by Dani Dundee
“Good,” hissed Jeruth, his claws scraping against the back of my head, digging into my scales. A shiver ran up his whole body, starting from the tail and travelling up his spine, causing his entire body to tremble softly. He clearly liked that.
I closed my lips around him and, with a firm motion, bought my head back up, taking with it most of the fluid still clinging to the sides of his length. Just the tip remained inside my mouth. I bobbed my head, slurping it up, letting my tongue play against the firmness of his flesh. I needed to clean it all.
Up and down, up and down. I let his hand guide my motion, bobbed my head eagerly, trying to impress Jeruth. I’d heard so much about him, and it was my first time…I wanted to make sure he was very clean before he bred with me. I kept my hands on his thighs, holding tightly. Every time I dipped my head right down, he shivered in what I could only assume and hope was pleasure.
I wanted him to speak fondly of me, like he did of Kayeli. Maybe he would. Slowly, slowly, my nervousness evaporated, with each suckle of his shaft, and each pleased moan he gave. I slid my hands down his inner thighs, down to his groin, then back up again. His tail twitched on the ground, eager.
He pushed a little faster on the back of my head and I obliged, speeding up the pace, the swollen head of his member nudging against the back of my throat with each motion. My forehead rubbed against his belly, stroking firmly as I made sure to clean every single inch of his breeding stick, right from the bottom to the top. I kept my lips pressed in tight against his throbbing skin.
The musky scent rose. His grip tightened around my head and, with a profound shudder followed by a low moan, a spray of wet, warm fluid splattered into my mouth, the salty spray splashing against the back of my throat. I sank my head down onto his shaft, taking it in as deeply as I could, swallowing reflexively as another spray splattered inside, and then another.
Seed dripped out of my maw, splashing out onto my chest despite my efforts to contain it all. I simply couldn’t swallow fast enough. Not sure what else to do, I suckled gently on his shaft as the flow of fluid ebbed, the salty spray slowing to a much more manageable ebb. My chest was splattered in the stuff.
My breeder had wasted his seed on my mouth and body. I’d screwed it up. I’d screwed everything up. Slowly, I raised my head, letting his shaft go free, gooey trails hanging from my lips.
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking up to him, licking my lips, trying to keep the tasty stuff from spilling out on the floor any further. “I didn’t mean for you to…”
“It happens,” Jeruth said, grinning widely. He seemed so happy. “Believe me, Taeni, it’s fine.”
His shaft was still leaking. I licked up the excess and then stood, a wave of awkwardness flowing back into me. I wonder if any of the other females had been so wasteful on their first time, or was I the very first? “I’m sorry I wasted your seed,” I said, curling my tail around my body and hugging the tip. “I’ll try not to do it again.”
“Nonsense.” Jeruth waved his claw absently, still fighting to get his breath back. “Only the most talented kobolds, the best breeders, can convince a male to spill his seed in their mouths! It’s a gift, my dear Taeni. Less impressive than a sorcerer’s arts, to be sure, but one you should use at all available opportunities.”
“Will I…have to find another breeder?” I gripped my tail, a thick trail of seed dribbling down my chin, running down my neck. “I want to breed with you, but I can’t go eggless on my first time.”
Jeruth laughed, low and long, and then he cupped my cheek with his hand. “Don’t you worry about that,” he said, using his thumb to wipe away the sticky stuff that had escaped my lips, scooping it up with his claw. “Still have plenty left.”
That bought a little bit of hope back. “Enough to fertilise me?” I asked, my tailtip twitching happily. Maybe I wasn’t doomed to be a screwup after all…
“We’ll see,” he said, and using his sticky thumb, pointed toward the grooves in the wall. “If your backside is appealing as the front, then…who knows.”
There was still a chance everything would be okay. I squealed happily, hopping from foot to foot, and then I darted over to the grooves in the wall.
I settled my feet into the grooves and found, just like the ones outside, they fit perfectly. My feet were spread about twice my shoulder width apart, giving plenty of access to my hindquarters. I leaned forward, settling my hands into the forward grooves. I thought it might be awkward, but it was actually surprisingly comfortable.
