Ill Repute
Cleaver’s Debasement

The rough wooden door creaked open, swinging on deteriorated leather hinges. In the doorframe a small figure peeks into the room, looking about in the soft moonlight creeping in through the dirty window. Her form reached just under three feet tall, yet even she was underwhelmed with the size of the quarters. The drunken form leaning against the wall behind her teetered slightly, if she didn’t get moving he wasn’t going to remain awake much longer. Then again, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
She stepped comfortably into the dimly lit room. Her yellow eyes gathering what little light there was gave her a good view of the sparse room. Barely a ten foot square it had clearly seen better days. The furnishing was limited to a single, very small bed flanked by a small side table beside the headboard and a chest at the foot that was visibly far from secure, even if she had a key that would lock it. The bed and table were made of rough cut lumber and seem to have been made by someone with limited to no carpentry skill.
She closed her eyes, lifting her scaly muzzle to the air she drew in a deep breath. Taking in the overwhelming number of scents, she strained to sort them out. Behind a heavy fog of old alcohol she could detect a thick mix of rotting straw bedding and unwashed bodies. Looking again at the rough bed she groaned, at least she had no fur or hair to pick up any lice. Looking back to her companion as he stumbled into the dark room she shuddered, too bad for him. Humans always seemed to pick up parasites like a lodestone collects iron.
“It's fecking dark in here.” The young man said, swinging the door closed loudly behind him, cutting off the light filtering in from the hall. “Shit.”
With a sigh Cleaver walked to the far wall, where a small lamp was mounted to the wall. She fished a flint striker from her pack as the man clumsily bumped about looking for something to illuminate the room. With a quick flick of the wrist she lit the lamp, adjusting the wick and lowering the shade she turned back to the room.
The man sat at the foot of the bed, staring at her with a lecherous grin, his belt already unbuckled. “Never done it with a kobold before.”
Cleaver sighed again, she really doubted he had ever had any luck in that department before tonight, “Yeah yeah, good for you, getting to check something off your list.” She started to doff her armor, placing the pieces in the chest while the human struggled with removing his boots.
“Aww, no reason to be cold now. I’m sure this will be good for you too.” He said with a grunt, finally getting his feet free of his footwear.
Armor as safely stored as it was going to get, Cleaver quickly removed her under cloth. Modesty was never a strong virtue amongst kobolds, several years working in a mercenary band had done nothing to change that. She always felt just as comfortable in her scales as she did in her armor. She looked over to the man, who was taking in a good look at her small form. For the first time she actually gave the man more than a quick glance. He was younger than she had originally thought, probably in his mid twenties. Fairly muscled, he moved with a near military flow, even as inebriated as he was. Perhaps a town guardsman, or a merchant's bodyguard. While it had definitely been a while since he had seen a proper bath, he was thankfully cleaner than she had feared he would be.
She didn’t know what had led a man like this to try picking up a random kobold at a tavern, especially not to make him offer to pay for her room and drop a coin purse in her claws in exchange for a night of pleasure, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. It had been nearly a month since she had taken a ‘leave of absence’ from the mercenary band that had been her home for most of her life. Apparently, breaking your commanding officers nose when you disagree with a racist remark was not looked upon with much favor.
Her coin purse was getting light and she was looking for any sort of work she could find. Prostituting herself was not something she had ever done before, but you don’t grow up surrounded by a small army of men with questionable morals and limited access to accompanying females without taking a random overly friendly grope or a quick dick behind a barrel every now and then. This was sure to be more of the same, well as soon as a small formality was cleared up.
“All right, you see what you’re getting. Now give me my coin.” She said in her best, don’t mess with me I’m a trained combatant, tone.
“Wazza matter? I already paid for the room. Don’t trust me?” He replied with a coy grin.
In a different setting she felt she could actually like this little perv, but tonight was not a night for forging friendships. Keeping her hands concealed she hopped up onto the bed beside him, but kept moving across towards the side table getting a confused grunt from the man as she slipped through his hands along the way. He was however a bit quicker than she expected, managing to slide one hand down her rump and along the underside of her tail as she passed.
