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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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He regarded the door. Beyond it was his prize, something he’d lusted after for years.Tonight, they’d be alone for hours and she’d be at his mercy. The thought made his prick tingle. He slipped on his mask and entered.
The room was a typical dungeon: ugly, dark, and inhabited by an unwilling prisoner. The kobold sat unconscious and bound to a heavy oak chair, hands manacled behind her back, legs elevated by ropes. She was blindfolded and totally nude.
He looked around. Everything was where he wanted it: stool and table, bucket of cold water, straw-filled mattress, bowl of sex lubricant made from slime essence -- the wizard had sworn it was the best. Strange fellow. He closed the door and bolted it, though it was redundant -- no one would disturb them. The room was warm thanks to a few torches lining the walls, their soft red haze mixing with the yellow of half a dozen candles. The light played off the kobold’s azure scales, turned an iridescent rainbow in certain places. He reached out and trailed his fingertips over her face, down her pale white chest and belly -- he paused at the amulet of Tymora briefly -- to the cleft between her legs. He pressed his hand against her. No response. Still drugged.
He picked up the bucket and threw the water onto her. The kobold awoke with spluttering gasps then paused to catch her breath. She heaved at her bonds, a ragged growl rising in her throat.
“Forget it. I’m the master of knots,” he said.
She cocked her head. “Who are you?” Trepidation.
“That doesn’t matter. You’re my prisoner and you’re going to do what I say.” He pulled the stool close to her.
The kobold sneered. “The hells I will. Where are my clothes? Are you a pre-vert? Touch me and I’ll bite off your hand!” She snapped her jaws at the air for emphasis. His hand shot out and seized her snout, clamping it shut. She gave a muffled squawk and tried to shake him off.
“Listen carefully,” he said, leaning close, “unless you want me to start cutting off… unnecessary bits, you’ll stay still and shut up. Don’t make me get nasty.” He slowly released his grip then reached up and removed her blindfold. She blinked a few times and took in her surroundings: her captor was mostly naked, save for his smallclothes and a mask -- an executioner’s hood, she realized. His muscular torso was heavily scarred. She made a final feeble attempt to struggle, then gave up.
“What do you want,” she mumbled.
“I thought it was obvious,” he said. He brushed his hand against her inner thigh. The kobold recoiled.
“Let me go, now,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “My mate will be searching for me. If he finds you, you’ll be shitting teeth for a week if you’re lucky!”
He backhanded her -- just hard enough to sting. The kobold stammered, more at the indignity than the pain.
“What’s your name?” the man said.
She glared. “What do you care?”
“Making conversation. Answer, please.”
Her face scrunched in disgust. “Kelrynn!” she spat.
He rested a hand on her thigh. “Kelrynn. You don’t need to worry about your ‘mate.’ He’s… busy.” Kelrynn’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. She wriggled, but the ropes held fast.
“What did you do!”
“Don’t concern yourself,” he said. Her moved his hand closer to her lips. “Relax and try to enjoy it.” A growl in her throat, Kelrynn slammed her tail into Hood’s ribs. He grunted and, quick as a lightning bolt, grabbed it in an iron grip. “Last chance,” he said, answering with own growl, “settle the fuck down or I’ll feed your tail to the pigs.” She tensed, then relaxed, crestfallen.
He plunged his fingers in the lubricant and slathered it onto her cunt. “You’re lucky I don’t stick them in dry.” Black Hood shoved in a digit and stirred it around, prompting a yelp from Kelrynn. “See? Not so bad.” The kobold turned the air blue with a series of yipping curses, but her captor ignored her, manipulating her clit with his thumb. In spite of her protests, she felt a familiar tingling.
“No!” she protested. She tried to distract herself with mundane thoughts: the step-by-step construction of a snare trap, the different varieties of quartz, recipes featuring tree bark. It worked for a while, but he noticed her resistance and rubbed harder, fingers dancing. The pleasure swelled in Kelrynn -- she could count the seconds before her orgasm would hit. Suddenly, the hooded man stopped.
“Nooo!” she wailed, the frustration of a denied orgasm bringing tears to her eyes.
“Quiet. If you want to come you need to do me a favor.” He pulled off his smallclothes, stiff manhood springing forth like a coiled viper. “Now,” he said, poking her cheek with the tip, “suck it. And watch those teeth.”
