. \n\nKobolds are born from the bloodline of dragons, and tonight that was wonderfully obvious. The heat of Krill's body engulfed him entirely and he felt lost in that voracious warmth. Full hilted, Krill let out a long moan of pleasure and a small orgasm rocked her tiny frame, coaxed out by an intense feeling of girthy cock stretching her out. Her legs quivered and she rested atop his lap as it passed, John's eyes stayed locked on the cleft between her legs where he could see only the base of himself before it disappeared between her hungry swollen lips. He could feel her already taut walls tighten and pulse as the kobold leaked more of her viscous juices.\n\n\"Krill,\" John said in a hushed whisper, nearly breathless, \"this feels amazing.\"\n\nShe smiled a predatory toothy smile and told him \"We haven't even started.\" Her eyes shut tight with effort as she lifted herself off the human's slick cock until it was barely still inside her. Then, breathing out and relaxing, she pushed him back in, hard. \"Remember, tell me when you're about to cum and you look me in the eyes. I want to see your face when you give me your seed, John.\"\n\nHer walls quivered around him, the size of him barely contained. She felt that wonderful full feeling ebb and flow as she began to work up a slow rhythm. He wasn't the largest thing she ever took, but he was the largest thing she'd let fuck her ass. The feeling was intense, it would be easier next time, and by god there would be a next time, she had already decided. Her breathing stuttered as she felt another small orgasm spread from her toes to the pit of her stomach. Every time she pushed him deep inside she felt him hit a tender spot, at the deepest point, that sent intense waves of pleasure through her, she loved every minute of it.\n\nJohn watched himself penetrate her. Like most men he found some primal satisfaction in watching a woman stretch around his cock, watching her breathe hard and enjoy his length. It offered an animalistic pleasure, and it was never as intense as it was when his eyes were locked on Krill's lips in that moment. Her warmth and tightness milked him, urged him to spill himself in her. He was sure he already would have if he hadn't made such a large showing earlier. He wondered idly if she had anything left but dust inside him. If she did, Krill seemed intent on getting that out too. \n\nThe kobold became more and more verbal as the session became more intense. She cried out in sharp gasps with each plunge of her hips, and pulled in air through many pointed teeth on the back of each long stroke. Her man was still tied up beneath her and she felt powerful, dominating the situation. She watched him as he stared at her nethers, his eyes locked on her body, his mouth forming awkwardly around grunts and moans. Men stare at bodies, women stare at faces, and watching the pleasure cascade over him made Krill feel all the more aroused. As she called her own satisfaction out he began to answer her until the rest of the Embrace's patrons could surely hear the pair back in the common room, together yelling in guttural tones. \n\n\"Krill, Krill,\" he said, struggling to form coherent words through his primal lust. \"It's coming. S-Soon...\" He held his eyes open for her even as his face contorted and twitched in pleasure. How could he deny her sweet requests, or her lustful commands?\n\nShe looked at him, gazed into his beautiful browns and felt connected to another person on a deep intimate level for the first time in her life. She hadn't known it before, she thought she had known it with him last time, but no. This was different, this was something altogether new. She watched as his lips pulled back in a snarl but he never averted his eyes. His muscles strained against the bonds and she swore one of the heavy oak bedposts cracked as he pulled, the muscles in his arms and chest taut and sweaty, standing prominent against his skin. \n\nShe felt it, the warmth, the wetness, his seed. She didn't slow down. Her hands gripped into his chest, pinching and clawing at the heavy muscles there as she felt her own perfect end surging through her consciousness. As the heat welled up in her tight asshole she plunged onward, jamming his spasming cock into her, hitting the spot deep inside her again and again and again. She was aided by the added slickness of him, even more lube to aid in her task and she pushed for all she was worth until in slow motion it blissfully took her. \n\nShe screamed, not breathlessly, not wordlessly, but loudly. Full volume. Her sweet kissable mouth held open as wide as it would go as an ocean of orgasmic lust crashed into her tiny body. Even still she kept her eyes locked on John's and him on hers. For the first and only time that night, John broke the rules. He slid his wrists from their binds as he could have at any point and grabbed her about the shoulders, pulling her down to his chest so he could embrace he tightly as they shared in this orgasm.\n\nShe didn't even mind, she bent forward awkwardly, with him still inside her. Unwilling to let him slip free until she had completely stilled. He held her against his chest in powerful arms and she looked up at him with satisfaction. \n\nThe wave crested and dissipated slowly for Krill, like the truly satisfying ones do. It had been years since somebody other than herself had given her one, even if technically she had been doing all the work. She was happy beyond words to have shared it with John. Even as she felt him go soft and slip from her she could look in his eyes and see many of the same feelings as her own reflected in them. \n\n***\n\nThe next morning, they talked about their relationship, for they had earlier decided that's exactly what it was. The elephant in the room, the thing neither of them really wanted to mention for it had no acceptable solution as far as Krill saw it, was whether it was okay for Krill to keep working at the Silken Embrace now. She knew she could compartmentalize, she always had before John so that wasn't different, but humans didn't work like that, and she didn't want to hurt him. Yet what could she do? She had to live somewhere, had to eat, and she had struggled at that before she met Madame Pana. \n\nSo how could she continue and risk John's feelings, but should she stop she might not be able to take care of herself. John was asking himself much the same but in reverse, could he live with himself if he asked her to stop? Knowing that she would then struggle, but alternatively could he live with his first serious romantic interest sleeping with other men on a nightly basis? \n\nThey sat in silence for a while, fearful, lying in bed where they had fallen asleep the night before. The room still stank of their frantic passionate sex. It had not ended until the wee hours of the morning.\n\nKrill was about to volunteer quitting. She had decided she would rather struggle to find a way to live, than struggle to find a way to live without John. Instead, before she could form the sentence, John found a different solution.\n\n\"How'd you feel about living on a farm?\"\n\n\"I think I could make it work.\"\n\nThey both smiled.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "There are few rules for whoring, or 'escort services' as Krill preferred, and there wasn't much left open for interpretation. No kissing, use protection, money up front. The second and third rules are obvious enough in intent, the Silken Embrace took care of protection through magical means, no fuss, but it was the first rule that was tricky. See, when Krill broke the third rule, money up front, on the night she met John she was only losing a bit of coin, just the same as if she took a night off work to relax. She regretted it, somewhat, but it was harmless. No, instead what she truly, deeply, wanted to take back was the kiss.