So many kobold females had been bred here. Centuries and centuries of our people, bent over and bred right in this very spot. Now it was my turn.
Perhaps it shouldn’t have been so surprising.
Jeruth stepped up behind me, his tail dragging on the floor. I watched him over my shoulder as he admired my body; he slid his hand under my tail, gently raising it up, much as Syral had done.
“Beautiful,” he said, blowing out a low whistle between his sharp teeth. “I must have bred hundreds of females, and none with your shapely body…” he dipped his head down, pressing his nose between my legs. It tickled as it brushed up against my nethers.
“Thank you,” I said, and I wanted to say more, but I was cut off by a surge of pleasurable sensation as his tongue, thin and long and draconic, slipped out from his lips and brushed against my entrance.
Woah. That felt good, like sparks were dancing up my spine. Is this how it had felt for him when I’d sucked him off? I arched my back, the tip of my tail curling slightly.
“Good?” asked Jeruth, grinning at me over the curves of my backside.
“Yes,” I said, taking a breath and steading myself as he licked me again. “Nnnf…”
Jeruth’s hands explored my body, stroking at my backside, gently pushing apart my rumpcheeks. I kept my tail nice and high and out of the way. Slowly, his thumb—slick with the fluid he’d wiped from my dribbling mouth—pressed up underneath my tail, wiggling against my tailhole.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. That part of me served a very specific function, but as he slowly pushed the tip of his blunted claw into me, a passage eased by the slick fluid coating his digit, it felt…actually kind of nice. He smeared his seed in my insides, twisting his thumb gently, and dragged his tongue across my entrance once more, a slow, teasing, deliberate action as his digit wormed its way inside me.
I felt hot all over. Like I might catch fire from the inside. It was all so good, like the most relaxing mudbath one could imagine.
“Mmmph,” said Jeruth. “Syral isn’t the only kobold who likes tasting you.” His tongue slipped inside me, I could feel it, just as I could feel his thumb twisting away inside my tailhole…deeper. Deeper.
Squeak. I couldn’t help it. Everything was amazing; I made the same squeaking noise I’d heard others make in here. Strangely, though the wall, I heard another faint squeak, almost as though in answer. Kayeli was on the other side of the wall, bent over like me, having a male behind her like me…we were separated by just a few inches of stone.
Abruptly, Jeruth’s tongue slid out from my nethers. I had expected he would keep going forever, but apparently Jeruth had other plans.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, peeking over my shoulder. Were we done? It was just starting to get good.
“Yes,” he said, raising his head up and resting it on my lower back, his face an eager grin. “It’s time to do it.”
“Okay,” I said, not sure what to expect. “I’m ready.”
Chapter III
Pretty Special
I steadied myself as Jeruth climbed up over my back. He slowly slid his free hand up my side as he did so, stroking against my scales, his other hand firmly planted on my rump, thumb wiggling into my tailhole, a knuckle deep, slick with his seed.
It felt good. Mostly the motion, the action, but also feeling his still-warm fluid inside me; that was the primal part of it after all, that was why I was here.
Jeruth settled over me, his chest pre
ssing down against my back, his free hand looping around my body. His groin pressed snugly against my backside, and I could feel his shaft between my legs, warm and thick, throbbing as it nestled up against my nethers. His thumb squirmed inside me, teasing me, making me feel all fuzzy.
It was so big. “Is this thing going to fit in me?” I asked. “It barely fit inside my mouth…I spilt some of your seed when it came.”
“It’ll fit,” he said, leaning around and gently kissing my cheek. “Although, you know, you might still spill some.” He slid back, slowly dragging the tip of his shaft against me, bringing the sparks that danced up my spine once more. He pressed the head against my entrance, and then with a gentle nudge, slowly pushed forward.
I felt the thick, slick head of his member part me, easing slowly inside my body. His thumb was one thing but this was something else; it was so much bigger, and so much better. Further and further it went, slowly pressing into me, stretching my inner passage…it was an intensely pleasurable feeling, a little painful, like ripping off a scab. It stung but it felt good.
