A kobolt tale
By Killjoy © 2013

Quietly he prowled through the woods, the demon known as Ropes to those who cared to ask his name, following the prints left by his prey. Some one had been plundering the local cemetary, defiling the dead and robbing crypts. This was enough for the towns folk to put up a bounty and enough so that it caught his interest.

It didn't take much for him to discover the most likely culpret, the doors had been preyed open and the lock as well, done by some one in a hurry with little skill at forced entry. And the things that had been taken, another clue; some valuables of course but mainly bones and body parts. This all added up to only one possability, a necromancer.

Mages were one thing, Ropes himself knew how to throw a few spells, but those that tampered with the dead were another thing all together. They gave spell casters as a whole a bad name, not always for what they did with the dead they used as materials for their spells, but how then went about procuring them. People tend to like their buried dead to remain that way and when you mess with them, bounty hunters coming looking for you.

"Here we are..." the puma thought to himself when he caught a scent in the air, verious chemicals boiling and the stentch of decay. He dropped low and eased in closer to the encampment hidden deep within the woods. There were the usual things about, a ragged tent with a couple tables littered with this and that, and a fire blazing away in the middle of the clearing to heat a culdren.

His keen ears twitched, eyes peering about, nothing could move without him noticing. It wasn't long before he heard some thing rustle in the tent and then a robed figure walked out towards the culdren. He watched for a moment, expecting to see a skeleton or a zombie follow but there was nothing, only the man adding ingrediants to the mixture and mumbling to himself.

"Easy pickings." Ropes thought as he began to creap out of the bushes, spiked club in hand, sneaking closer and closer up behind the necromancer. It seemed as though his reward would simply be a single strike away when suddenly a small form raised up from the man's shoulder that let out a loud squeek. "Fucking familiars!" Ropes growled and lundged forward to swipe at the man, missing barely when his target stumbled backwards, toppling the culdren and its contents.

With the element of surprise gone, the puma readied himself for a fight, dodging to one side before rushing in again for another blow. His strike, however, was preempted by a sudden jet of fire which issued forth like a fan from the necromancer's hands. "Take that man-beast!" he chuckled as he watched his attacker struggling, engulfed in flames.

"Do you know how much this gear cost me?" Ropes snarled and charged again, connecting with a blow that sent the necromancer tumbling, "Why do you mages always throw fire at people?" Without pause, Ropes continued to lash at his fallen target, until a pain caught his ankle. Looking down, he found the man's rat familiar latched onto his leg in defense of it's master. Pulling it free, Ropes then lobbed it into the fire pit before turning back to watch the necromancer wrythe and scream, sharing his familiars pain before a final blow ended it; a spiked club crushing his skull.

After looting the campsite for any thing of value, Ropes set of back towards the town, dragging the necromancer behind him. The locals were greatful of course and handed over the bounty, half of which he then had to spend to replace the gear that had been burned in the fight. Luckily he'd found enough pilfered jewlery and coins to more than make up for it.

With another day of adventuring coming to an end, he headed to where most adventurers do, the nearest tavern. There was much activity to be found within as he entered, various groups of travelers and such making merry, a bard singing songs and tales of great adventures, and the usual folk one might expect to see. He choose a seat in a corner which he could put his back against and watched those gathered there, chuckling at some of their antics.

"And what can I get for you sir, an ale or some mutton perhaps?" a barmaid asked as she approached.

"Some ham would be devine..." He said with a smile, "And a mug of milk to go with it."

"Fresh out I'm afraid, that lot over there took our last hog."

"Some mutton and cheese then I guess... and the milk if you've any of that still about."

With the barmaid away, Ropes returned to scanning the tavern, trying to identify the different species that had found their way there this evening. There were many humans, as would be expected, an elf or two. A band of orcs were getting loud in the distance, full of mead and roast hog, some thing Ropes find humorously ironic.

When his food arrived, he passed the barmaid some coins and took a bite, chewing whilst he continues to watch the people there. It had always struck him as funny how one could so easily guess at the paths people had chosen based on their stero-typical clothing. Armored warriors, robed mages, clerics in their holy attire. But then his eyes fell upon a small figure seated at the bar, clad in dark leather with a hood drawn up over their head.

"Obvously a thief..." he chuckled while finishing his meal, "And a runty one at that." His eyes remained locked to this mysterious figure, spotting the tip of a tail swaying slowly as it peaked out from below the edge of the figure's cloak. Leaning back to change his angle, Ropes took note of bare feet as well, small and clawed with rust colored scales.