Last night, as Krill was working the floor, serving drinks and shaking ass, John had come back. He had a wide farmboy smile on, that came to him easily, and he seemed relaxed and happy. He greeted Madame Pana with a warm handshake and a cliché compliment and the aging hostess blushed. He walked around the room, meeting some of the other girls, seeing who caught his interest. He went upstairs with a buxom satyr, a hand cupped across her shapely furred ass and that same smile on his lips. He probably spent all of 20 minutes in the common room. What he hadn't done, not for a moment, was spoken to Krill as she stood watching him hopefully. He left the sweet-tempered kobold standing in the middle of a crowded ale room, feeling abandoned and utterly alone.

The kissing rule wasn't to save one's decency, there wasn't much room for decency in the oldest profession in the realm. It was to help keep girls, kobolds included, from losing their impersonal objectiveness, from getting involved. Normally it wasn't very hard, an absolute cinch in fact. The men who came to visit Krill were often broken, put bluntly, like many of the men who seek relief from loneliness in exchange for coin. The unkind word was pervert, but most of them were simply a little too far from societal norms, they became undesirable, desperate, and eventually, a little odd. The best of them were often simply adventurous, or curious, but to them she was little more than a novelty conquest and there was little love lost then. This kind was especially common in the Silken Embrace, given its exotic nature. It was rare somebody took the pleasure of her company that was a genuinely sweet and simple man who was just looking for somebody to share an evening with. Krill had been caught off guard by John, in that sense, a straightforward young farmer who was curious about what sort of things went on in the big city.

She figured she must have been lost at the kiss, it certainly wasn't the farmboy's plain face. He wasn't about to win any beauty pageants with his thin straw-like hair, that lay in a permanent untidy tussle, or his broken hooknose. The freckles, the eyebrows that were ever so slightly too close together, it all added up to plain at best. Yet even now, as the kobold cried softly into a fresh linen pillow, she found his simple features smiling warmly in her mind, and she couldn't shake them out. She knew at that very moment he was in the arms of another, and even if it was a meaningless unity, she still found herself unhinged. Even the concept of jealousy was new to her, having never had these feelings before. She had climbed the stairs herself as soon as they passed out of sight, going straight to her room and throwing herself onto her bed like a petulant spoiled child, laying spread eagle on fine silken sheets.

Her tears were equal parts frustration and sadness. She was irritated with John and his callous behavior, but also towards herself for her reaction. She was a kobold grown, not some sniveling child to become infatuated by a caring smile and a pair of kind eyes. Still, she had found herself thinking about him more and more since that night, convincing herself that her feelings were real and not ephemeral folly, convincing herself that he would come back. Not just come back to the Silken Embrace, but come back to her, for her. She had spent time thinking of him since their night together, despite the fact she knew so little about him, and had assumed he'd at least spent some time thinking about her as well. Then, tonight, he had proven her wrong. He had the nerve to come by and not even say one word! Not even a glance!

Anger quickly swarmed red hot over her tepid sadness and the small dragonlike humanoid began to fume. She was pleasant and sweet hearted, but her race was vengeful and oft without mercy. She left home as she felt she didn't fit in with her cutthroat scheming brothers and sisters but now she felt those uncomfortable racial overtones seeping into her thoughts. Her frilled eyebrows furrowed in consternation, giving her a look far more adorable than the one she intended, but her mind buzzed with traps and plots. She had to repay John for hurting her feelings, but she still wanted him to feel the same way about her as she felt about him. Perhaps more importantly, she wanted to make sure that her own feelings weren't foolishness. How could she simultaneously learn more about him to satisfy herself, and make him want her in return? The answer, when she found it, was gleefully simple.

***

"A date?" John stammered confused as to why he was being accosted in the hall. A busty satyr dropped his arm and hurried down the hallway, chased by the most fearsome gaze a kobold could muster. A full seven out of ten on the vengeful scale. It was just past midnight.

"Yeah, a date. I want you to take me on a date. Do you have a problem with that?" Krill crossed her arms and tried to seem tall. She wore a green dress that complimented her tan scales, it dipped low in the front to show off cleavage that her flat reptilian chest didn't have. John's clothes were askew, his shirt on backwards, Krill tried not to think about why.

John looked left and right, unsure of what to make of the strange situation he found himself in. "No? Not exactly, ma'am, but I thought this establishment dealt mostly in what came after the date."

Krill snorted sharply, her nostrils flaring. "You're awful forward, we haven't even gone on our first date yet. Don't talk to me about what comes after." Her tail twitched irritably, causing her sheer dress to swish back and forth.

John turned red at the implication he was out of line. Politeness, humility, practically ran in his blood, and if he crossed a boundary he would do anything to make it up. He was beginning to wonder if it was the same kobold he had slept with a few weeks beforehand, maybe it was a different one and that's why she had been offended. But then, why was she asking him on a date? Then he wondered if he was racist if he couldn't tell kobolds apart. "First?" he murmured weakly.

"Madame Pana," Krill said flatly, looking John sternly in the eye while addressing the absentee owner, with her arms still crossed.

The motherly owner of the Silken Embrace appeared seemingly from nowhere, joining them in the empty halls of the second floor. "What is it dear, is this man bothering you?" John felt an apology bubbling out of his mouth uncalled for, practically leaping off his tongue at the mere suggestion he could be bothering anybody.

"Not yet, what were my days off next week?" Her green eyes were steady and unwavering on John.

The white haired kindly lady in the fine pale purple dress answered without hesitation, she knew everybody's schedule by rote, "Monday, Tuesday, Saturday. Why?" Krill simply raised an eyebrow at John, as if the question she was asking were too obvious to bother stating.

John still just wanted people to stop thinking he was rude, it was giving him an ulcer. "Tuesday works for me," he acquiesced just to settle his accounts, and scuttled past the pair of women, not too quickly, with a polite nod and nervous smile. Out of sight he stopped and leaned against a wall. What was he getting into? Why did that even happen?

Madame Pana looked down at her scaled worker, not unkindly. "Did you just use me as muscle so you could get a date? I imagine you already knew what nights you had free, given that you set them yourself."

Krill nodded, her mouth turned up in a wide playful smile. Her tail wagged happily.

"How fun."

***

Unsurprisingly the dinner date started awkwardly. John picked Krill up in the nicest clothes he owned, which was to say they didn't have any patches larger than your hand and had only been swam in once or twice. Krill dressed in a fine black evening gown, her only silk garment that was suitable for public, it clung tightly to her curved form and John found himself staring. Which was, of course, entirely the point. She smiled and offered her arm to him, and he, seeing no physical way to walk arm in arm with somebody half your size, grabbed it hesitantly in a callused hand. So, they walked in mismatched clothes, hand in elbow, to a small restaurant a few streets down run by three dwarven brothers.

