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A Chance Encounter	By : Revenant Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 5024 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Waterdeep was one of the marvels of the Sword Coast, an eclectic, thrumming city of commerce. The South Ward, especially, was clogged with adventurers, guards and caravans making their way through the paved, winding streets. William maneuvered Mirabelle through the throng, fascination and unease fighting for dominance. Kelrynn felt the same way, clinging to him while craning her neck to take in every sight. They rode down the High Road, heading north.

“Will,” said Kelrynn, “can’t we stay for a while?”
“I wish, but I need to get to Neverwinter before the seasons change.”
Kelrynn sighed.
The buildings changed as Mirabelle trotted up the street, from old, multi-story tenements to whitewashed manors, the outfits of the Waterdhavians morphed from simple cloth to intricately embroidered silks. Women flaunted gold filigree and precious stones.
“Keep your claws to yourself,” William said. Kelrynn wiped some drool from her mouth.
The North Gate beckoned. Caravans clustered around the entrance, the merchants in heated discussion.
“What’s going on?” William asked the group.
“If you’re headed north, good luck,” said one, a fat man in red. “The Sword Mountains are as far as you’ll get.”
William groaned. “Why?”
“Troll made its home there a few seasons back. Now, it’s terrorizing merchants and preventing trade. Happens around this time every year.”
“Can’t the city do something?”
The merchant scoffed. “City Watch sent ten men to kill it, once. None of ‘em made it back. We get the odd adventurer or two trying his luck, but no one’s succeeded.”
“I heard its hide repels arrows and blades!” said another.
“Whatever the reason,” continued the man in red, “it’s a stubborn blighter. Nothing we can do but wait until it hibernates for the winter.”
A lump in William’s belly. “And when does that happen?”
“Usually around mid to late Uktar.”
“What!” William almost choked on his tongue.
The merchant shrugged. “Feel free to have a go at it. If you and your…” He stared at Kelrynn. “If you and your pet can do the job, we’ll be grateful.”
“Not a pet!” Kelrynn growled.
“Easy,” said William.
“As I said, good luck.”
William led Mirabelle around the caravans and out the gate. “Don’t tell me we’re going to fight the troll,” said Kelrynn.
“We’re not fighting a troll if I can help it,” he replied. “I’d rather sneak around.”
The peaks of the Sword Mountains loomed ahead, jagged teeth gnawing at the sky. As they grew larger, William shuddered, a sudden chill sweeping through his veins. Part of him wanted to turn back, to forget Neverwinter, but he shoved that down. There was nothing to worry about -- at worst, they’d have to deal with a few orcs.
His mind changed when he saw the destroyed cart. It sat on the side of the road, a heap of splinters, its cargo strewn everywhere. Sacks of wheat torn open and left to rot. Clothes and shoes reduced to shreds of leather and cloth. Fifty feet down the road was another ruined cart.
“Are you sure we’re not going to fight the troll?” asked Kelrynn.
“Quiet,” he said.
To the east was a path leading higher into the mountains, and it wasn’t natural. William dismounted and examined the faint outlines in the dirt. Footprints. At least thirty inches long. He’d bet his life the troll’s lair was somewhere at the end.
“Will?” Kelrynn’s voice. She was staring in the direction of Waterdeep. William hustled back to the road. Someone was coming. He was young (at least, younger than William), dressed in yellow robes, and carried a length of rope over his shoulder. He had the look of a scholar, sharp features accentuated by chestnut eyes.
“Pardon me,” said the stranger. “My name is Duncan. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to let me have that kobold?”
Kelrynn growled. William moved a hand to the hilt of his sword.
Duncan sighed. “I was afraid of that.” He pulled the rope off his shoulder. “Bind.”
The rope uncoiled, flew through the air and wrapped itself around William and Kelrynn. Mirabelle whinnied, reared up, and threw the kobold to the ground.