“Yeees,” groaned Jeruth through clenched teeth, his hand gripping me tighter, pulling my back up against his chest. Further and further in he went, stretching my insides and filling me snugly and tight, until finally—finally!—his long, thick, throbbing shaft hilting inside my body, his groin pressed tightly in against my backside.
This is what it was like to breed. I had wondered why everyone enjoyed it so much; now I knew. It felt amazing. I pressed in tightly to him, my tail curling around his waist, holding him snugly against me. I could feel tiny trickles of his warm fluid leaking into me; into parts of me I barely knew I had.
“This is good,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I can feel you inside me…”
“As well you should,” he said, whispering as well, his face almost beside mine; he bumped his cheek against my own. His thumb curled inside me. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” I said, and sucked in breath. “A little. But it’s nice.”
“Mmm. You’ll get used to it soon; you just need a moment to adjust…” Slowly, slowly Jeruth, eased back, his groin sliding away from my rump. I felt the pressure inside me abate, but not too much. Instinctively, my internal muscles squeezed at him, as though trying to keep Jeruth inside me.
With him gone I almost ached. “I think I’m well adjusted,” I said, arching my back a little. “I can handle you.”
“Confident,” he said, giving my backside a playful slap. “I like that.”
I liked everything so far. I wanted to say more, but I felt Jeruth pushing forward again, sliding into me once more, his chest rubbing against my back. I squeezed him with my tail, biting down on my lower lip, feeling that stretching, lewd feeling as he filled me up, his groin hitting my backside with a gentle thump.
This time he didn’t wait. He pulled back, then in again, his body thumping against mine.He leaned around and kissed my cheek; I turned my maw towards him, bumping noses.
Thump. Thump. Thump. His body rocked against mine. With each motion, my body stretched to accept him, almost as though he were made to fit inside me. I could feel the thick head of his shaft hilt inside me, pressing up against the roof of my body, and instinctively squeezed at him, tightening my belly muscles and contracting my tunnel around his thick shaft.
His thumb probed deeper into my tailhole, sliding into the second knuckle, right up against his palm. I pushed back against him, welcoming him eagerly into both places, my tailtip trembling as he mated with me. I half-closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, my hands firmly pressed against the grooves in the stone, my feet placed exactly where they should be to spread my legs. All I could do was rock back and forth, pushing off the wall. So I did, each time filling the room with a quiet squeak.
Through the stone I could hear Kayeli thumping back against the wall. She would have been my mirror; I could imagine her, bent over just like me, facing me, a tough and strong breeder planting his seed inside her…I ran through some colours for him in my head. Red, possibly, or orange, or rust, or…the orange one stuck in my head. Orange like me. Strange that I would imagine a male version of myself breeding my friend. This place, the deep, thumping motion of Jeruth’s shaft driving into me, was inspiring all manner of strange and wonderful thoughts.
“You’re wonderful,” groaned Jeruth, pressing his chest down against my back. He gave me one remarkably deep thrust, burying himself within me, his groin pressed tightly against my backside, then he resumed his previous pace, each motion ending a rough thump. “You’re beautiful. You’re…nnnf! You’re perfect!”
I wasn’t sure what I was doing that was right, so I kept on doing what I was doing; pushing back against him when he pushed inside me, squeaking faintly as the thick head of his shaft thudded into the roof of my sex, and occasionally squeezing his member with my belly muscles. Every time I did I felt his hard flesh ripple with pleasure, as though the thing couldn’t wait to deposit its load within me.
The sooner the better. I wanted to be bred.
My tail stroked against his middle, curling around him, the tip stroking against his chest. Was there more I could do? I wasn’t sure. I felt his thumb curl inside me, making a right angle in my tight passage; his thrusting picked up pace, his breathing quickening.
Warm fluid tickled my insides. I could feel it trickling into me. Eagerly. It wanted to be; I might not be a good bug farmer, but I was a good breeder. I knew that right then. Jeruth’s thrusting grew erratic, losing the rhythm of his pace, but going deeper, harder, faster.