The food was excellent, though the bread could probably be used to club a knight in full armor, they owners insisted this was intentional, the conversation however was even harder than the wheat loaf. John hardly said more than a word or two at a time and he kept nervously glancing about, as if this whole thing was some trap that could be sprung at any time. Still unsure why he was even here. Of course, it was a trap, daintily and carefully planned by an ambitious kobold, but he wasn't supposed to be acting like it. She figured he wouldn't mind it when the jaws sprang shut on him anyway.  

"Relax, John, you're so tense. We're just having a nice dinner." A dwarven waiter delivered their dessert and bowed low before backing away, which was very low indeed for a dwarf. Krill shifted uncomfortably in her booster seat, she knew she needed it to sit even with the table but it still chafed. "You act like I'm about to leap across the table at you."

"Begging your pardon ma'am, but I'm not entirely sure that you aren't. You seemed a fair bit inhospitable last night." He took one of the two spoons from the dish of cold frozen cream and pushed the whole dish closer to Krill so she could reach, thoughtfully. She ignored the treat and continued to bat her eyelashes, or lack thereof, at him.

"Why shouldn't I have been, after you ignored me like that? You hurt my feelings. Didn't even look at me before going upstairs with that hussy." She bared her teeth unintentionally, on instinct, as she spoke, looking for all parts a scorned and jilted predator. Or at least an adorable collectible miniature of one. She tried to settle her nerves down after the small outburst, her emotions were still running a bit hot.

John thought about making a snide comment about pots and kettles but his well-mannered nature wouldn't allow it, probably for the best. She had treated him kindly when she first met him, it was the only reason he had come back, if she was acting oddly now John was sure it must be a simple misunderstanding. "Should I of? I kinda thought that, once the deed was done, it would be in poor taste to keep botherin' ya. I mean, isn't that how your, uh, job, works?"

It was Krill's turn to feel vaguely uncomfortable, as she had no real defense against that. He was right, that was the way it should be, it was her own feelings that were out of whack, not his. But then, since when did logic dictate emotions. She did, however, relax in her seat and stop glaring across the table. "It is, but..." She didn't want to admit it.

The straw-haired young man let the air grow tense as he ate more ice cream, seemingly disinterested. Only the way his eyes never left hers belied the fact.

Eventually the silence dragged on to uncomfortable levels and Krill just had to admit it, despite her awkward misgivings, with a shrug and exaggerated sigh she said, "I like you, okay. I don't know why really, I'm not supposed to get attached to clients, and I hardly even know you, but I've been thinking about you a lot since you left and I kind of what to get to know you better and it really bothered me when I saw you go upstairs with Shandy and I don't know if you feel the same way about me but I want to see if maybe you can and..." The words came out in a breathless rush until John physically grabbed her snout, gently, and stopped them. She smiled sheepishly.

John however, was uncomfortably serious, "That's sweet of you darlin' but, uh, well. I don't really feel the same way." Krill visibly deflated, struck numb as if slapped across the scales. "Well, uh, not that I never could, but I don't know you from nobody." He backpedaled, and then added quietly, embarrassed, "And you're a kobold and that's, uh, that's what we'd call non-traditional where I'm from." That was putting it nicely, but it was John, he always put it nicely.

She looked at him flatly, her voice hurt "You live like, 20 miles away."

"Still, it's a different world away from the big city. People back home wouldn't be so accepting of no kobolds." He hadn't thought about her in the same way she thought about him, certainly not for the few weeks since he'd last seen her, he didn't really want to out and out say that, however. Though thinking about it now, after it she had brought it up... "You know, people who aren't me anyway." He eventually addended.

Krill perked up slightly, though she didn't let her hopes rekindle entirely in the event they were dashed for a second time this evening. She wiped at her wet cheeks with a scaly forearm. "What does that mean, perchance?" Her green reptilian eyes studied him across the table, the simple fool was still shoveling ice cream in his mouth by the spoonful, she hadn't had any and it was nearly gone.

"Well, I guess I mean that I don't know anything about you. We're basically strangers." He turned a deep shade of red and said the next part in a hushed whisper, "About all I know of you is that you don't mind being tied up." As always, Krill found the way he got embarrassed about those subjects to be rather endearing, though she aimed to get him over that eventually.

Krill batted her eyes at him and smiled coyly, resting her snout in her clawed hands, speaking loudly enough for nearby tables to hear clearly. "Or tying people up, that's fun too." John's blush deepened and he took a drink of water before continuing.

"But that's all I really know. You said this was a date, why don't you tell me about yourself. You've been nice to me and I'm mighty appreciative, and you're beautiful if you don't mind me saying," again ducking his voice, not entirely comfortable with the idea of dating outside his race, but Krill could understand that and didn't hold it against him. "but what about who you are? Your family?"

Krill shrugged, "Normally I don't talk about myself on the job much, and the guys who ask about it are normally just trying to prove how they 'aren't like every other guy' though they really don't care either. But you do, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am, never much saw the point in lyin'."

Krill smiled wide at him, friendly and with too many teeth all the same, "Well, I like that, sure I don't mind sharing. Hmm, how should I put it. My family, kobolds call them clans, aren't much different from any other group of kobolds, meaning they're sneaky and conniving and prone to be immensely cunning but only in so far as catching their next meal is concerned. They didn't care much when I refused to eat what they caught, as it felt weird that it could talk back." She shrugged, "I know it's ugly, but it's the truth. Most kobolds are victims of their nature. I'm not, and I didn't fit in with them. I didn't much care either, so I left."

John interrupted, "Didn't that bother you? I can't imagine leaving my family forever."

Krill signaled the dwarf waiter for a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Not really, actually. Our clans don't really work like that, I've never had somebody care for me the way your family cares for you. We put all our eggs in a big pile, when they're laid, and take care of the hatchlings communally, so I don't even really know who my parents are. Leaving was exciting for me, then I found out not many people would hire kobolds, 'can't trust em' they told me. Luckily, as I'm sure you noticed, I was born pretty and Madame Pana loves 'exotic' types like me." She said the words with a twist of her hips and toss of her head as if she were throwing a full set of luscious locks over her shoulder, but only a fine collection of charms and baubles clattered, suspended from her small horns.

