In all of my writings, one quandary that comes up is the lack of stories about kobolds and their times of sexual fun, especially after the changes that occurred, thanks to my reformations. Because of such inquiries into the lives of kobolds, I decided to visit my hometown and learn what has become of my various companions and comrades.
The first of these was relatively easy to pick. Despite expecting a royal welcome, Prakibak, the Dig Boss, stood by the entrance to the Dragon’s Heir kobold tribe. Oh, how I remember our initial encounter together—his rough worker’s hands and on my sides as I rode him and did all so many things. He couldn’t complain back then. After all, he had a broken foot.
Now, though, it seems he’s in perfect health.
Quick pleasantries were exchanged between us, but of course, I noticed the subtle glances of his eyes and the way he scratched at his horn. I couldn’t help but ask if he had explicitly requested to be the one to greet me.
He mumbled that he did, of course, which was all that I needed. After all, the queen didn’t need me for quite a while, so we made our way down from the mouth of the cave. I hooked my tail around his thigh and pulled him down one of the many corridors the kobolds have made to distract and discourage adventurers and thieves.
I may enjoy dressing up in adventuring gear, but clothing is much more relaxed and lacking in the Dragon’s Heir. That’s why once he was in there with me, I was able to slide my claws down over his broad chest, tracing down over his well-toned stomach, and dip down below into the waistband of his loincloth. There, between his legs, he hosted his magnificent member, which I pulled out from underneath.
I teased him, of course, for letting that cock escape his slit and gave him a little bit more of a tease by slapping the band around the base, allowing the length to sit up and press against his stomach. While I stroke back up to his chin, my other hand presses against the head, rubbing the thing up against his stomach.
Those whimpers that the dear Prakibak offers were so delightful. I just had to make him make more, so I leaned in and slipped my tongue over his neck, tracing up and down his collar and finally nipping onto his shoulder. I had to stand on my toes to do so. He is a taller kobold than I, after all, but the moan that rose from his throat was worth the effort of stretching my legs straight to get that far.
Of course, since I am in charge whenever the two of us are together, it takes little effort to push him down low enough so that cock of his reaches between my legs. I turned away from him, my tail pushing that length down until it popped between my thighs.
From his position, slightly squatting behind me, his groans travel right next to me, getting louder as I clamped my legs against his cock and slipped the thing against my pants-clad thighs.
He held me close, not even bothering to try to pull my top off of me. He would not go further without my permission, so I loved him.
My speed changed, gaining and reducing, that warm and hard mast so familiar yet nostalgic between my legs. It was all I could do to keep myself from tearing off my clothes and letting him fuck me then and there.
But I had so many other friendly kobolds to meet and so much more sexy action to have. Plus, it is fun to tease him and make him desperate. That’s what makes the final act of copulation all the more amazing.
With the urging of my thighs and the supple and subtle affirmations of his maleness, I brought him to completion, making a mess both upon the cave floor and of my pants. The former we could leave for later. Of course, I clean with a snap of my fingers.
Using my magic to get everything I want would be so easy. But even with him staring at me, begging for more, I knew I must continue my visit and see my other friends. I, of course, know to give Prakibak the respect he deserves by slipping my hands back down between his legs, stuffing that monster of his back to where it can be contained.
“So,” I asked, patting his chest and wiping off his cum. “Anything new with you?”
“Well, funny you should say that,” he responded, huffing and nodding. “Turns out, I’ve figured out I’m a father—been that way for 18 years.”
Now, that is a revelation that I cannot let alone. I jotted immediately in my journal that I must meet these offspring and adequately assess them myself.
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Looking at Prastlerdai, I wonder about the passage of time. It wasn’t long ago that I was their age, having just entered adulthood and therefore allowed to visit and partake in the breeding ceremony.
I don’t think I was ever so scrawny, though.
Prastlerdai rubs their snout as they sit before me, their legs crossed. I perched myself upon a rock and nodded to them, taking on a mature adult role, even as I felt the years of my youth draining away from me like the sands of time in an hourglass.
I asked them what it was like to be a part of the newest generation whose youth was rocked by the radical shifts in our culture that I had so graciously provided. The change was made for them, if not for my fellows and me.
The new adult before me was pretty shy, scratching themselves nervously when I brought up the question, so I had to take a different angle of attack.
“Are you starstruck?”