“Ouch!” she cried. She tried to break free, but her arms were pinned to her sides. William struggled and the rope tightened, threatening to squeeze the air from his chest.
“Please forgive any roughness,” said Duncan. “I thought this was the best way to avoid violence.” He stepped toward Kelrynn and reached for her, but she thrashed and snapped at his hand.
“Cunt! Son of a whore! Bastard!” she barked.
“Such language!” said Duncan. “Listen, this would much easier if you calmed down.”
William’s mind reeled. He had to do something or else this wizard would take Kelrynn. Duncan unsheathed a knife and cut the knotted rope in half, separating human and kobold.
“Sorry about this,” he said to Kelrynn, “but I don’t see another way.” With that, he walked off, dragging the kobold behind him.
“Wait!” said William. “What about me?”
Duncan turned back to him. “You look like a resourceful fellow. Perhaps you can roll your way back to town.”
“What about the troll?”
Duncan furrowed his brow. “Troll?”
“Yes. Troll. Very dangerous. Could eat me,” said William.
“Oh. Well, I would hate to have you killed in such a gruesome way, but I can’t untie you…” Duncan stuck a fist under his chin and pondered.
William latched onto an idea. It was risky -- extremely risky -- but it was the only one he had.
“Listen,” he said, “let me go and you can have the kobold.” Both Duncan and Kelrynn stared at him, the kobold’s face switching between confusion and disappointment.
“What do you mean?” asked the wizard, apprehensive.
“Exactly what I said. She’s not worth the trouble. Take her. I don’t care. Just untie me.” His body felt hot. Tymora, let her understand what I’m doing.
“Of course, you could be lying to me,” said Duncan.
He’s smart, thought William. “Trust me,” he said. “She’s just a kobold. Crazy, too.”
Kelrynn went berserk. “Motherfuckers!” she screeched, foam flying from her mouth. She flopped and jerked so ferociously William thought she would dislocate something. “Backstabbing shit-eater! Suck my tailhole, you maggot!”
Duncan, eyes wide, stood rooted to the spot. He looked like a man who had discovered his wife fucking a sheep. “Uh, perhaps you’re not lying.” He stepped over to William. “Uncoil.”
Instantly, William felt the knots come undone, the rope slacken. Pulling it off, he rose, finding himself face to face with Duncan. The wizard was cradling a ball of flame.
“To be sure,” he said, “I’ll wait until you’re at a safe distance. If you try to turn back or threaten me in any way, I will hit you with a fireball. It would be very painful.”
William grasped for an excuse, tried to think of a way to distract or attack Duncan, but he drew a blank. Impotent, he inched his way towards Mirabelle. Dull anger flooded his senses, the unfairness of it all ate at him. He slowly pulled himself into the saddle.
“That’s right! Get on your horse and run, you ugly bastard!” yelled Kelrynn. Her voice could be heard for miles. “I’ll eat you when I find you again! I’ll eat your babies!” Duncan turned purple as the kobold barked and hissed.
She knows how to put on a show, thought William. He eased Mirabelle forward, searching his knowledge for a way to save her.
“Fucking humans! Never trust them! I hope your prick rots off!”
He was about ten feet away. Now fifteen. Now twenty. He wasn’t sure how much range Duncan’s fireball had, but he didn’t like his chances. Thirty feet. He looked over his shoulder. Duncan remained, still holding the fireball.
“You! Try that fireball on me and I’ll bite your hands off! I’ll rip you to shreds you limp-dicked ponce!”
Think, gods dammit, think! If he was quick enough he could hit the wizard with an arrow… No, too risky.
“Fuck your mother, fuck your sister, fuck your dog -- !”
Fifty feet. Sixty. Tymora, if you’re there, I could use some help!
A sudden, booming thud echoed through the mountains. Then another. Kelrynn’s howls of protest ceased as her snout snapped shut with an audible clack, fear growing in her eyes. Duncan’s attention was drawn to the troll path, and for good reason: a massive one was stomping towards him.