John shook his head, scarcely able to imagine. He felt a twang of pity for his small date, even though she herself didn't seem particularly worried by her situation. "Do you mind the work?" He blushed and specified, "I mean, if people were cruel to you before wouldn't they, ya kno'?" He left the implications hang.

The kobold shook her head causing the charms to rattle again, "Not in the Silken Embrace, maybe elsewhere, but I'm used to hearing people talk badly about kobolds anyway and, at least so far, it's only ever been talk. It just the way it is in the world." Her happy veneer never slipped, either she was simply so happy and good natured that the ugliness never tarnished her, or she hid it incredibly well. She continued, "I actually really took to the job, kobolds don't look at sex the same way humans do either, no attachments, so the idea of getting paid for it was more of a wonderful boon than something I felt I had to do. It feels great after all, it's hardly even work." She took a long pull of her wine and focused her eyes on the scrawny human, "Until you came along anyway. A lumbering farmboy wrench thrown into the works."

"That's mighty sad." John mumbled, staring into his own cup of wine and not drinking. "About never having attachments."

"It's not sad," She insisted, "It's never sad when it's the only thing you know. It's just the way it is." She paused to finish her glass and pour another. "It only gets sad when you think you might've seen something else, another side of the world, and then it slips away or goes upstairs with a satyr tart." She joked and her smile told as much but there was still a small amount of genuine feelings in the words. Her tail hung limply, but her smile touched her eyes and they still gleamed a happy bright green.

John was becoming more convinced, at least enough to give it a chance. "Honest, I never realized. I feel I've made a fool of myself, is there any way I can make it up to you?"

Of course there was, "Stay here and keep an open mind. Go ahead, ask me something else you want to know, and have some wine." He did.

***

"This isn't very ladylike." John's voice slurred ever so slightly, he'd had his share of the bottle but Krill had finished it off. On the way back to the Silken Embrace, she had asked him to carry her and now was riding him piggyback, her hands curling through his hair. She kept smelling him and worse, licking at his neck. He was deeply uncomfortable, which was the intended outcome, she smiled at every blush. How many times could she do this before he stopped blushing, she wondered.

"I don't mind." Krill was on top of the world, or on top of John at least. Their date had ended on a much better note than it started, and she felt that much closer to the farmboy. She hoped he felt at least somewhat closer to her, as well. He certainly seemed to, with luck he would still feel that way when the trap sprang shut.

"But you aren't wearing any underwear." John spoke in hushed whisper. He held her calves, one in each hand, and her thick lizard tail whipped excitedly back and forth, causing her whole body to rub against him. Her black dress was hiked up around her hips and he could feel her vent, hot and decidedly wet, pushed against the back of his neck. Her hands stroked his cheeks and she pushed her slick entrance against him with more force. She shivered, he turned a deeper shade of red.

"That's because I don't own any, it gets in the way, besides we're on a date, right? And people who go on dates are dating, and people who are dating do all sorts of things to each other." She was more thoroughly sloshed than he was, absolutely giddy.

"Normally there are walls around them when they do though." If people around them looked at them, it was only due to the rather comical sight of a man giving a kobold a ride on his shoulders, the flush on her face could have just as easily been from the wine and if she moaned every now and then she did so quietly.

She kissed her own hand and then pressed it to John's mouth, she couldn't reach him but kiss-on-delivery seemed sensible to her. He mumbled around the appendage as it squashed into his face. She leaned down, "Yeah, but we are dating though, right?" If she really stretched she could almost look him in the eye, one green slitted eye staring out of a tan scaled face.

He didn't hesitate to answer, he'd decided as much earlier. "I reckon we are."

She moaned a little in pleasure and hugged his head tightly, her arms wrapped around his forehead. "That made me cum a little, when you said that. Is that weird?" She made no attempts to whisper and now the stares seemed more obvious.

He nodded despite the onlookers, "Yeah, it's a little weird. Don't worry though, I kinda liked it." She squealed and they rounded a corner, the brightly lit façade of the Silken Embrace coming into view. "Alright, here we are, down you go." He started to try to lift her off his shoulders but she stuck her claws in, leaving marks and tutted her tongue at him.

"John! I'm shocked at you. You said yourself that we normally just do what comes after the dates here. Did you think I was going to let you leave until the morning when you walk bowlegged through the street?" She drummed on the top of his head to a rhythm only she could hear, pat-pat pa-pat.

John expected nothing of the sort, and had indeed hoped for this exact reaction. "Of course not, but a gentleman doesn't assume. You're going to stay up there then?"

"Yep! Onward to my room, steed."

She had to duck her head as they went into the common room through the wide double doors. Madame Pana spotted her instantly from across the room, the matriarch putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head in mock disapproval. Krill waved amicably. Shandy, the satyr, waved as well, mouthing the word 'sorry' silently, Krill waved back, all forgiven. It hadn't meant anything, Shandy hadn't done anything wrong and apparently John had just been ignorant as well. She did absentmindedly run her fingers through his hair and grip onto him tightly, as if keeping him from running off underneath her.

A few intermittent claps went up from a handful of regulars who recognized Krill, likely they thought John had bought her for the night and were applauding his brazen attitude. She bowed formerly from her perch as best she could, and let them have their imaginations. Her vent rubbed pleasantly against John as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. He tried to get her to hop down before he went into her room, the door frame was lower than the grand double doors had been, but she refused and instead he bent over awkwardly as he carried her over the threshold. Only then did she lightly leap off him, landing in front of the door and throwing the lock. It snapped tight like the coiled spring of a well oiled trap.

"Okay, my turn." She said brightly. She took off her black silk dress carefully, and stored it in her closet so it wouldn't get wrinkled. She took the time even though she was eager to begin, it was a nice dress and she loved the way it clung to her. She stood there naked, her tan-brown scales clean and shimmering in the light of her small oil lamp. The room was simple with little in the way of furnishing. Her bed was larger than she'd need personally, big enough for a human male, and other than that there was precious little. A small table and chair for relaxing and a large standing wardrobe that John knew from experience contained a myriad of 'toys'.

John took some time to admire her beautiful form, short and slender with a flat chest and smooth feminine hips. He could see her arousal between her legs, the exposed scale-less skin there blushing a delicate shade of red, lips plump and inviting. Her slit ran vertically along her body, like a human rather than her reptilian cousins, but it held both of her supple entrances. Her asshole and eager pussy contained in the same 'vent', she shook her hips under his gaze and laughed coyly.

He snapped from her seductive trance, suddenly remembered something. "Hey, what do you mean by 'your turn'? Did I already get a turn?"

