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Check out their part of the trade here!", "writing": "“Come on, Rallis. It’s what they’re there for. I mean, just look around you.”\n\nBetween the three dragonborn seated at the table, the wizard looked the most out of place. Not that he did not fit in – the Slimy Lizard catered specifically to the group’s shared species – but rather that he seemed somewhat uncomfortable with the air of the tavern. He shifted where he sat, legs together underneath the table rather than adopting the same posture as one of his fellows, with back to the surface, elbows back, knees spread, skirts and loincloth lifted.\n\nThese were all things Rallis had seen countless times before, adventuring with these two for so many years now, but still he found himself glancing away from their bared underbellies and genital slits, Dova even showing a little bit of arousal as he downed what had to be his sixth tankard tonight. 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Large, long ears perked up; the smaller reptilian visibly brightened at the attention. “C’mere. Need to use you.”\n\n“Yes, sir,” the reptile murmured, bowing his head. He approached, braced his little hands on the front of Dova’s stool, and knelt down a bit, then parted his jaw open between the fighter’s legs, eyes fixed at the little point of warm pink protruding from within his slight. “Anything for you, sir…”\n\nRallis grimaced as he watched, and tried to hide his disdain through taking another swig of his own drink – but then Dova tilted his head back, groaned, sighed… and the first of his stream of piss trickled out from his tip, splashed across the front of the chair, and then finally sprayed into the attending server’s mouth, and seeing it instantly changed the taste of the beer. The wizard nearly choked on it, swallowed it down, and placed his tankard back on the table; he wanted to look away but couldn’t, watching the way that the kobold’s eyes fluttered shut and how he opened his mouth further, how Dova dropped his other hand to that perfect spot between large ears and larger horns, how he tugged the server in closer so that those parted lips settled in around his slit.\n\nEven beneath the general din of the tavern’s main room he could hear the fervent, forceful swallows pushing through the small reptile’s body, his cheeks ballooning out with the sheer amount of dragonborn mark flowing across his tongue, throat pulsing out with each mouthful and a half. Long-fingered hands reached up to grasp at Dova’s thighs for support, with the fighter just tugging the server more firmly down between his legs; he leaned back on the table, wet his lips, sighed out with sweet, delicious relief, and then finally released his eager attendant, who still remained in place for a moment longer. The kobold squirmed a little bit, shivered, then finally drew back, pale yellow dripping from his chin before he flicked his tongue out and lapped it off.\n\n“That’ll certainly get you a tip,” Dova rumbled, pointedly ignoring how his own revealed tip had now grown further. The kobold looked up at him with eager adoration, leaning in to lap off the last dribble of fresh mark coursing down along his revealed length; the fighter sighed softly, lifted up, grinded in against the short muzzle, then settled back down again and moved to return to the table. “And bring me another round, if you would.”\n\n“Yes, sir. Anything for you, sir.”\n\nDova caught Rallis’s eye as the server hustled off – and the wizard immediately turned the other way towards the much more mild-mannered Sola instead. The rogue generally kept to himself, and now clasped his own tankard in between both hands, head lowered, eyes closed, mouth set in steady contemplation.\n\n“Sola,” the wizard whined, “can’t we just go outside to… take care of this? It just feels so unsanitary, not to mention rude to them, and-”\n\nThe rogue lifted one finger alongside a sharp glance Rallis’s way, then resumed his contemplation. He set his jaw, took in a breath, sighed it back out, and then after a moment straightened up, let a quick shiver bounce through his body, then let out a moan of relief – and shifted as another kobold slid her way out from her original place underneath the table, wiping the last of the rogue’s mark from where it had spilled along her chin. At least, Rallis thought that one was a she; it could be hard to tell with the kobolds.\n\n“Sorry.” Sola looked after the smaller reptilian, smiled at her when she curtsied – the servers were all fully naked, of course, with many of the so-equipped ones freely displaying their personal enjoyment of their jobs – and then turned back to the wizard. “Been holding that since before we got here. What were you saying?”\n\nHe stared. “I just – don’t think it’s-” And then the scent wafted around and hit him, the spicy, bittersweet touch of the booze alongside the much higher, sharper, more pungent tang of dragonborn piss both fresh and stale, all of the other patrons alongside them making free usage of the kobolds’ maws as needed. “-proper to-”\n\n“You need to go, don’t you?” This from Dova at his other arm. Rallis turned to stare at him. “I heard what you said. I see you squirming. That’s literally what they’re there for, Ral. It’s been a long day, we’ve been on the road a long time, we just wanna get off our feet – not back on them to go take a piss. Here-” And he raised his still empty tankard and whistled again. “You. You. Come over here. Our wizard’s bladder needs emptying.”