Even from sixty feet William saw the troll was gigantic -- ten feet tall, maybe more. Putrid gray skin covered in scars and boils, its gangly arms ended in claws long enough to split a man in two. William drew his sword and spurred Mirabelle into a gallop.
Duncan’s face hardened, and he hurled the fireball at the troll, hitting it square in the chest. A guttural roar shattered the silence as the creature was engulfed in fire and smoke. Its flesh bubbled, the acrid smell of burning hair and fat filled the air. The beast slouched forward, swinging its huge arms.
“Oh, piss!” Duncan yelled, his dignified manner evaporated. He sprinted out of the way, flames licking at his robes.
“Hey! Untie me!” said Kelrynn. She tore at the ropes with her teeth, ripping out chunks and spitting them on the ground.
William closed the distance, sword raised. This is insane. This is insane. This is insane. As Mirabelle galloped towards the troll, he pushed his feet out of the stirrups, onto the saddle. At the last second, he jumped, soared through the air and brought his blade down on the troll’s right arm -- with a sickening squelch, the limb hit the earth.
OhgodsthankfuckImadeit, he thought.
The troll howled, sounding like a pig being flayed. Holding his breath, William slashed at the beast, spilling foul green blood. The flames from the fireball flickered and died -- all that was left was blackened, blistered skin. Between the smell of scorched flesh and natural troll odors, his stomach was threatening to crawl out of his throat.
“Will!” Kelrynn’s voice. She rushed at William, teeth and daggers bared. Cold needles on his spine, he opened his mouth to tell her he was sorry.
The kobold pounced, vaulting over him. Burying her knives into the troll’s thick, rubbery hide, she climbed up to its head like she was wielding a pair of ice axes. Kelrynn stabbed the troll, over and over, her arms a blur, her face contorted into frenzied bloodlust. William cut again, opening a wide gash in the troll’s abdomen.
Blood spewing from over a dozen wounds, the troll sunk to the ground. Kelrynn stood on the bloated body and surveyed it, then threw back her head and whooped in victory.
“Woooooooo!” She sounded like a wolf.
William wiped the sweat from his brow, then nearly yelped when Kelrynn climbed down and yanked him into a hug.
“I know you didn’t mean those things,” she said.
Duncan stared at them, mouth open like a fish.
“I’ve never seen a human and a kobold kill a troll,” he said.
“We’re not ordinary,” said William. He walked up to Duncan and gave him the look of a professor fond of corporal punishment. “You know I can’t let you take her.”
“Indeed, that seems unwise,” said Duncan. He frowned, realization dawning. “So you were lying!”
“Nothing personal,” said William, ‘but no one collects the reward on my friend.”
Duncan blinked. “Reward?”
“You don’t know?”
“No. I was taking this kobold to be my servant. I can always use more servants.” The wizard rubbed the back of his head and stared at William’s chin.
“Too bad, human,” said Kelrynn.
William turned to her. “Where did you learn to curse like that?”
She shrugged. “Picked it up here and there.”
The color drained from Duncan’s face. “Look!” he said, pointing over William’s shoulder. William looked, and nearly screamed: the troll was rising to its feet. Quick as a thunderbolt, it dashed for them, flailing its lone arm, the ground heaving.
Fuck, I’m going to die, thought William. His body tensed. No way to avoid the blow.
A flash of black. Something had thrown itself between the troll and William, nausea filled his guts when he saw it was Mirabelle. He opened his mouth, tried to tell her to move, but the troll’s hand slapped her with bone-crushing force. The mare soared, bounced off the ground with a loud crack, and then came to a rest twenty feet away.
“Get behind me!” yelled Duncan. William didn’t move, staring at Mirabelle in disbelief. Kelrynn pulled his arm.
“Will! Move!” she said. Snapping out of his daze, he jumped behind Duncan.