The kobold was carefully undoing his belt, sliding the leather tongue out of its loop and pulling out the slack. "Yep, don't you remember? You asked me all about who I was, where I came from, who my friends were. What I wanted..." She eyed the front of his worn jeans where they were pulled taut as the man inside them strained against the fabric. What she wanted was already quite excited. "You had ice cream and I had wine and it was all your turn." She tugged the hem of the pants, undoing the button and sliding them down around his ankles in one smooth motion, meanwhile John was unbuttoning his shirt. His cloth underpants were a simple white and the outline of his cock was clear. She hummed to herself and kept pulling off clothes.

"So, you want to ask me questions? Can't say I mind that much." His voice hitched as the kobold pulled her treat out of his underclothes and gave it a luxurious lick, her tan snout pressed into his crotch as her long tongue ran over him. Her breath was hot against his sensitive skin. She had a hand pressed against the cleft between her legs, fingers disappearing. The lick was eager but short lived.

She moaned in approval. "You taste great, you know. I really love your cock." After just the brief taste she turned away and went over to her fun filled wardrobe, giving John instructions to finish the job of undressing himself. "Yeah, it's my turn, but my way will be more fun than just asking questions at dinner. I still don't really know you, other than that you're nice, polite, and you were so adorably embarrassed that first night and most of this one. Though I see that reluctance has long gone." She lifted her tail high into the air as she leaned into the wooden closet, presenting her slick and puffy entrance as she dug through the mess to find what she was looking for. A natural tease and show off.

When she turned back around John was standing as naked as she was, and she held a single long length of thin fine rope in her hands. She gave John the same admiring stare that he had given her. His body had the toned taught shape that only hard manual labor could provide. He was thin, practically scrawny, but tight knots of muscle lay across his entire frame, giving him that impressive strength that Krill had so enjoyed last time. She motioned to the bed, gesturing with a length of rope. John gave her the side eye and lay down, obliging but still somewhat nervous.

She took one of his hands and moved it up to a thick oak bedpost and wrapped the length of rope in a complex knot around his wrist. "Are you okay with this? We don't have to if you aren't, but it's something I enjoy and I want to share it with you."

Put that way John couldn't bring himself to refuse. The knot made a lose fit around his wrist, tight enough that he couldn't slide out of it accidentally but neither painful nor restricting. "I figure I am. I wouldn't deny a lady a good time over a little discomfort."

She touched his cheek tenderly with the back of a scaled hand and smiled at him. Her eyes gleamed with what could easily blossom into actual, meaningful, love and he felt it's mirror stir within him as well.

She wrapped the rope around the oak bedpost and pulled tight so that John's arm was outstretched and repeated the act on the other side. The knots weren't tight, they had some give to them and John could easily free himself if he wanted, as simply as letting his wrist go slack and slide out of the slightly too large knot. The game was about the illusion of control, not actually dominating his will, he found himself feeling electric sparks every time Krill dragged a claw across his sensitive skin. 'Helpless' as he was he found himself incredibly aroused and his manhood stood pointing at the ceiling, aching for attention. This wasn't a game he had played before but he found himself enjoying it long before it really started.

Before moving to bind his legs, Krill kissed her thrall, she knelt on the bed beside him and leaned over top to reach his lips. She pressed her snout to him, her lips searching hungrily, her mouth slightly open. His tongue played at the delicate scales on her lizard lips while her own longer tongue carefully explored him. The kiss was deep, and passionate, and lingered. John longed to wrap his bound hands around her scaly head and pull her into him, but he kept them where they were and kissed hungrily into her. When she took her own hands and placed them on his cheeks to deepen the kiss, he moaned and her lips curled into a wide smile as his back arched beneath her and she felt his need.

Eventually, near regretfully, she pulled back and John pressed his neck forward as if an ephemeral tether still held them together, but she kept just out of reach. "Just remember, if you ever want to stop just say so. I promise to go easy on you. This time." He nodded, unable to form words, his cock bobbing furiously and leaking precum from his tip.

The same knot that was used to tie his hands was used to bind his feet to either post at the foot of the bed. The heavy oak frame was strong and thick just for such a purpose, though Krill left more play in his legs so he could shift if he became uncomfortable. Finally, he lay spread eagled on the bed, dripping and ready for her use. She walked on the bed beside him, her clawed feet being careful not to rip the delicate silken sheets, her hips swayed in a compelling rhythm and she let her hands play across her body, and briefly across her puffy vent, moaning, teasing. She enjoyed John's lustful gaze.

She turned her back to him, and straddled his chest, one leg to either side of his slender, sinewy frame. Her entrance loomed over him, the tip of her tail dancing playfully back and forth. She settled down onto her knees, sitting on his chest, facing away. He could feel the slickness of her on his skin, and she coyly moved her tail from side to side to both hide and display her feminine goods in equal measure. He couldn't see where her hands and mouth were, as she sat facing away, but he could feel the cool pricks of her clawed fingers against his thighs, and warm moist breath bathed his cockhead.

"Now," she said in a deep sultry tone "tell me about your family." Her snout was close enough to his stiff erection that she tickled it with her lips as she spoke, a fresh bead of precum was stuck to the tip of him.

"Excuse me?" he said, unbelieving.

"You heard me, I want to know more about you farmboy John, and every time you tell me something, I'm going to go a little farther. Convince me I've made a good decision in dating you. A fair trade, your story, for my body."

John's mind went blank. Everything he knew about himself in that moment extended only as far as the end of his aching dick and the incredibly painful gap between that and the kobold snout he yearned to feel wrapped around him. Only the most basic of facts came to him. "I've got three brothers and two sisters!" He squeaked in a strangled falsetto. Something warm, wet, and wonderfully flexible touched his tip.

This was Krill's trap as she planned it. Baited with pleasure, and easy to escape, true, but then she wasn't her wicked brothers and sisters of her abandoned clan. She got what she wanted from this trap, in more ways than one, and she expected John felt much the same. She wrapped the end of his rod in her tongue, swirling the prehensile forked length around his tip. The musty bitter taste excited her and a heavy glob of her own fluids leaked out onto John's chest. She breathed deep of his scent.

She wrapped him up, but then waited and made no movement. John continued to talk, as he did his eyes watched her lizard vent drip clear thick nectar, his mouth felt so dry. "I'm the oldest, so my father told me that I could take over his farm when he got older." He rasped through parched lips. He felt the slippery length of Krill's tongue run up and down his shaft slowly, he grunted and surged his hips forward towards the warm embrace of her mouth. She laughed brightly but pulled her head back and tapped him lightly on the cheek with her tail in admonishment.