That question led to a gasp, and then they threw themselves before me before unleashing their concern—and quite a valid concern it is.
“You’re a hero for our people, Tik Tik!” said the supplicating creature. “But you also fucked my dad, so…”
I tittered at that response. We do not generally partake in familial bonds like those seen by upper-worlders. Beyond the ledgers of the matriarchs, who made sure that no unfortunate inbreeding happened, we never saw any particular connection between those who granted us life. After all, it was the machinations of the tribe that brought forth each kobold, not the whims of individuals.
“That bothers you?” I asked.
“A… maybe? Should it?”
“No.”
It’s the truth. In a free-loving society, why shouldn’t one be able to indulge in multiple generations in the same family line? Granted, they must be of age, which Prastlerdai was and willing.
Of course, I assured them I would leave if anything made them uncomfortable.
“Otherwise,” I continued, fluttering my eyes. “I’m yours. No one will have to know.”
(Note to self—ask Prastlerdai for permission to publish.)
Prastlerdai needed only that, I suppose, before they moved onto the experimentation phase, as I found myself knocked off of my rock and fallen with my legs spread against the cave floor. They plopped themselves on that perch, grabbing my ankles and rolling out their tongue, pressing it to my thigh, slipping up and down, down, down.
There’s a hungry growl, something more experienced creatures don’t show. If Prastlerdai has done much in the way of sexual experiences, it doesn’t show in their eagerness.
I’ve fucked the most bestial of sapient creatures, and even they have more restraint than a member of the new majority freed from their restraints. It’s simply fascinating.
This is the energy we kobolds have always had in the Dragon’s Heir but was not given to us. We were told to hold our lusts in and to save it for the breeding pits. Here, they can express them, so pure and so delightful.
That tongue that went inside me slapped wildly through my slit, and up from Prastlerdai’s mouth rose the cutest of growls. I thanked them for their service by clamping my legs around their head. How else might I keep myself from being totally dominated by the rambunctious nature of this beautiful creature?
My hands slid over their head, tracing the ridges. I can tell from the feeling that they are, in fact, Prakibak’s child. Could I deduce their mother by touching their horn or snout? Or could I do it from the feeling of this tongue deep within me?
I had felt Prakibak before, but this is different. It takes them some time to find my spot, but once they do, their mewling growls rise higher and higher, attacking me. Their teeth rub against my pelvis, which rocks against them, urging them forward.
Their eyes rolled back. They were a kobold possessed by the drive and the passion, and they wouldn’t end until I came.
It is a funny thing about many sexual encounters. For all that we scholars write about them, the minute of experience and the twitches here and there, it is an all-too-brief affair sometimes. Especially if doing so with a male who climaxes. We are all simple creatures and get tired after a while.
I came for Prastlerdai’s attentive actions perhaps three times before they finally pulled back, gasping and collapsing on the rock.
I composed myself and sat on my knees, petting them down the back. “I can see the newest generation is in good hands.”
With a murring growl, they smiled. I offered them a little something else as they lay there. Clasping their cheeks, I leaned in, pressing my nose to theirs and nuzzling.
That had them squealing and covering their horns.
“So cute,” I called them, climbing to a standing position, my legs wobbling. Luckily, I could conjure a root to support myself. I hope that didn’t make me look too matronly as I stood over the newcomer.
“You fascinate me,” I finally said, watching over their body sprawled. “I’ve met those who do not fit the gender binary in the aboveground, yet you are the first kobold among our people who have chosen that for yourself.
“I’m hardly the only one,” Prastlerdai finally said, pushing themselves up. Perhaps they, too, would have benefited from a walking stick.
I mulled that idea over for a bit. I wonder how many of my peers and elders would have chosen such a life for themselves if they had not had the rigid rules set forth generations ago by our ancestors.
I looked over myself and my trembling hand and perhaps questioned for the first time. Am I, Tik Tik, the epitome of what it means to be a female?
“A question for you, Prastlerdai,” I said, grasping my makeshift staff. “Would a wizard have the means to alter your form to how you see fit? Would you take it?”
Prastlerdai blinked and crossed their legs and arms, thinking deeply about that.
Finally, they responded, and what they said made me smile. “Wouldn’t it be better if I learned that magic myself?”
Perhaps there’s more chance to spread my ideas throughout the youth—immortality through memetics instead of genetics.