“Fireball!” shouted the wizard, and another orb of flame flew out of his hands. The troll bellowed as the fireball exploded against its torso, arm pinwheeling. It tried to grab one of them, but the flames blinded it. Roaring in rage and pain, the beast finally fell onto its face, dead. The fire hissed and popped. They watched it burn until it was little more than a charred shell.
William let out a strangled scream, ran over to the smoldering remains, hacked at them with his sword.
“Bastard!” he shrieked. “Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!”
Blood squirted onto his face. It smelled like shit and tasted worse, but he was didn’t care. He whipped the sword, bringing it down over and over again until he couldn’t lift his arms. He fell to his knees, gasping, every breath making his ribs ache.
A hand on his shoulder. It was Kelrynn. He shoved her aside and ran to Mirabelle’s body. The troll’s claws had cut deep and she laid in a large pool of blood. The mare stared at the sky with a single brown eye.
“Stupid horse!” William yelled, his voice cracking. “Stupid fucking horse!” He wailed and cradled her head.
“Ah… I believe I should go,” said Duncan, feeling like he’d farted at a funeral. Giving a half-hearted wave, he stutter-stepped off north.
Kelrynn watched William, his body wracked by heaving sobs. She inched forward and brought her arms around him.
“I’m sorry,” she said. William said nothing, his face buried in Mirabelle’s mane.
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They took what they could carry and walked back to Waterdeep. William was deaf to the noise of the roaming crowds. He shuffled up to caravans, where the fat merchant in red was waiting.
“Troll’s dead,” said William.
The merchant’s eyes widened, looking like he’d been told he was the father of a lobster. “Really?”
“Go look for yourself.” William’s voice was flat.
“No worries. I believe you.” The merchant pulled out a large coin purse. “A reward for your effort.” He handed it over, then frowned. “Didn’t you have a horse?”
William opened his mouth, then closed it. How could he tell a stranger his closest companion was gone, forever? Kelrynn spoke up. “Dead.”
“Sorry to hear that,” said the merchant, not sounding remorseful. He strode to a nearby post, unhitched a bay-colored horse, and led it to William. “Take this one. He’s well-behaved.”
William looked at it. Sturdy, nice coloration, alert. Not Mirabelle. “Couldn’t do that,” he said.
“I insist. I’ll throw in the saddle for free!” The merchant grinned like he was giving William the best deal in Faerun.
“How generous of you,” William almost said. Instead he went with, “Thanks.” He loaded his supplies and Kelrynn onto the gelding, climbed onto the saddle, then left.
The ride was silent. When they reached the site of the carnage, William closed his eyes and coaxed the horse into a gallop. He didn’t slow down until they were miles away.
He thought. How long had he had Mirabelle? Twenty-seven years. Twenty-seven years, gone. Taken away in an instant by a filthy, disgusting troll. She didn’t deserve that. He wanted to leave her in a grass field somewhere, not by the side of the fucking road. He felt the tears well up, but wiped them away. He had mourned. He needed to go to Neverwinter.
Kelrynn watched William for some time. He eyes stayed on the road, never straying for a second. She prodded him a few times, but he was numb. She ran a hand through the new horse’s coat… it was a little different than Mirabelle’s. Thicker. The sky began to darken, but the horse kept its pace.
“Will?” she said. “Are we going to stop?” The horse slowed to a halt.
“Right. Need to stop for the night,” William said after a pause. He jumped off and prepared a camp. The trees in the foothills were sparse, but he managed to start a fire. Kelrynn unrolled the beds and pulled out the food. She ate her fill, but William picked at his meal. His eyes were glued to the flames. Kelrynn cleared her throat.
“Will,” she said. “I know you’re upset.”
“What gave you that idea?” An edge to his voice.
“Please don’t get angry,” she said.
He wanted to be angry. He wanted to blame her for Mirabelle’s death. If she hadn’t been there, that stupid wizard wouldn’t have stopped them. She wouldn’t have made all the noise. The troll wouldn’t have been a problem. But he couldn’t blame her. He couldn’t even blame the troll. Really, he blamed himself. He could have released Mirabelle long before Waterdeep, but he didn’t, because he was afraid of losing her. Now, he’d lost her in the worst way.