\n\n“Oh – no-” Rallis turned and raised his hands towards the approaching kobold. “No, no, no. No, thank you. I’m okay, really, I’ll just-”\n\nThen Sola’s hand came down on his shoulder from behind, pushing him back down to the stool. “C’mon,” the rogue murmured, voice smooth, “just give it a try. They’re supposed to fit under the table so you don’t have to worry about stage fright or anything. Just – turn this way, good, and… spread your legs, and…”\n\nStill Rallis tried to scoot away, tried to nudge the kobold out from underneath where he had crawled, but then those eager little hands nudged his thighs apart further, and he felt dexterous fingers flip the hem of his robe up and over, and then a little puff of warm breath across his admittedly tense, tingling slit, the imposing presence of his full bladder starting to send little tickles through his lower abdomen. At his other side Dova accepted a new tankard from the same kobold who had just attended to him, then turned to watch; Sola had one arm underneath the table, likely helping the kobold into place.\n\n“It’s really no big deal,” Dova explained in between sips. “They’ll handle everything. All you have to do is move forward – yeah, like that – then, y’know, close your eyes… take a breath…”\n\nI can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I- Another puff of breath, and he could swear he felt the kobold settle into place. -oh, gods, oh, gods, it’s getting bad, I don’t think I’ll – be able to-\n\n“...and then just… let it go.”\n\nRallis gritted his teeth, arched his back, tried to tamp down the approaching flood – and failed. First it started as a quick, spraying squirt, then a second smaller spray, and then when he sighed through flaring nostrils, his mark strengthened into a full, flowing stream. It felt so wrong to release like this, right here in the middle of a tavern with so many other adventurers around, but… as he settled into the rhythm of the relief, as the full, hot pressure inside of him gradually began to leak out, he realized that nobody even thought to look at him.\n\nThe wizard expected to hear the trickle of his piss across the floor, but no such thing came. There remained only the bustle of conversation, the clatter of drinkware, the scuffling of clawed feet across the open floor… the rhythmic, eager swallowing of this small reptilian between his legs, the server’s hands grasping the front of his stool, his lips now sealed in around his slit just as he had seen the other do for Dova.\n\nAnd it felt good being able to drain himself out like this, though Rallis still struggled with the thought that he wouldn’t spill. He leaned forward across the table, dropping his muzzle into his hand, closing his eyes to sink deeper into the needed relief: he could feel the kobold let his maw fill up with the dragonborn’s fresh mark, the silken heat of his own piss splashing back against his scales, and then each full swallow reversed that pressure for a split second so that his stream paused, and the sensation of urgency once more flashed inside of him, and then the relief began all over again.\n\n“Oh…” he breathed, now settling his chin to the surface of the table. Rallis covered his snout with his hand, fingers splayed. “Oh, gods, I guess I… drank a lot more than I thought I had, I’m…”\n\nAnd still the kobold dutifully served him, the little reptile’s tongue flicking out along the lower boundary of his slit, diving just barely inside between the folds of smooth scales and leather skin beneath, more easing his relief along rather than seeking to pleasure him. There was no way that Rallis could have resisted the pleasure, though: even with his two fellows watching him, Sola hiding his smug grin behind his mug, Dova making no effort to suppress his joy, he had no trouble in continuing to empty out, that pressure swiftly lightening, the urgency dwindling, the relief continuing to spread throughout his body until, without realizing it, he had dropped his other hand beneath the table to tug the kobold’s snout closer between his legs.\n\nAfter each swallow came a thick, hot puff of breath against the scales of his belly, Rallis imagining that he could feel the extra warmth from his fresh mark searing down the reptile’s throat, swirling in his belly, filling him up.\n\nAs the wizard approached the end of his fill he straightened back up, pushed so far forward along his stool that it wobbled onto its front legs, then finally released the kobold’s head. The server still remained down around him even after he had finished, tongue flicking up to catch the last few squirts and dribbles, Rallis working the muscles to squeeze the rest out; and then the smaller reptile drew back, scampered out from underneath the table, and dropped into a polite bow as he wiped the drips from his chin.\n\n“Thank you, sir,” he purred, “anything else, sir?”\n\n“I-” He rocked backwards as Dova reached over the kobold’s head to clap the other dragonborn on the shoulder. Sola reached forward as well and nudged his wrist. Rallis looked between the two of them, breath short, heart thumping, arousal stirring – then swallowed and looked back down to the kobold, who watched him with eager, glittering eyes. “Another round, perhaps?”\n\n“Just one?”\n\nRallis paused. “Yes, but – keep them coming, I think.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Come on, Rallis. It’s what they’re there for. I mean, just look around you.”