Krill put her hand around the base of him and squeezed it tightly as she worked the sensitive end with her tongue. Her free hand ran along muscular thigh and massaged it roughly, squeezing and pressing along his taut skin. She admired his full sack, sensitive balls nestled within. Her tongue slowly worked its way up and down, like a wet hand grasping around his tip.

The kobold was a master of teasing, no matter how he moved or fought she refused to let him have more than she was willing to give. His arms and legs strained against his bindings in mock distress, though he did long for more and greater satisfaction, the lack of control was simply part of the fun. There was just one way forward. "I don't want to run my father's farm! I love farming, and rearing animals, but I wanted a farm that was truly mine so I moved to my own place, far enough away to be independent. Da is still a little mad about it."

John finally got mercy, at least a portion, as Krill opened her snout wide and deliberately took his length inside her. The moist lips wrapping around him and suckling his length as her tongue still wrapped and stroked him, the combined effect was absolute bliss. Her hand still gripped his base in a tight fist, giving him a wonderful sense of pressure while she worked. As he pumped his hips forward she allowed him to match her rhythm, pressing himself gently further into her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue across his most sensitive skin. His balls ached and he felt a scaly hand cradle them with care, rolling them across her fingers.

"Oh god, Krill. You're so fucking good, I don't know how much more I can take." His kobold lover laughed and churled deep in her throat and he felt the sweet vibrations intensely. Her tail no longer swayed coyly, but was arched high over her back, giving him an excellent view of her firm toned ass and leaking needful cunt.

When she stopped moving he pressed on once again, "I've never seriously dated anybody because during the farming season I have to work almost the entire day and my neighbors are doing the same." His disappointment was palpable as the kobold stopped was she was doing and stood up, but she was merely changing positions and wasted little time going back to worshipping John's thick manhood. She now lay between his legs, his cock still hilted in her muzzle as she worked his length, but now he could see and watch, her eyes were closed in pleasure. He could feel the pressure rising deep inside him.

Krill felt his balls tighten, they surged in her hand and she knew what came after that. She let him fall from her mouth and unraveled her tongue, but kept a hand on him, stroking slowly. Edging him back from the point of no return but not ceasing her attention entirely. She handled him with great care and the best intentions. When he went off it would be all the sweeter.

"If you've never dated anybody what are we going to do? Won't you have to work all the time?" She said as she idly rubbed him with slow deliberate motions. His eyes were screwed up and his brow furrowed, over time the tension drained from his face and muscles.

"Well, it's October now, I don't work as much in the winter so we can date all the way to early spring without issue." She returned her tongue to him, once again working him full in her mouth, driving him toward the edge again. He moaned.

She stopped merely long enough to speak. "And would you like that?" She suckled him once more. Bobbing her head in a vigorous motion as her tongue grappled with him inside her hot mouth and her lips applied smooth pressure.

"Fuck yes." He said in a pained gasp, his hips bucking forward at awkward intervals as his peak approached once more. She gripped him harder in her hand, one hand working the base of his shaft while the other played at his sensitive sack. Her lips and tongue worked in tandem and John began breathing heavy ragged breaths. His balls clenched in her hand and she took him from her mouth again.

"I'd like that, too. But be honest, is that only because I'm sucking on your big thick cock right now?" She idly rubbed him once more in a deliberate pace and John's face was a mix of emotions, all raging through him.

"No, truthfully. You're funny and weird, in a good way. You're exotically beautiful too, even though you aren't human. I want to get to know you even better and I look forward to doing that but I swear if you don't keep sucking me I'll...." He was going to threaten to leave but he amazingly realized he couldn't even say it as an empty threat. "Tease you even worse." He finished lamely. Krill laughed brightly.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you feel that way, and do not worry I'm not going to leave you unsatisfied." Her hand picked up the pace, roaming up and down his cock easily as it lay heavily slick with precum and kobold saliva. She dropped the tip of her snout to his balls and smelled deeply of his musk, sticking her tongue out and taking his sack gently into her mouth. She rolled and massaged them, careful of her teeth, while briskly jacking him off.

"That's different..." he said in between groans of pleasure and heavy breathing.  He could feel himself building again and this time it didn't seem likely he could come back down. His balls already felt full and aching, precum ran down his tip in a steady stream. He felt a new sensation between his ass cheeks.

Krill smiled up at him, her face half hidden to him by his own cock and her rapidly moving fist, but a pair of green eyes gleamed brightly at him, glowing with mischief. A forked tongue pushed at his ass, giving him an entirely new sensation he hadn't felt before. He remembered her saying that he should tell her if he felt uncomfortable, but the only thing he felt in the moment was a slick wetness and an unmistakable intense pleasure. While most of his body tensed and spasmed with his ever-growing pressure in his balls, he relaxed where he could.

Krill trilled deep in her kobold throat and accepted the invitation. She was a kinky lizard, and damn proud of it, and liked her men to be just as kinky as her. John playing along with her games was turning her on and making her more comfortable with her feelings for him at the same time. She pressed forward and her tongue slid home, deep into the tight puckered hole. Her hand worked him furiously while her tongue sought to pressure his sensitive points that lay deep inside.

John's back arched, and the ropes at his feet and hands strained against the oak bed posts. They creaked menacingly as he pulled on his bonds, and he felt an unstoppable rising tide in him. Krill touched a most sensitive spot, rubbing her dexterous tongue against him, and he went over the edge.

Krill's tongue had snaked out of her mouth to reach its destination, but her mouth itself still cupped John's sensitive sack and suckled it with care. When she felt the clench this time she knew she couldn't bring him back down, and instead aimed to push him over that blissful edge with force. She slid her tongue free with a wet slurp and knelt between his legs working his head with her hand as his body was wracked with pleasure.

"Where do you want to cum?" She asked, "My face? My ass? I want you to cum on me, farmboy." she offered. She could feel in her hand that there would be a lot of it and the first spurt was already on its way.

John's answer was more of a grunt than spoken word, but it was clear enough "Your chest," he said through clenched teeth.

Krill was more than happy to comply, and she leaned backward to receive his gift. She felt a heavy throbbing pulse in her hand as she worked his slick cock and a thick rope of cum shot up at her face, landing messily across her flat lizard chest. A second and third soon followed in short order, every bit as warm, thick, and large as the first. John groaned out a long monotone note as his body wracked and he came with enthusiasm into the kobold's hand, spraying his seed across her flat featureless breasts.