Kelrynn fidgeted. “Will, can I tell you something?” Something bothered her, an idea that had cultivated since Daggerford. He grunted an assent.
“I feel like there’s a bond between us,” she said.
“A bond.”
“Yes! Like the one I had with my broodmates. Only, it feels… different.”
“How,” said William. He wasn’t interested, but he needed the distraction. She thought for a while, examining her thoughts and emotions, turning them over like a jeweler peering at a rough diamond.
“Well, the best way to put it… it feels like we’d be good mates.”
“Ah,” he said. That made sense. Then uneasiness creeped into his gut. “Kelrynn… when you say ‘mates,’ you mean ‘friends,’ right?”
She shook her head. “No. I mean a breeding pair.”
Oh, gods, not this, not now. His heart thumped. The idea of a human and a kobold together… “Kelrynn --”
“It doesn’t make sense!” she interrupted. “Kobolds don’t care about mates! We’re not mandy-gamous!”
“Monogamous,” said William. “Never mind! Kelrynn --!”
“It’s so strange! I’ve never felt this before! Does this happen in humans?”
“KELRYNN!”
She stopped, surprised at his tone. “Yes?”
He looked at her, straight into her eyes. “It. Can’t. Happen.”
She tilted her head. “Why not?”
“Because I’m a human. You’re a kobold.”
“But why not?” She moved closer to him. “We know so much about each other. You saved me at the town. We met again in the forest. We’ve fought together, protected each other. Maybe the gods want this!”
Confusion, disbelief, fright swirled in him like a tornado. His mind howled. This is wrong! This is wrong!
She was at his side now. “I like you, Will. More than that, I trust you. I haven’t thought that about anyone. Not since I was exiled.”
Stop it! Stop it!
She reached out, claws on his arm. “Will… when you touched me at the river… I felt something.”
CAN NOT! MUST NOT!
“No!” he yelled, pushing her away. Kelrynn was stunned. He’d rejected her. Not possible. They’d shared so much. It was like being ground between dragon’s teeth.
“Because I’m a kobold?” A rising note of anger in her voice. “Because I’m ugly? Because I’m flawed?” She sprang to her feet. “To the hells with you.” She glared at him for an instant, then dashed off.
“Kelrynn, wait! I didn’t --!” It was too late. She navigated over rocky hills with amazing speed and was gone. William was left alone, staring into the darkness.
“Fuck!” he said to the mountains. He was the biggest moron in Faerun. His friend was gone because of a childish outburst, likely for good. He wanted to go after her, but he knew it was useless.
Glancing around, he saw she’d left her stachel and daggers on her bed. A spark of hope. She wouldn’t leave without her things. He sat down and waited. And waited. He chewed on his fingernails. Maybe she didn’t care about her stuff. Or maybe she was in trouble. Ridiculous, she was tough and fast. On the other hand, an unarmed kobold against a handful of orcs or, gods forbid, another troll…
He slapped the side of his head. Stop being stupid. Have you heard any screaming, growling, roaring or cries for help?
He needed a walk. William picked up his sword and began heading higher. Stepping carefully (spraining an ankle or alerting an orc was not an option), he made his way through the hills. Judging by all the rocks and boulders, there’d been a recent landslide.
There was a noise. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it sounded like a soft whimper. William crouched down. Another one. They were coming from a giant boulder to the north. He creeped towards it, hand on his weapon, right up to the rock’s surface. Heavy, ragged breathing on the other side. Sliding around until he reached a corner, William peered around it. Kelrynn sat there, illuminated by the light of the waxing moon.
His only thought was, Holy shit, she’s flicking her bean.