Between the three dragonborn seated at the table, the wizard looked the most out of place. Not that he did not fit in – the Slimy Lizard catered specifically to the group’s shared species – but rather that he seemed somewhat uncomfortable with the air of the tavern. He shifted where he sat, legs together underneath the table rather than adopting the same posture as one of his fellows, with back to the surface, elbows back, knees spread, skirts and loincloth lifted.

These were all things Rallis had seen countless times before, adventuring with these two for so many years now, but still he found himself glancing away from their bared underbellies and genital slits, Dova even showing a little bit of arousal as he downed what had to be his sixth tankard tonight. The fighter breathed out a sizzling belch of satisfaction, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and then waved the emptied tankard in the air.

“Smell that air,” the fighter called, and then demonstrated. “Aah. Isn’t that nice?”

Rallis grumbled. He pulled himself inward. “Smells like piss and beer.”

“That’s how you know it’s a good tavern! It’s got character. And these little… bits of eye candy running around, I…”

The wizard did not need to look to know what had caught Dova’s attention. The other dragonborn’s head turned with the movement of one of the inn’s servers, a sleek, small kobold who barely came up to waist height with the adventuring party where they sat. Bright eyes flashed Rallis’s way, then towards Sola at the other end, and then the fighter pursed his lips, whistled – and pushed his lower body closer to the edge of the stool.

“Hey,” he went on, and motioned towards the passing kobold. Large, long ears perked up; the smaller reptilian visibly brightened at the attention. “C’mere. Need to use you.”

“Yes, sir,” the reptile murmured, bowing his head. He approached, braced his little hands on the front of Dova’s stool, and knelt down a bit, then parted his jaw open between the fighter’s legs, eyes fixed at the little point of warm pink protruding from within his slight. “Anything for you, sir…”

Rallis grimaced as he watched, and tried to hide his disdain through taking another swig of his own drink – but then Dova tilted his head back, groaned, sighed… and the first of his stream of piss trickled out from his tip, splashed across the front of the chair, and then finally sprayed into the attending server’s mouth, and seeing it instantly changed the taste of the beer. The wizard nearly choked on it, swallowed it down, and placed his tankard back on the table; he wanted to look away but couldn’t, watching the way that the kobold’s eyes fluttered shut and how he opened his mouth further, how Dova dropped his other hand to that perfect spot between large ears and larger horns, how he tugged the server in closer so that those parted lips settled in around his slit.

Even beneath the general din of the tavern’s main room he could hear the fervent, forceful swallows pushing through the small reptile’s body, his cheeks ballooning out with the sheer amount of dragonborn mark flowing across his tongue, throat pulsing out with each mouthful and a half. Long-fingered hands reached up to grasp at Dova’s thighs for support, with the fighter just tugging the server more firmly down between his legs; he leaned back on the table, wet his lips, sighed out with sweet, delicious relief, and then finally released his eager attendant, who still remained in place for a moment longer. The kobold squirmed a little bit, shivered, then finally drew back, pale yellow dripping from his chin before he flicked his tongue out and lapped it off.

“That’ll certainly get you a tip,” Dova rumbled, pointedly ignoring how his own revealed tip had now grown further. The kobold looked up at him with eager adoration, leaning in to lap off the last dribble of fresh mark coursing down along his revealed length; the fighter sighed softly, lifted up, grinded in against the short muzzle, then settled back down again and moved to return to the table. “And bring me another round, if you would.”

“Yes, sir. Anything for you, sir.”

Dova caught Rallis’s eye as the server hustled off – and the wizard immediately turned the other way towards the much more mild-mannered Sola instead. The rogue generally kept to himself, and now clasped his own tankard in between both hands, head lowered, eyes closed, mouth set in steady contemplation.

“Sola,” the wizard whined, “can’t we just go outside to… take care of this? It just feels so unsanitary, not to mention rude to them, and-”

The rogue lifted one finger alongside a sharp glance Rallis’s way, then resumed his contemplation. He set his jaw, took in a breath, sighed it back out, and then after a moment straightened up, let a quick shiver bounce through his body, then let out a moan of relief – and shifted as another kobold slid her way out from her original place underneath the table, wiping the last of the rogue’s mark from where it had spilled along her chin. At least, Rallis thought that one was a she; it could be hard to tell with the kobolds.

“Sorry.” Sola looked after the smaller reptilian, smiled at her when she curtsied – the servers were all fully naked, of course, with many of the so-equipped ones freely displaying their personal enjoyment of their jobs – and then turned back to the wizard. “Been holding that since before we got here. What were you saying?”