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Seeing the nature of the current generation of young adults, I endeavored to see precisely how the lives of the breeders and the matrons have been going since my departure. My last time in the Dragon’s Heir tribe had left me with a slightly sour taste. However, dealing with that hurdle will have to come later, as I have much to write about my encounter with the matron.
Our current matron took over the duties after my revolution. She is a younger kobold with blue scales and a rounder form, concealed by her station's robes, her face mainly by her hood. But I knew all about what was underneath.
 Her predecessor was too ingrained in the old ways to change how she acted. Thus, she entered retirement—a luxury many in the Dragon’s Heir never saw. Effectively, this put her back into the breeding chambers, where a new appreciation for the elders could be found. Though she is beyond egg-bearing age, she now finds herself surrounded by young and eager kobolds seeking out her experience and lavishing their thanks upon her age-dulled scales.
As the current Matron and I sat upon rocks, sipping root tea at our mushroom-cap table, we conversed and tittered over the old woman's skill.
“Hard to believe she was once so hard on who could fuck who,” I mused.
“She always enjoyed watching the copulations,” the Matron agreed, sipping her tea and sighing. “Perhaps she had always wished to jump past her so-called prime. But look now.”
One of the many newcomers—a newly adult kobold boy, stumbles away from the pile and collapses in front of the spring, slurping up water eagerly to replenish himself. The matron chastised him for not taking care of himself.
“How is the tribe handling my absence?” I asked, turning the discussion to something more solemn. “I always have to worry about them.”
“There’s no need to do so,” responds the Matron. “After all, we were a well-working machine long before you were even hatched.”
“Which was before you were hatched, if I recall correctly,” I teased.
“Oh, well, and I thank you and Queen Tikana for installing me in my position. After all, the transition has been rocky.”
“How rocky?” I probed.
She tittered. “Don’t worry about it, Tik Tik,” she replied. “It’s nothing I cannot handle. You’ve trained me well in the short time you were here. I sense, though, that you are troubled by many things.”
I admitted to her that I was curious about many things, but there was so much I could deal with later. She smiled and stood, offering me her hand. I took it, of course, and she led me through the breeding room, where so many copulations were happening between so many different kobolds of so many other stations. The smell, sights, and sounds could fill up many volumes, but I only have so many pages.
One particular group of note was a pair of kobolds just entering into the majority. They sat amongst each other and just talked, not performing any ritual of sexual delight upon one another. I stopped to consider these two, and the Matron smiled and whispered to me. “This is a safe space for the youngsters just getting into adulthood roles,” she notes. “Many are confused as their parents grew up in the old ways. Even if the long-adults of our tribe are acclimating to new standards, their ways of raising come from the ancient traditions.”
I never considered the long-term effects of how my new teachings would fundamentally alter how our society worked. It was definitely a consideration only for my own personal advancement—the thoughts I had swirling within my younger mind kept me from seeing any other concern that might occur.
It is a fundamental flaw upon which a tenuous grasp of reality stands. I ruminated on it as I watched kobolds heal from generations of forced breeding.
“It’s a difficult and long process to change the world's ways,” the Matron said, wrapping her arms around me. Despite her lesser years, her wisdom holds true. There is much more work to be done to grant the kobolds of the Dragon’s Heir true sexual freedom. Until then, know that so much happiness and healing is happening in such a short amount of time.”
That may be a good thought. But at that moment, I didn’t have the heart to tell her the deep concerns that were going on in my mind. Despite doing everything and providing so much for the Dragon’s Heir tribe, there is still one underlying fundamental fact that many here don’t seem to understand.
I keep it a terrible secret and publish it only for my readers; perhaps they will see it only when they are ready to.
I may have granted new life and new opportunities to so many kobolds and so many others, but the fact of the matter remains as thus: I only do this for myself. I am a selfish kobold who seeks self-gratification, collecting friends like the dragon that hoards its treasure.
If that is considered evil in the eyes of some, then so be it.


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If I were to visit the Dragon’s Heir tribe, it would be only a matter of time before I find myself in the presence of the tribe’s leader and close friend, Queen Tikana.
When I was brought to her room, she sat upon her mound of gold, emulating the dragon she was always so desperate to be. After all, why shouldn’t she be a dragon? The tribe had spent generations of selective breeding just to make one. Here she is—the closest thing they had ever conceived—the crown jewel of their accomplishment and the one whose full potential to spread divinity onto the future generation rested upon her shoulders.