The kobold had tossed aside her pants and was rubbing her slit with abandon, face contorted in concentration. Her claws traced the outline of her entrance, then brushed against her clitoris. She gasped, legs twitching. William was hypnotized by her movements, warm butterflies in his belly.
Her cum was thick and white. Kelrynn paused to scoop up some. Studying the pearlescent fluids, she stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean. A pungent musk permeated the air, filling his nostrils with the scent of raw, bestial arousal. He shuddered.
He stretched his neck to get a better look. His weight shifted, knocked loose a pebble, sending it skipping down the hillside. Idiot! He pressed himself against the boulder.
“Who’s there!” he heard her say. He held his breath and prayed she wouldn’t find him. He really didn’t want to explain himself. Footsteps. They drew closer, then stopped. Each second was eternity. Suddenly, she scampered away. William waited, then looked around the corner. No one. He stood up and urged his heart to resume beating.
Part of him wanted her to be gone when he got back to the campsite, but she was curled up on her bed. He pulled off his sword belt and laid down, hoping she wouldn’t ask questions.
Tymora wasn’t with him on that front. “Where did you go?” she asked.
“Needed to clear my head.”
Kelrynn was quiet for some time. Then: “Did you see?”
He bluffed. “See what?”
“Don’t lie. I smelled you.”
Fuck. He sat up, facing away from her. The only sound was the crackle of the fire. “I saw.”
More silence. “I was upset,” she said finally. “I wanted to feel better.”
William’s throat was dry. He stared at his hands, trying not to think.
“Was it wrong?” she asked.
“No!” he said, his voice raised several octaves. “I, uh, don’t mind if a woman explores her anatomy.” He coughed.
“Will. Look at me.”
He mustered his courage and turned around. She sat a few feet away from him, the light from the fire dancing over her scales and dark orange eyes. Her shoulders slouched, her tail limp.
“Kelrynn,” he said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you… I panicked. It’s just…” He fumbled for the words. “A human and a kobold? I’ve never heard of it.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s bad. If it was bad, why haven’t the gods killed us?” she asked.
“Maybe they’ll punish us in the afterlife.”
“I don’t care about that. I care about now.”
A moment passed. She spoke again: “I was angry because it felt like the time my tribe exiled me. When my broodmates rejected me.” She stopped and squirmed. “I didn’t tell you, but they exiled me for another reason. I… had trouble breeding. At first, I thought it was bad luck. But when it kept happening with different mates…”
“You’ve never laid eggs?” said William.
Kelrynn shook her head. “When the tribe found out about my journeys to the surface, I thought my brothers and sisters would protect me, but they said --” Her voice hitched. “They said they could deal with a blind worker or an infertile female, not both.” She turned away, trying to hide her tears. A kobold wasn’t supposed to cry.
“Kelrynn, I’m sorry --”
She spun around. “I am more than a worker and I am more than a female!” She wiped her eyes with her scarf. “And I should be more than a kobold to you.”
William tried to think of something to say -- another apology, begging for forgiveness, a rant about patriarchal societies, but he came up empty.
William recounted his life, every decision he’d made, every important person he’d met, every battle he’d fought. Then he said, “I’ve made a decision.”
Kelrynn cocked her head. “What?”
“When I get to Neverwinter, I’m going to ask for the biggest, most dangerous job they have, and I’m going to do it.”
Dread and bewilderment surged through the kobold. “Why! Why you you do something so stupid!”
“Well, either I’ll come out a hero and retire on a king’s ransom,” he said, “or I’ll die.”
“But --”
“As far as I’m concerned, all I’ve done is hurt those I care about. My village, Perris, Mirabelle, you…” He pulled off his amulet and looked at it. “This is just a paperweight.” He threw it into the darkness.
“No!” cried Kelrynn, bounding after the amulet. The sounds of scurrying and digging. She came back, holding it in her claw. “Don’t do that!”
“Why not? I’m not lucky.”
“Yes, you are,” she said. She approached and placed it in his hand. “We met, at least.”