The sparks flew up my tail, now, tingling my spine, a hot, primal urging that could not be quelled. I groaned softly, whimpering in pleasure as the feeling intensified. I could feel it moving like an electrified hand, sliding up my lower back, making its way up my spine, making all my scales stand on end. I didn’t understand what was happening; it was good, though, and I welcomed it. Every time he filled me, I squeaked.
“H-how long?” I gasped, trying to breathe and speak and make this pleasurable wave last as long as possible. Thump. Squeak. Thump. Squeak.
Jeruth buried himself deeply within me, his answer one final, rough, deep thrust that drove itself right up against the roof of my sex. His shaft was tight in me, throbbing against my inner walls, and then I felt it.
A hot, gooey wave of fluid spraying into my body, splashing against the tightly stretched walls of my sex, slick and viscous. Another wave splattered in, and then another, and another. It was like pouring oil on a fire; my pleasure intensified, suddenly overwhelming, a raging flame that roared up from my tail to my snout. Jeruth’s claws dug into me, holding me tightly, his thumb jerking and spasming inside me. His whole body shook against mine as he emptied himself into me.
This was it. This was the feeling I wanted. To be full. To be bred. To be satisfied.
I slumped against the wall, panting and gasping. Jeruth fell with me, his whole body almost limp. I held him up, fighting to get my breath back, and to steady the pleasured tremble in my tail. Jeruth’s seed trickled out of me, running down my legs in two thick rivers, dripping down from between my legs and making small pools on the floor.
Slowly, gradually, the feeling of fire faded, and was replaced with a pleasant coolness, a relief from the burning need to breed, a calm, quiet, relaxing wave that washed against my body.
“Wooooah…woah, woah, woah. That was amazing.” I laughed.
He laughed too. “Dragon Gods above,” he said, leaning around to kiss my cheek, his shaft still firmly lodged within me. “I’ve never felt anything like that. Not in a hundred breedings…”
“I’m sure you say that to all the females,” I said, closing my eyes a moment. Through the stone I heard a low, eager moan, and a pleasured cry. My friend was having the same done to her. Kayeli was well on her way to keeping her record.
“Not really,” said Jeruth. “They’re just my job. My duty every week or so, when we come back from the deep mines. But you…” He slowly stroked my
side, his breath warm on my cheeks. “You’re pretty special.”
“I’m just a bug farmer,” I said. “Everyone speaks about your mining skills…nobody even knows my name.”
“They will when I tell them about this,” he said, his tone as sincere as anything I’d ever heard. “After you lay, every kobold is going to want you.”
It’d be good to be popular. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
Jeruth shifted, adjusting himself, and slowly eased his thumb out of my tailhole. I gave it a little squeeze as it left. He squeezed my rumpcheek with that hand, and then gently eased his shaft out of my tight, gripping sex. It shaft slipped free with a wet splut, splattering gooey ropes of his seed over my backside, furthering the mess that was there. My whole hindquarters were touched by the stuff…far more than the others I’d seen, who only had mere splashes, or trickles.
Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he’d really enjoyed himself.
Jeruth slid off me, stepping back, hunched over, admiring my backside with a wide grin. I let him look, letting my tail drape down over my back.
“I could stare at this all day,” he said, his tail swishing slowly behind him. “At your arse, at your sex all dripping with seed, at your curved tail…”
“You have to service the other females,” I said, slipping my hands free of the wall and straightening my back. “I should get going.”
“I’ll enjoy that sight too,” he said, his eyes focused on my lower quarters. “But there’ll be any more females today. You’re the last. And good thing, too. I couldn’t handle another female. After both of those times with you…I need to rest.”
I didn’t want to leave but I knew I had to. I stepped over to the door, walking awkwardly, every step causing more fluid to drip out of me. I felt like a leaky waterskin that was being jostled and jerked around.
I pushed open the door and, giving him one last smile, and then I stepped outside back into the torchlit corridor.