This is, of course, concerning. When she chose to continue the genetic line, upon our meeting, I saw the fruits of that labor straight up in the form of an egg. She caressed the thing tenderly, cooing into it and nuzzling her cheek upon the shell.
It’s not the standard course for the mother to have such a close connection to their egg. It is a communal situation in the hatchery where the midwives and matrons take care of all the many needs required for complete and healthy growth.
Watching Tikana nuzzle and coddle the thing all by herself gave me a knot in my stomach.
Perhaps she sensed my discomfort and stared at me with tired eyes. “In all your travels, Tik Tik, have you never once lain a fertile egg?”
“Never,” I replied, “and I shan’t believe I shall with the knowledge I’ve gained.”
‘Thanks to your knowledge, I now understand motherhood's joys. It was something my own mother never knew, whoever she was.” She caresses the shell and presses her nose upon it. “One day soon, this shall hatch, and from it, a great creature, better than I, and it’s all thanks to what you’ve provided us.”
“Ti… My queen,” I had to catch myself more and more when I spoke candidly. I had once been her nestmate, growing up with her as a hatchling. But then I was her servant, most trusted advisor, and now a guest.
What exactly is our relationship? One would think I could simply ask it of her, but it is not her royal standing that kept me from doing so… it was my misgivings about myself and our current status.
She waited for my response. I had her attention. I just needed to make sure that I didn’t waste her time.
“I never approved of your coupling with that villain, but I know it’s not my place to tell you what to do, but I shall never know the so-called joys of motherhood.”
Tikana sighed. “The father had misgivings about you for so long, but after the Tournament, not so much. Things are different now. If you just talk to her.” She stops and shakes her head. “No, let us not speak of that. How about you? Surely, magic will allow you to pass on your amazing intelligence, just as I will pass down my superior scales and wings.”
“And the chronic pain you have in your crown?” I asked her, pointing to the many horns that point inward toward each other. “Where it is difficult to clean, and the doctors must trim and scrape? Or how about your poor eyesight, inability to navigate the tunnels of your kingdom, and needing to rely on light sources to see anything? Let’s not forget how your mind differs from others, oh queen.”
Tikana sighed. “Different as your mind is different, Tik Tik?” She drapes her arms over the egg, wrapping her legs around it. “Every time we meet now, it’s the same tired situation. Don’t you ever miss how things used to be?”
“One cannot mend things because they want them to be a certain way. We are two different creatures now, with our goals much different than before.”
“And yet, you still help us in your own way. How is Quiquan doing?”
“I’ll be sure to write a report for you when I can,” I responded. “In the meanwhile, isn’t that little one a little late?”
“Oh, Elicia said it was natural for one with a godlike heritage like this one,” the queen says. Her tender, loving gaze made me sick as I stared at her. The haughty, holier-than-thou woman I once knew had changed. Part of me wondered if part of that was the spell the enchanting elf had placed upon my lifelong friend or if this is what motherhood does to someone. It isn’t something I have much experience with. And if this is the spell that it puts one under, it is something I am not so interested in.”
I bowed before Tikana and bid her adieu, believing there was nothing else to discuss. She was the one to lift her head and beckon me to remain.
“I know you have your differences with Elicia in the past, but she has granted me a gift far beyond anything I could find within our tribe, and in her last visit, she expressed her remorse for all the wrongs she had done to you.”
“Does that include impregnating you simply to get under my skin?”
Tikana frowned at that, her grip on the egg tightening. “Oh, so you’re returning to that, are you?”
“It is the truth, is it not? She made you subservient to her so she could boast it before me.”
Tikana scoffs. “If you have nothing else to say to me but these tired accusations, you may leave. In fact…” She took a deep breath and then bellowed, her roar reverberating throughout the cavern. Once the sound and the vibration stopped rumbling through my chest, she paused and stared me down, swelling. “You can bring up your complaints to the guards.
Resigning myself to what was to come, I lifted my hands, placed them behind my head, and slowly turned around to face the incoming guards.


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I was the guards' model detainee, pulled away from the queen’s quarters and taken to the holding cells in some of the upper areas of the kingdom. For the most part, if anyone wanted to break the mores of our land, they would relocate to a different portion of the kingdom, where they would be put to work doing something out of their depth under the harsh eye of another kobold leader.