She laughed with genuine glee as the sheer volume told her how much he had enjoyed her tender treatment. "I didn't think you liked my chest that much." She said through a happy smile, "Most guys lose interest in that part of my anatomy when they realize lizards don't have tits. You're full of wonderful surprises."

Still tied to the bed John rode his high back down to earth, breathing heavily. The last few spurts landing wetly on Krill's fingers and his own thighs. "I love it, I don't know why. I had never thought about it until I met you, but I've longed to rub my hands across your slender body ever since." He watched with interest as Krill licked her hands clean, and then the seed that landed on him. She leaned over him intently, her eyes staring into his as her reptilian forked tongue sought out the milky treat, licking it in long purposeful strokes directly from his body. She left the splotchy white splashes on her chest though, and modeled for him coyly. Kneeling with her back arched and her chest out prominently.

"Hmm," she moaned, "I'm glad to hear it. I want your hands all over me too, but that isn't the sort of thing we're doing today. You can tie me up and grope me another time. We're only just getting started here."

John's cock twitched hopefully but was unable to stand and deliver again so soon. Happily, Krill had plenty of other things in mind to pass the time. She kissed John deeply, he could taste himself on her lips and tongue, and found he didn't mind. She even allowed him to lick across her chest, cleaning her and getting firsthand experience with his unconventional interest, but what she really wanted was something more satisfying for her aching vent. She could put his tongue to a better use.

"I'm not done asking you about yourself, farmboy, but I find myself in need of my own release. Badly in need after tasting you so strongly. And since you aren't ready to fill me just yet, I only know one other way to get what I want, and it wouldn't do to allow you to talk at the same time." Krill smiled and straddled John's head, her hands resting on the headboard, her hips hovering over his face. "More's the pity." And she pressed herself to him.

Her sense of relief was immediate and palpable, she had worked herself into a fury servicing John and she needed some attention herself. His tongue sought her tender folds with willful desire, she had only need place herself where he could reach what she wanted touched. She started by having him trace the outline of her slit, caressing and tasting her swollen lips. Her arousal was great enough that she gaped openly and there was no need to spread herself with her fingers to allow him access deeper inside.

She considered untying one of his hands so he could fill her in a way that a tongue alone couldn't, but just as she denied him momentarily to ultimately improve the experience, denying herself that satisfying fullness would make it all the better. She felt her knees grow weak as a particularly skillful caress was given to her sensitive nub of flesh at the tip of her cleft. She pressed her hips down to keep his attentions there and whispered encouragement to him between her load moans.

Her tail thumped against his chest when her body shook with pleasure, spasms coursing through her muscles and mind, boiling her thoughts with sensation. Her heady earthy juices soaked his chin as he lay beneath her and his cock began to stand upright again, as worshipping at her sacred altar brought out more of his deepest desires.

She wasn't the only one enjoying the experience, even as she leaned heavily on the headboard, breathing heavily and grinding her lips against his, straddling his face. John savored her smell and taste and his chance to explore her more deeply. His lips were wrapped around the kobold's delicate clit, a small nub of flesh with a hood of skin covering it, much like the human's he was familiar with. Her arousal made it throb and stand free of its protective coat and he rubbed it roughly with his tongue as Krill directed his actions. She pressed herself tightly against him, rubbing her entrance and swollen lips on his chin as his lips lay locked on her most sensitive area.

Krill half wanted to stay crouching over him until he brought her to full completion. She wrapped a clawed hand into his straw like hair, pulling needfully at him. She half wanted to, but she still longed to feel his thickness inside her, stretching and filling her, gushing warmth and stickiness deep into her, coating her with his pleasure and soothing her own inner fire. She wanted to stay and enjoy his skilled tongue until she lost herself and let herself leak all over his face, but she had to stop short.

When she stood again her knees were shaking from a small pulsing orgasm and her farmboy's face was slick with her leavings, from nose to neck he glistened with her pleasure and his eyes were glazed over with a happy numb look. Her own thighs and tail base were slick as well, and she could feel that slickness glide between her as she walked. She kissed him again, hard, forceful. Holding his head in her small hands and pressing her lips tightly to his. They moaned in wordless unison, he tried to tell her something else about himself but she pressed a small finger to his lips and quieted him.

"Leave something for next time, I can't hold myself back any longer," She whispered, promising that there would be a next time, and many others, should he desire it of her.

She stood over his waist, a thin trail oozing from her entrance, so slick she dripped down one leg. "Front, or back?" She asked, standing first with her chest to him and then with her tail.

John considered his options. On one hand her beautiful green eyes and caring smile, her flat chest, and the cleft between her legs. On the other, her shapely back with the dainty row of hardened ridges that ran from head to tail, her thick tail swaying excitedly, and a beautiful shapely ass, the very curvature of perfection that he could watch himself plunge into. It was a close thing, but he eventually decided "Back."

She looked disappointed, and place a hand to her chin in thought. "But then I can only look at your feet and not your wonderful face," she protested "How about, instead, I get to face front, but you can use the back? I've heard it's quite good."

John remembered back to his view of her sweet entrance. Her slicked wet pussy, warm and inviting, and behind it, at the very back of her repitilian vent, a tight and puckered hole. He was already larger than his partner and to use the smaller of her holes would be an obscenely tight fit. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to hurt you, darlin'."

She smiled warmly at him and waggled a finger. "Sometimes I forget how innocent you are, remember who is the kinkier one of the two of us and ask yourself if I've likely done it before." He was still considering when she dropped into an easy crouch and impaled herself on him without warning. Classically, not in her tighter entrance. John looked her askance.

"Doing it before, and going in dry, are two entirely different things. And, I don't care to take the time to get the lube from the wardrobe so this will have to do." She ground against him, soaking his cock and making alluring wet noises between the two of them. She moaned and closed her eyes in deep satisfaction. Driving him repeatedly into herself.

"We can stay just like this, if you want." He said, noting how much she was enjoying herself, but she shook her head and pulled herself off shortly after. His cock gleamed in the light of the small oil lantern, shimmering with her excess juices. She slid a hand between her thighs and wet her entrance as well, in much the same fashion, spreading her needy slickness onto her fingers and applying it further down.

"I actually love anal." She said bluntly, "I just have to be careful about how much I take, but it feels amazing for me." She sighed, satisfied with the slickness, sliding a finger deep inside her own ass with ease. "Okay, stud, are you ready to see fireworks? I've heard nothing but good things about this. Keep your eyes open, I want to look into them when you cum."

