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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Snaklu’s journey in the bandit leader's arms is long and bumpy, as the terrain off the beaten path becomes rocky and mountainous. The kobold endures the rocky motion of the leader’s quick movements, fearing and admiring the impressive strength and endurance that the gnoll shows navigating the treacherous terrain.\n“O… ow! Can you be more careful?” Snaklu whines. “How am I supposed to indulge you if I’m all bruised?”\nThe gnoll flashes his white teeth. “As long as you’re alive, I can use ya. Besides—we’re here!”\nIndeed, the chattering of wildlife makes way for the bustle of civilization, and Snaklu sees it once his captor hops to the highest rock point. With a paw gripping Snaklu’s butt, he turns the kobold to face the camp.\nIt is an expansive enterprise—much larger than the small bandit party would have customarily revealed. Snaklu takes stock of every tent and fire pit as he’s given this vantage point and chirps excitedly to the lord. “My lord has quite the following. You must be an amazing leader!”\n“All will know me one day,” the gnoll says, hopping down to the rocky slope below. Tiny pebbles roll under his feet, allowing him to skate down the hill with no issue.\nSnaklu grips tightly to the gnoll’s shoulder, yipping excitedly. His tail points up as the gnoll barks in haughty laughter.\n“I’m back!” the gnoll shouts, “With spoils for myself!”\nThe camp produces a quick “huzzah” before returning to its duties, acting like a well-oiled machine instead of fully committed to his cause.\nSnaklu’s tail swishes at the concept.\nHis master marches through the camp, making it to the center where the largest and the most decorated tents sit tall and imperial. The kobold’s captor pulls the flap to the side and, with his mighty shoulder and back, hefts the kobold up into the air and falls to the ground.\nSnaklu screamed at the sudden ejection, only to land on a surprisingly high and soft mattress. He pats around it and pushes himself up, staring toward the bandit leader.\nThe gnoll lets go of the flap, leaving the two in the relative darkness of the impressive temporary structure. Reaching his belt, he removes a knife, lifting it up and sliding his thumb along the blunt side.\nAnd his grin, ever wide, widens even more.\nSitting up on his knees, Snaklu smirks and nods, his eyes fluttering into a half-hooded gaze at his captor. “No-now there,” he says, squeezing his knees, “No need to use anything like that. I’m happy to work with you and give you everything you desi-ieeer!?”\nThe bandit lord is quick, and his dagger presses against the kobold’s throat as he looms over Snaklu, his sharp teeth so close to the kobold’s face, his tongue running over those dagger-pointed canines. “You’re mine,” he growls.\n“R… Right,” Snaklu gulps, eyes wide now, his pupils turned to slits. “Well, what shall we get down to, my master?” he asks. That involuntary throat movement makes his scales scratch against the sharp blade.\nThe bandit lord locks his eyes on Snaklu’s, hand trailing down his body and undoing his battle kilt belt. As the thing drops to the ground, Snaklu gets the first sight of the member he is to please. It is a large, thick, and bumpy thing. Its veins are large and pulsing with anticipation as they raise the mast to its full attention.\nBut Snaklu’s assessment of that cock only gets more intimate when the gnoll pulls his dagger away and stands above the kobold, spreading his feet upon the bed, gripping Snaklu by the back of his skull, and pushing his face in against that large and erect thing, smushing his face up against it.\nThe unwashed dick is salty against the kobold’s mouth, and his instinct is to keep his mouth well and closed, but a hand that clasps over his snout forces him to take a breath, and it is at that moment that he has to gasp.\nThe gnoll thrusts forward at that moment, sliding that shaft into Snaklu’s mouth.\nSnaklu gulps and gasps. That meat hardly fits in his maw. The head prods at the back of his throat, sending dull sensations and sparks of surprise to his brain. With no means of breath, the kobold grabs the gnoll’s thighs, letting his balance be his only anchor to life. Even his vision blurs as tears well up in his eyes. Through it all, though, the kobold takes it like a champ!\n“Mmmgh mmmm!”\n“You should have been a poet,” the barbarian jests, unpinching the kobold’s nose.\nWith that cock pushing so deep into Snaklu’s throat, the freed nostrils are merely a tiny reprieve, as air is still precious and scant.\n“Mm mmm mm mmm mm mm!” Those words come mostly from Snaklu’s throat, his diaphragm working overtime to let the sounds escape from the thick thing rocking in and out of his mouth.\nThe gnoll relents, yanking his cock out, the precum and saliva bridging between the kobold’s mouth and the gnoll’s head, stringing and then breaking and falling upon the kobold’s clothing.\n“Gaah…. FAh… ha…!” Snaklu gasps, falling forward and clutching his throat.\n“You have something to say?” The gnoll asks, a huffing grunt flaring at his nostrils. “Speak now, my slut, for you won’t get much opportunity to do so later.”\nRubbing his throat, the kobold glares up at his master. He sucks in a deep and much-needed breath and groans in a hoarse, tired voice. “Master… I am an… entertainer. I can do so much for you on my own. You need not overwork yourself.”\nThe gnoll scratches his chin, chuckling softly. “Well, if that’s the case, perhaps I could give you some leeway to perform upon me.” He leans in, grabbing and squeezing his skull. “But know this—I will not lie down and be still. We shall give and take until the sun rises!”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Snaklu’s journey in the bandit leader's arms is long and bumpy, as the terrain off the beaten path becomes rocky and mountainous. The kobold endures the rocky motion of the leader’s quick movements, fearing and admiring the impressive strength and endurance that the gnoll shows navigating the treacherous terrain.