Sometimes, if the punishment was egregious, the kobold would be tussled up and thrown to the breeding pits.
I know all about that system, of course, as I had gone through the threat of being thrown in the breeding grounds and used to slake the lusts of those who weren’t prescribed as “good enough” for the heritage the matrons were cultivating. Luckily, my relationship with the queen spared me from such a fate.
The problem now is that the breeding-room punishment was abolished, and my current standing with the Queen is why I was there in the first place. I must admit I was pretty concerned when I was thrown into the tunnel and chained up with manacles that lifted my arms over my head and locked my legs down to the ground, keeping me sitting but not relaxed.
It wasn’t long, of course, before I was visited by the captain of the guards. Kishe's impressive form towered over my ground-bound form, her broad shoulders and tall bearing overshadowing me. Her one good eye stared down, its furrow matching the frown in intensity, disappointed at me.
“How you doing?” I chirped, keeping up a positive attitude.
“You really know how to piss off the Queen, don’t you?”
“Only enough for me to get a light slap on the wrist.”
Kishke sighed and collapsed beside me, leaning her back against the wall and rolling her head. “You two don’t mix well at all… not anymore.”
“I hear you mix with Prakibak quite well, though,” I teased.
She never did have a comfortable understanding of me, which is always such a fun thing to try to mess with her head.
“Well, I don’t know who told you that,” Kishke said. But yeah. Poor guy talks a big game. It took him forever to stop yapping about you.”
“Were you giving him reasons to forget me?”
She snorts. “No one could ever forget you, Tik Tik. Not here in the Dragon’s Heir. You’ll be a legendary figure, one way or another. But yeah, I give him something to think about sometimes. Such a tough guy likes to be on the bottom. Funny.”
“Ooh, so you like it on top?” I inquired.
“Are you coming onto me?” Kishke asked.
“Would you be interested?” I replied, shaking my arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Nah, not while you’re held here. We need to figure out what we’re gonna do to you.”
“Kick me out again? Send me to a faraway place? I am a traveler now. That isn’t going to bother me.”
She snorted. “No, I don’t think it would. But it’s probably the best way to keep you from getting on the Queen’s bad side for too long.”
“I guess my trip home is cut short.”
“Yeah. Would have loved to hang out more.”
I shrugged. “I have a lot of things I need to do–kobolds I need to help out at home, including Quiquan.”
Kishke steps forward and grabs my chains, yanking me to stand up. “You’re not torturing the poor girl, are you?”
“What? Me? Of course not.”
She rolled her eyes. “Ever the little brat, aren’t you? Come on, now.” She wrapped one large arm around me, lifting me up, carried like a ball. She then marched me away, higher and higher.
“We try to do some more rehabilitation now,” she said. “Interrogate the rule breaker and get to the root of their problem. We move them to a place where they’d be happy, and you know what? Shit like that usually works.”
We stepped out into the moonlit night, and Kishke plopped me down at the mouth of the cave—the very same one I left when I made my first steps into the outer world.
“Of course. We only exile the most troublesome of troublemakers,” Quiquan said, standing there with her arms folded over her chest. “For someone like you, we rehabilitate by putting you somewhere better suited for their troublesome attitudes.”
I stood up, slipping free of the bonds with no problem, thanks to the spell I had put upon myself. Kishke smirked at my forethought, and I pulled my hood up over my head.
“Yes, well, aren’t you just so full of wisdom today,” I applauded her.
“Someone’s gotta be around here.”
With that conversation, I left my old home of the Dragon’s Heir tribe. There are places I would love to return to—friends I’d like to see. Still, while it is fun to meet everyone again, it is more than evident to me that things are very different. I cannot keep up nor handle things that are so similar, despite all the teachings I have endeavored to change.
That may be why uperworlders tend to leave their home when they come of age. The independent drive endemic to their cultures means that they all shall inevitably rub each other the wrong way.
And I, of course, am more interested in the correct way of rubbing one another.
So back it is then, to my tower and to my studies.
I have far too many people to take care of there.


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Upon my return to my tower, I was greeted by my three apprentices. There is Quiquan, my old acquaintance and rival. Asuka is a canine kobold from the Far East, and Seppel is an old house kobold.