The small draconic girl crouched down, holding her hips over John's rock hard aching cock. She used a scaled hand to guide him to her vent, and then pushed him back into place. He could feel his tip pressing against a tightness there, firm and unyielding at first, but as she let out a long quiet sigh he felt it loosen and slightly, painfully, blissfully slowly, begin to accept his length.

The first thing John noticed was the most obvious, the sheer tightness was incredible. Even with the deliberate relaxation and excessive lubrication it was a close fit. Krill stopped halfway down and rested, a look of concentration and pleasure on her face. Then she came down fully on him, sitting atop his hips with his cock buried in her tiny kobold ass, grinding back and forth slowly as she adjusted to the wicked fullness. The second thing John noticed was the heat.

Kobolds are born from the bloodline of dragons, and tonight that was wonderfully obvious. The heat of Krill's body engulfed him entirely and he felt lost in that voracious warmth. Full hilted, Krill let out a long moan of pleasure and a small orgasm rocked her tiny frame, coaxed out by an intense feeling of girthy cock stretching her out. Her legs quivered and she rested atop his lap as it passed, John's eyes stayed locked on the cleft between her legs where he could see only the base of himself before it disappeared between her hungry swollen lips. He could feel her already taut walls tighten and pulse as the kobold leaked more of her viscous juices.

"Krill," John said in a hushed whisper, nearly breathless, "this feels amazing."

She smiled a predatory toothy smile and told him "We haven't even started." Her eyes shut tight with effort as she lifted herself off the human's slick cock until it was barely still inside her. Then, breathing out and relaxing, she pushed him back in, hard. "Remember, tell me when you're about to cum and you look me in the eyes. I want to see your face when you give me your seed, John."

Her walls quivered around him, the size of him barely contained. She felt that wonderful full feeling ebb and flow as she began to work up a slow rhythm. He wasn't the largest thing she ever took, but he was the largest thing she'd let fuck her ass. The feeling was intense, it would be easier next time, and by god there would be a next time, she had already decided. Her breathing stuttered as she felt another small orgasm spread from her toes to the pit of her stomach. Every time she pushed him deep inside she felt him hit a tender spot, at the deepest point, that sent intense waves of pleasure through her, she loved every minute of it.

John watched himself penetrate her. Like most men he found some primal satisfaction in watching a woman stretch around his cock, watching her breathe hard and enjoy his length. It offered an animalistic pleasure, and it was never as intense as it was when his eyes were locked on Krill's lips in that moment. Her warmth and tightness milked him, urged him to spill himself in her. He was sure he already would have if he hadn't made such a large showing earlier. He wondered idly if she had anything left but dust inside him. If she did, Krill seemed intent on getting that out too.

The kobold became more and more verbal as the session became more intense. She cried out in sharp gasps with each plunge of her hips, and pulled in air through many pointed teeth on the back of each long stroke. Her man was still tied up beneath her and she felt powerful, dominating the situation. She watched him as he stared at her nethers, his eyes locked on her body, his mouth forming awkwardly around grunts and moans. Men stare at bodies, women stare at faces, and watching the pleasure cascade over him made Krill feel all the more aroused. As she called her own satisfaction out he began to answer her until the rest of the Embrace's patrons could surely hear the pair back in the common room, together yelling in guttural tones.

"Krill, Krill," he said, struggling to form coherent words through his primal lust. "It's coming. S-Soon..." He held his eyes open for her even as his face contorted and twitched in pleasure. How could he deny her sweet requests, or her lustful commands?

She looked at him, gazed into his beautiful browns and felt connected to another person on a deep intimate level for the first time in her life. She hadn't known it before, she thought she had known it with him last time, but no. This was different, this was something altogether new. She watched as his lips pulled back in a snarl but he never averted his eyes. His muscles strained against the bonds and she swore one of the heavy oak bedposts cracked as he pulled, the muscles in his arms and chest taut and sweaty, standing prominent against his skin.

She felt it, the warmth, the wetness, his seed. She didn't slow down. Her hands gripped into his chest, pinching and clawing at the heavy muscles there as she felt her own perfect end surging through her consciousness. As the heat welled up in her tight asshole she plunged onward, jamming his spasming cock into her, hitting the spot deep inside her again and again and again. She was aided by the added slickness of him, even more lube to aid in her task and she pushed for all she was worth until in slow motion it blissfully took her.

She screamed, not breathlessly, not wordlessly, but loudly. Full volume. Her sweet kissable mouth held open as wide as it would go as an ocean of orgasmic lust crashed into her tiny body. Even still she kept her eyes locked on John's and him on hers. For the first and only time that night, John broke the rules. He slid his wrists from their binds as he could have at any point and grabbed her about the shoulders, pulling her down to his chest so he could embrace he tightly as they shared in this orgasm.

She didn't even mind, she bent forward awkwardly, with him still inside her. Unwilling to let him slip free until she had completely stilled. He held her against his chest in powerful arms and she looked up at him with satisfaction.

The wave crested and dissipated slowly for Krill, like the truly satisfying ones do. It had been years since somebody other than herself had given her one, even if technically she had been doing all the work. She was happy beyond words to have shared it with John. Even as she felt him go soft and slip from her she could look in his eyes and see many of the same feelings as her own reflected in them.

***

The next morning, they talked about their relationship, for they had earlier decided that's exactly what it was. The elephant in the room, the thing neither of them really wanted to mention for it had no acceptable solution as far as Krill saw it, was whether it was okay for Krill to keep working at the Silken Embrace now. She knew she could compartmentalize, she always had before John so that wasn't different, but humans didn't work like that, and she didn't want to hurt him. Yet what could she do? She had to live somewhere, had to eat, and she had struggled at that before she met Madame Pana.

So how could she continue and risk John's feelings, but should she stop she might not be able to take care of herself. John was asking himself much the same but in reverse, could he live with himself if he asked her to stop? Knowing that she would then struggle, but alternatively could he live with his first serious romantic interest sleeping with other men on a nightly basis?

They sat in silence for a while, fearful, lying in bed where they had fallen asleep the night before. The room still stank of their frantic passionate sex. It had not ended until the wee hours of the morning.

Krill was about to volunteer quitting. She had decided she would rather struggle to find a way to live, than struggle to find a way to live without John. Instead, before she could form the sentence, John found a different solution.

"How'd you feel about living on a farm?"

"I think I could make it work."

They both smiled.
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