He studied the coin, Tymora’s face beaming at him. Then, he reached up and hung it around her neck.
“It looks better on you,” he mumbled.
It was the first time anyone had given her something since the exile. She looked at him, then at the amulet, then back at him. She tackled him with an embrace, feeling swollen with joy.
“Careful!” he shrieked. The kobold was like a vise around his chest.
“Thank you! It’s beautiful!” she said, sounding like a child at her birthday.
“Also…” he said, pausing, “I don’t think you’re ugly. You’ve got great, ah…” What compliments would a kobold like? “Legs.”
“Really?” Her eyes glowed. A smile crept onto her face. “Will, can you do something?”
“What?”
“Kiss me. Like I’m human.”
Some part of him wanted to say no, they couldn’t do this. Instead, he brought a hand up to her face, brushed her cheek with his palm, then brought her lips to his own.
They were rougher than a human’s, but surprisingly warm. He pulled away.
“Satisfied?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Again.”
They came together. He pressed against her, harder. They parted.
“One more time,” she said.
They kissed. William’s heart jumped when her felt the flicker of her tongue on his lips. He parted them, accepting her. She explored the roof of his mouth and dueled with his tongue for supremacy -- she won, naturally. He grabbed her with his teeth and suckled.
“Nnngh!” she moaned. She pulled out, gasping for air.
“Will,” she said, huskily. “Touch me.”
“Are you sure?” He could barely hear his voice over the sound of his heartbeat. Gods, I feel like a virgin.
“More than anything.”
William pulled off his cloak and tunic while Kelrynn struggled with her pants. She laid down on the bedroll, legs spread, not a hint of shyness in her.
“Come look,” she said. He looked. He could safely say that kobold females were identical to human, dwarven, and elven females. He briefly wondered if the same was true for orcs.
Focus on the task at hand.
He spread her open, exposing the delicate pink flesh, stroking her with his fingertips. Warm and wet. Soft and throbbing. He outlined her cleft, his fingers sticky.
“Do all kobolds get this wet, or is it just you?”
“I don’t know.” She stared at the stars, those white pinholes in the sky. Warmth spread through her like a rushing river, a fog clouded her mind.
He moved his hands away, up her legs, massaging them. His fingers moved over her belly and chest, feeling the muscles rippling beneath her skin. Kelrynn sighed at his gentle touch. She’d never experienced this with the other males. Kobold mating was impersonal -- quick and dirty. He cupped her face, kissed her again, softer this time, more affectionate. She darted her tongue out, begging him to take her into his mouth. She loved the way he tugged at it, bolts of satisfaction traveling down her spine.
Kelrynn stopped and licked her lips. “Tasty.”
William’s head was swimming. Thank Tymora, she’s kinky too! said a voice in his head.
She took his hand and guided it back to her womanhood (or koboldhood in this case), placing him on a particularly swollen part. “There.”
He massaged her, his fingers sinking into her inner lips.
“Mmm,” she hummed.
William kept his breathing even despite his doubt. The kobold was awakening something he hadn’t felt for a long time. He’d had a few loves in his life, but that was a lifetime ago. At some point, he’d decided to keep his relationships with women purely physical -- better that way. Now, it was different. He realized his cock was straining against his pants and it was starting to hurt. He fumbled with them until his member sprung out, giving a wave of relief. Kelrynn gazed at it, the spark of curiosity ignited.
“It’s big!” she said. He looked at his member. Last he measured he was seven inches, so yes, he was big.
“Ah, that’s the third reason women love me,” said William, a hint of pride in his voice. Kelrynn laughed.
“Ha! I knew you said three reasons!” She reached out and ran her claws along it. He twitched at the sensation, oddly pleasant.
“Did that hurt?” she asked. She didn’t want to hurt him.
He almost chuckled. “No, I’m fine.” She wrapped her hand around it, stroking him slowly, feeling his pulse, his thickness. She squeezed, taking her other hand and cupping his balls, massaging them. She wanted to know every inch of him.