Asuka bowed before me with the courteous flair of one used to service. Seppel answered, “How do you do?” and offered to take my things.
Quiquan, however, folded her arms over her chest and blurted out immediately her inquiries about the state of our shared tribe.
I assured her everything was fine over there. After such an arduous journey, I retired to the baths for a long and relaxing soak. Since I lost my instantaneous teleportation, travels have been quite time-consuming. Such is the cost of not wishing to remain still in one place.
Luckily for me, the destination is only a tiny step of the journey, and the roads traveled are often much more exciting and filled with insight and chance encounters far more intriguing than the initial goal could ever be.
But I write about all of those in other pieces. Here, we are talking about my return home and my trip to my baths.
Soaking in the warm water and surrounded by the steam in the room, I could have no other care. But, I found that I was not alone when I submerged and re-emerged, letting the water cling to my scales and knocking away all the dirt and grime.
The blue scales of Quiquan graced my presence as she stepped into the opposite end of the pool. Her emerald eyes fixed on me with a judgmental gaze.
“The Queen didn’t call me back?”
I giggled and swam close to her, our noses nearly pressing. She didn’t pull away, instead standing her ground as she kept her gaze fixed on me.
“You haven’t learned enough yet. You still have a dislike for the sexy.”
“I have a disdain,” she retorted, sloshing aside, “for your shenanigans!”
“And yet, you’re the one who cuts corners. You’re the one who gets sloppy and makes mistakes, and you’re the one who pretends they are the one with the firm grip on things.” Tik Tik sloshes toward her, placing a hand behind her and another on her hip. “You lack understanding of your limitations because you are so focused on being better than me that you can’t look at your failures.”
Quiquan blushed under my penetrating gaze and probing questions, the apprentice wizard stammering to try to respond. However, I interrupted her by gripping her chin and tilting her face to look at me. “Remember, you can become great if you admit your faults.”
“Wha… wuh…?”
I let go of her cheeks, slipping back and motioning her to speak.
“What about your faults?” She snapped, crossing her hands over her chest and glowering at me.
I sighed. “I’ve had a hectic time and a very trying time. I don’t have time for any more fighting.”
“You avoid conflict all the time, Tik Tik,” she snapped, sloshing toward me and circling me.
“Is that so?” I asked, standing to my full height, about waist-level in the water.
She followed me, stepping around me. “You may have designed some of the best traps in the tribe, but who was the one to clean and maintain them? Even now, I clean up after you. You’d think by looking at you that great genius comes from great carelessness, but that isn’t true.”
Quiquan placed a hand square on her chest, puffing herself up and squeaking with an authority I had seen many kobolds exercise repeatedly. “I will do what I can to be a great wizard for my people and lead them to prosperity. If that means learning from a selfish lizard like you, then so be it! Even if that means you will never learn, at least I will!”
Hearing her bold proclamation, I sank back into the water, sighing and draping my arms over the edge. “You know what? You’re right. Why don’t you go and improve yourself and our people? Let me be who I am, and I’ll let you be who you are.”
She slipped down, following my lead. “It doesn’t mean I will agree with your decisions or the chaos you bring to your abode.”
“You don’t have to agree with me,” I responded, splashing the water between my fingers. “You just have to learn from me and try, but fail, to surpass me.”
She huffed. “Such arrogance. No wonder you butted heads with the Queen so much. There’s no room for a mighty dragon to have someone who thinks she’s a dragon in her house?”
“Someone who thinks she’s a dragon, you say?” I couldn’t help myself then. After all, it was a bit of a guilty pleasure and continues to flesh my magic in ways that would give them the most impact. So, with the magical transmutation that I had mastered over many studies, I stood up, taller than before, water dripping down my lengthening form until I loomed high over the little kobold, my body magnificent, curved, and more to the liking of many outsiders who prefer a girl their own size.
Quiquan stared up at me with a quivering gaze, so small despite being so proud just a moment ago.
I lifted my mighty dragon-arm, and she floated up from the air, picked up by my might and cradled in my now-pronounced chest. With a sneer and a growl, I nuzzled against her and whispered to my little apprentice, “Know that one day you shall be able to accomplish this and many other things. And when that time comes, I want you to make sure you use it properly, alright?”
“A… and how would I do that?”