Turning back to him she raised a large butcher’s cleaver, her namesake, brandishing it boldly. She took pleasure in his sudden look of terror before driving the cleaver into the table, leaving the large blade embedded in the splintered wood.
“No, I don’t really trust you. So coins on the table. Then you can have your fun.”
He moved slowly, removing a small purse from his belt he dropped it beside her blade with a satisfying jingle of coin. Standing he quickly began removing his clothing. His shirt came off quickly, then his trousers dropped.
“Ah.” Though Cleaver, that’s why he is going after a kobold instead of another human. “Should probably keep my mouth shut. I doubt he wants to hear how small he is from someone like me.”
At least he wasn’t likely to leave her sore in the morning. It could be tricky taking a male that was twice your height and at least four times your weight. No sense delaying any further, she sat back against what the tavern apparently thought passed for a pillow. Spreading her legs she presented herself to her client.
“All right then, hurry it up and have your fun so I can get some sleep.” She spoke firmly.
She watched as he looked her over again and actually found herself quite pleased to watch his shaft rapidly rising at the sight. She never put much stock in her appearance, especially not when considering other species. Now that she was really looking, he wasn’t all the bad himself. What he was lacking in the size of his package, he made up with a good well muscled build, a strong personality and an expressive face.
Moving forward on all fours he approached her, leaning down on his elbows he placed his hands on either side of her slit. This was new, males usually went right to it, she was spread for him, she couldn’t figure out why he was delaying. Dropping his face to her moist sex he a deep breath. Hey now! She was clean, definitely cleaner than he was. No point in pressing the point.
“You smell great.” He said with a lusty growl.
“I… what?” This was quite new. No male had ever done this to her.
She would have protested the odd behavior but whatever remark she was going to make was cut off with a small squeak as his tongue began running along the underside of her tail, passing over her anus with a quick swirl before following her slit from base to front.
“You taste good too.” He said, licking his lips.
She had no time to question his actions as he went straight back to work. Tonguing her sex slowly, while his hands messaged her rump firmly. This was new, and not at all unpleasant. She hissed softly as she slowly relaxed. The men in the mercenary band had always been looking for a quick way to get off. She had heard sex could be just as good for the woman, but had dismissed that as a myth, since no one had ever tried to make it pleasurable for her.
She hissed softly as he explored her with both his hands and his mouth, gasped when he nipped her lightly, and groaned when he pushed in deep delving into her nethers. This was good. She could scarcely believe her luck, getting paid to actually have a pleasant experience for the first time. Yet, no good things ever last. As quickly as he had started he stopped, leaning up to reveal his clearly eager cock.
“Sorry luv, had a bit too much to drink.” He told her, working his way up the bed to straddle her tail, his member resting on her belly. “If I don’t get to work soon, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”
Pity, she was really enjoying herself… well, enjoying him. “Whatever, get it over with then.” Couldn’t let him know that though now could she.
“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” His eagerness was quite apparent.
He pulled his hips back, aligning his shaft with her slit he pushed forward, glancing off her he slid along her scales, jabbing her in the thigh. A quick reset found him glancing again with a curse. This time however he slid the other way, ending with his dick pressing into her tailhole.
“Ah!” Cleaver had a snarl on her face and a dick in her claws in an instant. “Not that hole if you want to keep your tackle!”
“Sorry, I did say I’ve never done a kobold before.” He explained with a nervous chuckle.
She relaxed her grip on his member, guiding it back to her sex, “Whatever, I’ll guide you, go for it.”
“Right.” He pushed forward, third time being the charm and all, his shaft spread her slit finding its way into her intimate embrace. “Ohhh…. Warm. I didn’t think you would be so warm.”