This, it seemed, was more than enough for him to guess at the race of the thief and he gupled down his milk before slowly making his way towards the bar. He inhaled deeply as he moved, his own bare feet making almost no sound, sampling the scents in the air. Casting a glance to the side as he took a seat, he tried to dissern the gender of the hooded figure. The scaled muzzle sticking out of the hood proved he was right in thinking it was a kobold, though  that led to its own problems as kobolds lacked breasts which tend to be a clear clue as to other species' gender.

A clawed finger lightly tapped the bar, summoning the bar tender to filled the thief's mug from a wine bottle. Again Ropes inhaled before turning to say "Raspberry and honey wine? Not many folks would have the palete to truly savor such a fine taste."

The hooded figure turned slightly and looked to the demon from foot to chest, not lifting its head high enough to allow Ropes a glimps of its face. They then turned back to the bar ad sipped from their mug.

"Hmmm?" he pondered for a moment and then leaned in closer, whispering "And by chance... Might your services be available for hire?"

The small thief's head turned his way again and whispered "Depends..."

This was what he'd needed, he now knew he was addressing a female kobold as he's hoped. Slipping his paw into his coin pouch, he draw out a ruby which he placed beside the thief's mug "Would this cover a taste?"

Her little hand took up the ruby, examined it for a moment and then she whispered "This might be enough, though if your looking for more than a taste, you'd better have a heavy pouch."

"My pouch is in deed heavy my dear and I'm looking to unload a bit of that weight."

This caused the kobold to giggle and look up at the puma for the first time, bright slitted eyed peering back at him, "You got a place?"

After finishing her drink, the two set out to the inn where Ropes had been staying between adventures. The rooms were modest but comfortable. Once inside, he let her have a little look about before she lowered her hood, revieling the bumped eye crests and sweeping horns that all kobolds shared. "Shall we be to bed then?"

Ropes smirked "In a hurry for me to sample your goods?"

Turning to face away from him, the kobold let her cloak fall to the ground behind her before she started to unfasten her leather armor, "As I said, you'll need the coin for that." The armor joined the cloak, leaving her nude form for him to view in the light of the fire place; rust colored scales softly gleaming.

"Ah yes, money first." he replied and reached into his pouch, drawing forth a handful of coins, "I trust this would be enough then?" He moved closer and leaned down, holding his hand out for her.

The kobold turned to look and then nodded, strolling over to the bed. It was slightly ammusing to watch her climbing the sheets to get on, the bed seeming huge with her barely more than two feet in height. Moving to the middle, she sprawled out in a suductive pose and waited.

Ropes dumped the coins onto her clothing and stepped over to a table where he disrobed as well, setting his belt and pouch onto the table first and then removed his backpack which served mainly to conceal his tendrils.

"Infernal are you?" she asked, "Had I known, I would have charged extra."

"Have some thing against those of the lower planes, do you?" Ropes asked while removing his armor.

"No, but I would have asked for a group rate." she chuckled.

"I'll try to keep them at bay but no promises..." he finally turned, letting her look him over before joining her on the bed. There they laid for a time, looking into one another's eyes till Ropes reached out to run his softly furred fingers along her hip. He traced the curve to her thigh and then back up, moving around to grip her rear and pull her closer. He held her to his chest, nuzzling in at the top of her head and then eased away to roll her onto her back.

Moving down and on to his belly, Ropes glided his hands up her thighs to spread them and looked over her neithers. Kobolds were an interesting lot, they shared many features with other 'reptilian' races, but had one important difference. His eyes traveled up long the underside of her tail to the tight little pucker there and then to the slit above which already shown a slight dampness to its lips. He brought his muzzle nearer, inhaling her sweetness before allowing his hands to sink in, using his thumbs on either side of her mound to part her folds.

The kobold cooed out her approvel, feeling the wamrth of his breath flowing over her sensitive flesh. She gasped when she felt his tongue wash over them as well, little hands clutching the sheets.

Ropes took his time with his task, teasing along one side of her sex with the tip of his tonue and then the other, daring to drip the tip lower before darting up in search of her clit. He worked and explored, licked and teased, learning as much as he could of her body this way till he was ready and only then did his tongue narrow and dive into her.