“How else?” I responded, booping her snoot with a giant claw. “By giving me a day of unceasing pleasure, of course!”
I let the little kobold down and stepped out of the water, grabbing the towel and returning to my natural size. A bath is nice, but I should do many other important things at home, including seeing the rest of my staff.
There is time later for fun with my aspirational apprentice.


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Asuka is a beautiful and exotic creature, indeed. I had never heard of a canine kobold until my run-in with a rather valiant one during the Tournament of Pleasure. Since then, she has been the only one I have seen.
Learning her customs and history was a slight struggle at first. It is fortunate that we share the same yipping language, and we were able to speak it many times.
She was delighted to show me her people's traditions on one such occasion. So we sat together on our knees on a mat of reeds while wearing long robes of fine silk woven in intricate patterns. Before she sat a tea and it was in the preparation of such tea that she spoke with me.
“I had been sold by my people,” she said, sad in her gaze. Her eyes were dark and soulful as she lifted the pot delicately to make an art of it.
When she poured the water into the powdered leaves and whisked it, the ritual had a practiced purpose. “Never again do I intend to see my homeland. If I did, it would cause far too much heartache.
“I’m sorry if that bothers you,” I said, taking the offered tea and sipping gently. “But here, you will find a renewed purpose, and I am happy to give that to you. But, I must admit something.”
“What is that?”
“I have never been someone’s mistress before… not in the way you want me to be. You are no slave to me. I wish only to have you as a friend… perhaps a pupil, at most.”
Asuka paused, hanging her head low. “As if I deserve the kindness afforded to me,” she replied, gripping her clothes and gritting her teeth.
“Everyone deserves kindness,” I assured her, and having enjoyed the taste of her tea, I volunteered to taste more. I crawled before her, making sure not to mess with her delicate set, and held her by her shoulders. Pushing her down, I climbed atop her, our garments falling to the wayside as sashes spilled and scales and fur were exposed.
It was good, then, to have a simple time, bringing our bodies together, my mouth caressing her furred neck, my knee brought between her wanting legs.
She shuddered, her delight apparent in the sighs and wanting breaths that rose up from her body. Much like she had a ritual for her tea ceremony, I had a way of playing with my partners, fingers swirling here, mouth caressing there. It is a practiced technique, indeed, and I offered it to her at that moment.
“Is my entire worth the weight of my body?” she asked, this between her huffs as I pulled her to my lap, her back pressed against my chest.
As scaled and clawed fingers rubbed over her exposed stomach, her worries melted away as she was left with a whimpering that filled the air.
“Our bodies are key to our souls,” I said, “if you believe in such a thing.”
“Y… you do not?” she asked, a strange disappointment upon her voice.
“I’ve been groped by ghosts enough times to expect a continued existence to be inevitable,” I said, “but us, who we are in this moment, will never transcend our bodies,” I said, whispering to her ear. “They will hardly survive this encounter—if at all.”
“Such wisdom,” she groaned as fingers found their way between her legs, the middle digit sliding in as the two end fingers pulled her lips apart. As for my palm, well, that was explicitly used to rub against her hood, giving her the stimulation she needed to writhe around in that whimpering mewling she had given me earlier.
“One gains a lot of wisdom with age,” I cooed, “and life will have an end at one point. Best to give everyone the knowledge to ensure it survives you, don’t you think?”
“I ah, never thought. Hm… of such things!” she admitted.
“You are young still,” I purred, ‘but not too young to enjoy the fruits of delight,” I teased, licking against her cheek. “But you are exotic, and I love that.”
The huskiness in my voice sent a shiver down her spine. I could feel every inch of it with her pressed to my chest.  She was oh-so-needy and one who desired the loss of control. She desired to be put in a place of servitude. And she was one whose traumas had led her to such a place.
I told her none of this, for she wanted nothing more than to please me that evening, even if that pleasure was in me pleasing her.
My hand and my words satisfied her the first time, and then I moved on to using my mouth, my tail, and my womanhood. Each time, she kept up with me. She insisted on using so many honorifics and insisting that I be treated as a goddess.
I must admit that role-playing is magnificent, but that is not who I am. I am a scholar and a friend… a friend who will take opportunities to use my friends’ desires, indeed, but a friend nonetheless.
And if there is an afterlife and judgment for me, well, then the judge better be prepared for me to engage in spiritual sex with them, too!