Sometimes, my fame affords me joys, such as being invited to various experiences. And while I may not write about them here in my journals, I enjoy each and everyone, especially when they lead to such enriching encounters after the face.
Tarka had invited me to join her in a hunt. While I had little experience as a trapmaker in stalking prey, I found the experience quite enlightening. We ate, drank, and were merry, and Tarka directed me to her people’s hot springs to cleanse myself before my journey home.
Eagerly, after a long night’s stalking and partying, I shed my clothing and slipped into the natural pool, letting the water soothe my scales. The only thing that could be better would be close, intimate companionship.
How happy I was that Tarka would arrive. The dragon-descended kobold stood a whole foot taller than me, smiling as she watched me bathe.
I bid her to join me, and the black-and-green striped beauty eagerly shed her armor and hood, doing so with such speed and grace as to prove her eagerness.
When she slipped into the pool, Tarka immediately wrapped that thick, muscular tail around me, pulling my flat underbelly up against her full breasts, her hands pressed to my back, holding me almost possessively.
I shuddered as I stared into her nearly glowing eyes, rolling out my tongue and flicking it against her chin. There was no need for words, for we had spent such a day together. When she opened her maw, I eagerly locked my tongue with hers, wrapping my arms and legs around her for the support I so desperately craved.
Tarka sat back in the pool, letting me sit atop her, her hands reaching down to my buttocks and gripping and rolling my cheeks in her grasp. A deep purring growl rose from her chest, a wild passion that could only come from those living so close to nature.
It was intoxicating to feel her hold me so tightly and to have that tongue slip so far down into my throat past my own. I rubbed against her, our smooth scales making a delightful texture that only two with such anatomy can share.
But as a hunter, she is not content with having only part of her prize. With her prodigious strength, Tarka lifted me up and walked me toward the edge, laying me down so she could kneel in the water and lean forward.
I couldn’t believe it when she planted her tongue between my legs, staring up at me, possessively feasting on the delights of my body.
For a kobold as strong and tall as her, what else is there but for me to be taken so by her possessiveness and prowess? How could I not squeal and squirm as she ate me out, her tongue dancing to the most sensitive region within me, lashing at it with such aggression and precision. When she had used her bow, her strikes aimed true. It is the same here. She can slay my sex with her skill, leaving me nothing but a quivering, moaning pile, spiling not my blood but my delight for her, mixing with the fluid of the spring.
Satisfied with my taste but not finished with me, Tarka climbed up and grabbed my leg, holding my thigh to her chest as she slid up between my legs. When her sex pressed against mine, I knew that she would take me over and over again until she was fully satisfied.
Her coos and cries of delight as we rubbed against one another shall remain in my mind whenever I think of the hunt, for her exultations are the same, both in a successful capture or kill and a triumphant climax.
For a strong hunter like her, I can only assume that to have a female such as I underneath her, pussies mashing together, is the same as when a quarry is trapped and struck true.
How long did we grind against one another in the warmth and tranquility of the springs? It is not something I could have kept track of in my compromised state, but I know that we switched up our positions time after time. Each one was led by the influential leader that Tarka is, her tongue and her hands all over me, her tail holding me and stroking me and penetrating me.
I could put so many things into this journal, yet I need more time to do any of them. It’s because I am still here, among her tribe, for an extended stay, and the mountain of muscle and feminine delight is still here by my side. I only had the scant moments to write down my current observations, but she stirred, grumbling and ready for wakefulness. Knowing that at any moment, Tarka will awaken and claim me once more brings me to the edge of my seat.
I swish my tail back and forth to tease her back to the waking world. If I suddenly stop writing, I know this has been a successful endeavor. I just hope that something necessary can come out of this writing as I tickle at her tit, swirling a tail at her nipple, and soon move the tip to her nose, where indeed I will find myself waking her up and then--