He stared. “I just – don’t think it’s-” And then the scent wafted around and hit him, the spicy, bittersweet touch of the booze alongside the much higher, sharper, more pungent tang of dragonborn piss both fresh and stale, all of the other patrons alongside them making free usage of the kobolds’ maws as needed. “-proper to-”

“You need to go, don’t you?” This from Dova at his other arm. Rallis turned to stare at him. “I heard what you said. I see you squirming. That’s literally what they’re there for, Ral. It’s been a long day, we’ve been on the road a long time, we just wanna get off our feet – not back on them to go take a piss. Here-” And he raised his still empty tankard and whistled again. “You. You. Come over here. Our wizard’s bladder needs emptying.”

“Oh – no-” Rallis turned and raised his hands towards the approaching kobold. “No, no, no. No, thank you. I’m okay, really, I’ll just-”

Then Sola’s hand came down on his shoulder from behind, pushing him back down to the stool. “C’mon,” the rogue murmured, voice smooth, “just give it a try. They’re supposed to fit under the table so you don’t have to worry about stage fright or anything. Just – turn this way, good, and… spread your legs, and…”

Still Rallis tried to scoot away, tried to nudge the kobold out from underneath where he had crawled, but then those eager little hands nudged his thighs apart further, and he felt dexterous fingers flip the hem of his robe up and over, and then a little puff of warm breath across his admittedly tense, tingling slit, the imposing presence of his full bladder starting to send little tickles through his lower abdomen. At his other side Dova accepted a new tankard from the same kobold who had just attended to him, then turned to watch; Sola had one arm underneath the table, likely helping the kobold into place.

“It’s really no big deal,” Dova explained in between sips. “They’ll handle everything. All you have to do is move forward – yeah, like that – then, y’know, close your eyes… take a breath…”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I- Another puff of breath, and he could swear he felt the kobold settle into place. -oh, gods, oh, gods, it’s getting bad, I don’t think I’ll – be able to-

“...and then just… let it go.”

Rallis gritted his teeth, arched his back, tried to tamp down the approaching flood – and failed. First it started as a quick, spraying squirt, then a second smaller spray, and then when he sighed through flaring nostrils, his mark strengthened into a full, flowing stream. It felt so wrong to release like this, right here in the middle of a tavern with so many other adventurers around, but… as he settled into the rhythm of the relief, as the full, hot pressure inside of him gradually began to leak out, he realized that nobody even thought to look at him.

The wizard expected to hear the trickle of his piss across the floor, but no such thing came. There remained only the bustle of conversation, the clatter of drinkware, the scuffling of clawed feet across the open floor… the rhythmic, eager swallowing of this small reptilian between his legs, the server’s hands grasping the front of his stool, his lips now sealed in around his slit just as he had seen the other do for Dova.

And it felt good being able to drain himself out like this, though Rallis still struggled with the thought that he wouldn’t spill. He leaned forward across the table, dropping his muzzle into his hand, closing his eyes to sink deeper into the needed relief: he could feel the kobold let his maw fill up with the dragonborn’s fresh mark, the silken heat of his own piss splashing back against his scales, and then each full swallow reversed that pressure for a split second so that his stream paused, and the sensation of urgency once more flashed inside of him, and then the relief began all over again.

“Oh…” he breathed, now settling his chin to the surface of the table. Rallis covered his snout with his hand, fingers splayed. “Oh, gods, I guess I… drank a lot more than I thought I had, I’m…”

And still the kobold dutifully served him, the little reptile’s tongue flicking out along the lower boundary of his slit, diving just barely inside between the folds of smooth scales and leather skin beneath, more easing his relief along rather than seeking to pleasure him. There was no way that Rallis could have resisted the pleasure, though: even with his two fellows watching him, Sola hiding his smug grin behind his mug, Dova making no effort to suppress his joy, he had no trouble in continuing to empty out, that pressure swiftly lightening, the urgency dwindling, the relief continuing to spread throughout his body until, without realizing it, he had dropped his other hand beneath the table to tug the kobold’s snout closer between his legs.

After each swallow came a thick, hot puff of breath against the scales of his belly, Rallis imagining that he could feel the extra warmth from his fresh mark searing down the reptile’s throat, swirling in his belly, filling him up.

As the wizard approached the end of his fill he straightened back up, pushed so far forward along his stool that it wobbled onto its front legs, then finally released the kobold’s head. The server still remained down around him even after he had finished, tongue flicking up to catch the last few squirts and dribbles, Rallis working the muscles to squeeze the rest out; and then the smaller reptile drew back, scampered out from underneath the table, and dropped into a polite bow as he wiped the drips from his chin.

“Thank you, sir,” he purred, “anything else, sir?”

“I-” He rocked backwards as Dova reached over the kobold’s head to clap the other dragonborn on the shoulder. Sola reached forward as well and nudged his wrist. Rallis looked between the two of them, breath short, heart thumping, arousal stirring – then swallowed and looked back down to the kobold, who watched him with eager, glittering eyes. “Another round, perhaps?”

“Just one?”

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