Moaning out, the kobold's legs half closed on either side of the larger male's head to rest her feet on his shoulders. Her body trembled at his skillful efforts, tensing when his tongue widened to stretch her tightness and then dropping limply when that tongue drawback to leave her gaping and empty. Again he thrust forward and swirled it about, mapping out her depths as he'd done else where. She couldn't believe how responsive her body was to him, he was finding all of the right places so quickly and teasing them just right.

Slipping his hands under her rear, Ropes lifted her hips towards him to get a better angle and continued his oral assault. Back and forth his tongue worked, nearly fucking her with it till he felt her reaching her peak at which he withdraw it, pausing to let her feel his absense and then attacked her stiffening clit roughly with a series of licks to throw her over the edge. He worked her through her first orgasm of the night, keeping it going longer than he should have and found her squirming against him in the end. Lifting up, he rested his wet chin on her belly and simply smiled.

The kobold had to catch her breath before she could whisper "The ruby should cover that taste, I think..." and caressed his muzzle with her hands. In truth, she might have considered a free sampling had she known he was this good at it.

But fore play is fore play and now it was through, there was much more fun to be had. Kissing his way up her belly and chest, the cat rose up over her, guiding his cock with his hand to lay it against her belly so that she could see just how large he was. He churred when he felt her small hands working over his throbbing length, fingers sliding along the soft spurs that covered it to coax a trickle of pre from his tip. Pulling away, he rolled onto his back beside her and patted his belly, not intent on doing all of the work this evening.

Her head nodded as she took his meaning and got up onto woddly legs, climbing over him to straddle his belly. Her tail curved and bumped against his length, pressing it down while she eased back to rest her wet mound against its tip. Slowly rocking, she moved her hips about, rubbing herself against him to try and return his teasing, pressing back just enough to feel his tip spreading her and then moving forward again.

Ropes closed his eyes, purring softly in his chest under her hands while he savored her action; though his need had been building from before. Each time her flesh worked over his tip, a jet of hot pre rushed forth to further wet it until a mixture of their dampness trickled down her thighs. Finally, he could resist no longer and took hold of her by the hips, slowly easing her back onto him.

The kobold gripped at his chest fur, feeling the girth of his maleness stretching her; his cock obviously much larger than that of her species' males. She was thankful for how slowly he worked her onto him, pushing her down an inch and waiting before pushing a little more. He eased back a couple times, drawing her forward only to push down as his hips lifted up to meet her. Eventually her body could take him no deeper and she lifted up, moving to sit firmly upon his shaft with an inch or so still seperating them. Her hands played across her belly, feeling the swell of it from the thick shaft filling her so.

Ropes let his hands fall from her hips and relaxed, placing them insted behind his head. His tendrils, how ever, moved in from the side towards her but curled and arched by her hips, offering her some thing to hold so that she could take some of her weight off of her legs.

Lifting slowly at first, she rose a couple inches, gritting her teeth at the sensation of his soft spurs stroking along her tight inner walls. The dozens of little bumps were a new experience for her, having never been mated by the feline before. After a few strokes, the kobold found the motions growing eaiser as her depths became further slicked by his ever dribbling pre, allowing her to lift higher and drop faster the more she worked.

It wasn't long before the kobold reached her limits again, being so full and those rippling spurs were simply too much for her to resist. Throwing her head back, she let out a moan and then a gasp; feeling her depths spasming about Ropes' length as she rode through her climax.

Slithering his tendrils in about her, the demon kept her moving, not allowing her to slow or stop. Licking his lips, he savored the look on her face as he worked her high into the throws of pleasure, feeling her heart beat racing through the flesh wrapped so tightly about him. But it all seemed too much too soon and the kobold's hands grasped at his tendrils to struggle with them.

Slowing, Ropes lowered her down to rest against his belly and waited for her to recover. He could feel her small form trembling with the after quakes of such an intense orgasm and wondered if she'd ever felt some thing like that before. "No, of course she hasn't." he smirked smuggly to himself, priding himself on his skill.

When at last his small lover began to  move, she lifted up to gaze into his eyes and whispered "That was some thing..."

"It was, but the night is still young and I've yet to spill my seed," he almost purred to her, rolling with her to place her below him. Sitting himself up right, Ropes drew a pillow to him with a tendril and then lifted her rear to slide it under her. With her lifted higher now, the demon leaned over her once again and churred "I hope you can endure what I have to offer."

The kobold's eyes went wide at this, but a thrust from his hips prevented her from responding.