She fought back a groan as he penetrated her. She didn’t mind sex, her experience with it hadn’t been bad really, just not good either. It always left her a bit uncomfortable to be so thoroughly used by someone. Just a toy for them to take a fun ride with, then toss away. She always had to battle some negative emotions as it started. This time however, her partner was fortunately not large enough to stretch her to an uncomfortable level. She found it much easier to get herself to relax as he hilted himself into her.
He started off slow, working his shaft back and forth, but as he found his rhythm his speed picked up steadily. Soon he had her forced into the moldy straw mattress, spread wide open as he pounded her small body with all the vigor he could muster. The bed frame complained loudly as did the floorboards. Cleaver could hear the occupants in the neighboring room take notice. She added thin walls to her ever growing list of reasons to never come back to this tavern.
One of the interesting parts of growing up in a mercenary band was getting to know so many different races. While towns and cities tended to be made up of one or two races, mercenaries usually took in whoever they could. This led to some interesting assortments of the worst kind of people. Cleaver had, as such, gained a good idea of what it was like to find yourself on the receiving end of a pounding from a lot of different species.
Humans were pretty much smack dab in the middle. Not too big, not too heavy but they did tend to be quite energetic. This young man was no exception, bouncing hard into her, she could both feel and hear his balls slapping her tail base. Laying his weight on her she felt herself being pinned uncomfortably to the bed. As his tempo increased he was putting less and less effort into staying properly mounted and was instead crushing her to the point she could no longer breath.
She wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. She needed him to finish and get off of her before she passed out, or he dislocated her hips. Years spent around way too many horny males had given her a pretty good idea of how to get him to pop. She reached her hands down, wrapping around him until she could just barely get a grip on his ass. Squeezing her claws into his rump she twisted her head around, flicking her tongue out she searched his chest until she found what she was looking for, latching her teeth lightly on a nipple.
He tensed quickly, gasping so sharply she thought for a second she had overdone it. With a heavy groan he stopped bucking his hips, and instead drove them forward, his full body twitching as he pumped her full of his seed for what felt like an eternity. She was honestly impressed with the volume she could feel warming her from the inside out as it spilled forth, dripping down her ass and tail.
Well, that was that. Now she had got him off in her, she could get him off of her. Slapping him on the sides she twisted until her mouth was free to speak, “Okay, you’ve had your fun. Off now.”
She was answered with a soft snore. Did he fall asleep? “Hey! Off!” She was starting to panic, stuck beneath him.
Forcing herself to calm down and breath, she realized she could breath. In his climax he had shifted. She was still pinned, but no longer painfully so. She knew she had no chance of getting a passed out drunk human off her. Resigned to her fate she tried to relax and get some sleep with him still both on, and in her.
Sometime during the night Cleaver awoke. She was still trapped beneath her evening job. She shifted a little, trying to get a little more comfortable. It would be much easier if the door hinges would stop making noise…… The door hinges!
She strained her senses. She was unable to see into the room. Her hearing was being overwhelmed by his slow heartbeat and her own panicked fast one. She tried to pick up a scent in the room. She could smell human and sex, nothing else.
“Stop panicking, stop it.” She forced herself to calm down.
Finally she heard footsteps, whoever it was, they were right next to the bed. She tried to focus to pick up what she could. She both heard and felt the heavy blow to her partners back. The scent of blood rushed into her nose as she felt the warm flow soaking the bed. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the point of a dagger jutting out from the young humans chest.
“Stop panicking, stop panicking!” Cleaver swallowed hard, fighting back fear like she hadn’t felt since she was a small hatching, lined up before the mercenaries that had just killed her clan. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, but she could no longer hear the humans. The door hinges cracked again as whoever had invaded the room to kill the human left.
Well, this was a new experience, trapped under a dead human with his dick still shoved into her. With the threat gone, Cleavers fear subsided, with the relief of that stress she began to tremble uncontrollably. It would still be several hours before anyone would come to the room to check on them and crushed under his dead weight she was unable to call for help. This was rapidly becoming the worst night she had ever experienced.
As she was soon to find out, the following day would be no better.