“O… ow! Can you be more careful?” Snaklu whines. “How am I supposed to indulge you if I’m all bruised?”
The gnoll flashes his white teeth. “As long as you’re alive, I can use ya. Besides—we’re here!”
Indeed, the chattering of wildlife makes way for the bustle of civilization, and Snaklu sees it once his captor hops to the highest rock point. With a paw gripping Snaklu’s butt, he turns the kobold to face the camp.
It is an expansive enterprise—much larger than the small bandit party would have customarily revealed. Snaklu takes stock of every tent and fire pit as he’s given this vantage point and chirps excitedly to the lord. “My lord has quite the following. You must be an amazing leader!”
“All will know me one day,” the gnoll says, hopping down to the rocky slope below. Tiny pebbles roll under his feet, allowing him to skate down the hill with no issue.
Snaklu grips tightly to the gnoll’s shoulder, yipping excitedly. His tail points up as the gnoll barks in haughty laughter.
“I’m back!” the gnoll shouts, “With spoils for myself!”
The camp produces a quick “huzzah” before returning to its duties, acting like a well-oiled machine instead of fully committed to his cause.
Snaklu’s tail swishes at the concept.
His master marches through the camp, making it to the center where the largest and the most decorated tents sit tall and imperial. The kobold’s captor pulls the flap to the side and, with his mighty shoulder and back, hefts the kobold up into the air and falls to the ground.
Snaklu screamed at the sudden ejection, only to land on a surprisingly high and soft mattress. He pats around it and pushes himself up, staring toward the bandit leader.
The gnoll lets go of the flap, leaving the two in the relative darkness of the impressive temporary structure. Reaching his belt, he removes a knife, lifting it up and sliding his thumb along the blunt side.
And his grin, ever wide, widens even more.
Sitting up on his knees, Snaklu smirks and nods, his eyes fluttering into a half-hooded gaze at his captor. “No-now there,” he says, squeezing his knees, “No need to use anything like that. I’m happy to work with you and give you everything you desi-ieeer!?”
The bandit lord is quick, and his dagger presses against the kobold’s throat as he looms over Snaklu, his sharp teeth so close to the kobold’s face, his tongue running over those dagger-pointed canines. “You’re mine,” he growls.
“R… Right,” Snaklu gulps, eyes wide now, his pupils turned to slits. “Well, what shall we get down to, my master?” he asks. That involuntary throat movement makes his scales scratch against the sharp blade.
The bandit lord locks his eyes on Snaklu’s, hand trailing down his body and undoing his battle kilt belt. As the thing drops to the ground, Snaklu gets the first sight of the member he is to please. It is a large, thick, and bumpy thing. Its veins are large and pulsing with anticipation as they raise the mast to its full attention.
But Snaklu’s assessment of that cock only gets more intimate when the gnoll pulls his dagger away and stands above the kobold, spreading his feet upon the bed, gripping Snaklu by the back of his skull, and pushing his face in against that large and erect thing, smushing his face up against it.
The unwashed dick is salty against the kobold’s mouth, and his instinct is to keep his mouth well and closed, but a hand that clasps over his snout forces him to take a breath, and it is at that moment that he has to gasp.
The gnoll thrusts forward at that moment, sliding that shaft into Snaklu’s mouth.
Snaklu gulps and gasps. That meat hardly fits in his maw. The head prods at the back of his throat, sending dull sensations and sparks of surprise to his brain. With no means of breath, the kobold grabs the gnoll’s thighs, letting his balance be his only anchor to life. Even his vision blurs as tears well up in his eyes. Through it all, though, the kobold takes it like a champ!
“Mmmgh mmmm!”
“You should have been a poet,” the barbarian jests, unpinching the kobold’s nose.
With that cock pushing so deep into Snaklu’s throat, the freed nostrils are merely a tiny reprieve, as air is still precious and scant.
“Mm mmm mm mmm mm mm!” Those words come mostly from Snaklu’s throat, his diaphragm working overtime to let the sounds escape from the thick thing rocking in and out of his mouth.
The gnoll relents, yanking his cock out, the precum and saliva bridging between the kobold’s mouth and the gnoll’s head, stringing and then breaking and falling upon the kobold’s clothing.
“Gaah…. FAh… ha…!” Snaklu gasps, falling forward and clutching his throat.
“You have something to say?” The gnoll asks, a huffing grunt flaring at his nostrils. “Speak now, my slut, for you won’t get much opportunity to do so later.”
Rubbing his throat, the kobold glares up at his master. He sucks in a deep and much-needed breath and groans in a hoarse, tired voice. “Master… I am an… entertainer. I can do so much for you on my own. You need not overwork yourself.”
The gnoll scratches his chin, chuckling softly. “Well, if that’s the case, perhaps I could give you some leeway to perform upon me.” He leans in, grabbing and squeezing his skull. “But know this—I will not lie down and be still. We shall give and take until the sun rises!”", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Snaklu and the Bandits 2", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "38" }