William sucked air through his teeth, the barest pain behind the pleasure. Shit, she’s good at this. He sunk his fingers into her cunt, caressing her walls, rubbing her most sensitive spot with his thumb. Soon, the kobold’s breathing became heavy, tiny moans escaping from her mouth. His pace increased, as did her own. The friction of her hand and the way her claws pressed him when her hand tightened was exquisite. William was hurtling towards an edge. The sounds she was making drove him berserk.
The dam burst. His body heaved. A thick wad of semen splattered onto her hand. She gripped harder, milking every drop out of him. He breathed deeply, inhaling the fresh air mingling with the scent of her sex. She examined his cum, then jerked out her tongue to sample it.
“Tastes different than a kobold’s,” she said.
“Don’t ruin the mood,” he said. She looked at him, blinking, confused. He ignored it and went back to his work. Any questions she had vanished from her throat as a tidal wall of heat and spasms hit her. Her breathing quickened, a rasp behind it. She arched her back, clutched at the bed.
Her orgasm was sudden and violent, a scream of delight breaking the still air.
“Aaah! Ah! AaH!” she cried, hips bucking.
William was fascinated by her reactions. He watched her quivering body relax, waited for her to regain lucidity. “Good for you?”
“Unh…” she said, her body filled with tingling embers. Kelrynn pulled him close. “Do that again.” A command, not a request.
His finger slid back into her with a soft shlk. She was soaking wet, her walls coiling around him. He probed the rough texture of her insides, fingers dancing. She gasped at the violent churning of ecstasy that swelled inside her. She’d expected a slow build-up; this was immediate. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, so hard he wondered if it hurt.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pausing.
“Yes! Don’t stop!” She quivered under his touch, desperation in her voice. William resumed his fingering, grimacing with the effort, until the kobold hit a climax again, her fluids running over his hand like hot molasses. Kelrynn recovered her breath, focusing on the man she’d bonded with -- no, more than that. What did humans call it? Love? She pulled him close.
“Will,” she whispered, “mate with me.”
He balked. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You’re, uh, a bit small…”
“I’m tough! I can take it!” she insisted. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, raised her tail, presented herself.
He gulped at the sight of her, pussy still dripping. Carefully, he pressed the head of his prick against her, then entered, sliding in with surprising ease. Her insides stuck to his cock, every nerve in his body tingled. He was startled when he noticed he was in her completely.
“You were right, you can take it,” he said. The kobold moaned -- she’d been stretched to the limit, and gods, it was deep, stimulating places she could never reach. As William pulled out and thrusted in, Kelrynn’s body shook, consumed by unbridled bliss.
William groaned as he felt the pleasure built. He was intoxicated by her scent, the way she moved her hips. All too soon he felt his climax coming. Dammit, just a little longer, he thought, clenching her firm buttocks with his hands. But then her walls gave another teasing squeeze and he lost it, pulling out and shooting his semen onto her back with a grunt.
They collapsed, panting, in a mutual hormonal euphoria. Kelrynn was the first to speak: “Will, that was so good. Did you like it?”
“Ha!” he laughed. “I’ll admit, it was different.” He looked around for something to clean up with and settled on his blanket. It would be sticky and reek of sex tomorrow, but fuck it, he didn’t care. The kobold jerked when he wiped her privates.
“Still sensitive,” she said, smiling. William threw aside the blanket and kissed her on the cheek.
“Hells, you were great,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, the other kobolds don’t know what they’re missing.”
Kelrynn jabbed him in the ribs. “You’re the worst.”
They sat for a while, drinking in each other’s presence. Eventually, sleep overtook them, leading the pair to pleasant dreams. Kelrynn saw images of her old tribe, William, and a mountain of jewels. William saw a black mare, a kobold’s vagina, and a log cabin nestled on the edge of a river. He'd remember the last one in the morning.
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