Kelrynn stayed tight-lipped for an instant, but then relented. Her tongue flicked out, circled around the swollen head, then trailed down his thick shaft.
“Come on!” Black Hood said, exasperated. “You can do it harder than that.” He grabbed her horns and shoved his cock into her mouth, cutting off a squawk of disapproval. Kelrynn gagged, her jaw creaked in protest -- it was like deep-throating a ham sausage. “There you go! You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“Hrrrkk!” she replied.
“By the way, if you throw up I’ll make you eat it.” Guiding her by the horns, he maneuvered his prick around the back of her throat. She made various noises of protest, spasmed against his assault, tears in her eyes. “Better get ready,” he grunted, and then he slammed her head against his pelvis and held it there. A thick rope of cum lurched down her throat, sending her into a gagging fit. Black Hood pulled out and she coughed up a messy concoction of semen and spit.
“Good girl. S’ppose I should reward you.” He scratched his belly, conversationally.
“Nuuggggh…” said Kelrynn. She coughed again.
“You’re welcome.” He pulled up his hood just enough to expose his mouth, framed by dark whiskers, then stuck his face between the kobold’s legs and began to devour her pussy. Kelrynn flinched, shocked at the new sensations. He peeled back the hood of her clit with his thumb and focused his attacks there, sending her into spasms of joy. She tried to keep her lips shut, but it was pointless, like trying to wrestle a rabid bear. Soon, the room was filled with her moans echoing mockingly off the stone walls. Her body shook, rattling the chains of her shackles. She hurtled towards the edge, held herself there for half a second, then gleefully threw herself over. She screamed.
Black Hood leaned back and admired her post-orgasmic twitching. “Feeling a little more grateful now?”
“Fuck you,” she said weakly.
He sighed and stood up. “Suppose I’ll have to teach you another lesson.” Untying her legs, he deftly hoisted her over her shoulder, then picked up the bowl of lube and carried them both to the mattress. He threw Kelrynn onto her stomach, and sat on the floor, cross-legged. He stirred the bowl with his finger, lifted it, watched the thick, slimy thread flow.
She struggled to her knees. “Do your worst,” she scowled. He grabbed her by the neck and thrust her forward, pinning her head to the bed.
“Hike that tail,” said Black Hood, “or I’ll wring your neck.” Kelrynn lifted her tail, exposing her underparts. “I noticed your asshole twitching while you were cumming. I didn’t know kobolds liked it in the butt! You really are filthy creatures.” He plunged his fingers into the bowl and smeared it onto the ring of flesh at the base of her tail.
“No!” she cried, squirming at the warm sensation. “Not there!”
“Oh please, don’t act so virginal.” He inserted a finger. “See? Your body doesn’t lie.” The kobold grunted a response, but he couldn’t understand her. He put in a second finger, then a third. It was harder to get them in now. Kelrynn grunted as he wiggled them around, her muscles tensing. Gods, it felt good, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Black Hood withdrew his fingers.
She heard him dip his hand into the bowl again, then she yelped as he slid his manhood inside. She grimaced as he stretched her to the limit, her insides shifting to fit him.
“Well? How is it?”
“I can taste the tip…” She moaned. Her captor pulled back until he was almost out, then thrust back in, prompting another cry from Kelrynn. Ignoring her, Black Hood picked up speed, his cock massaged by delicious friction, her animalistic noises clouding his mind. He stopped and pulled out.
“Tell you what,” he said, standing up and moving over to the table, “since you’ve been a good little love slave, I’ll take off the shackles.” He picked up the key and returned to the kobold, still limp, her breathing slow and ragged. He unlocked her shackles and tossed them aside, then grabbed her arm and flipped her over. Kelrynn stared at the stone ceiling through half-lidded eyes. Black Hood leaned close.
“Want some more?” he growled. Without missing a beat, Kelrynn seized his hood and tore it off.
William blinked. “I thought we weren’t breaking character.”
“Changed my mind. Wanted to see your face,” she said, panting.
“Not too rough?”
“Just how I like it.” She gave him a toothy grin.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Kelrynn flicked out her tongue, brushing his lips. “Yes.” She reached down and spread herself open. She was glistening. “Impale this evil kobold with your sword.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “Soon. But first --” He cupped her face with his hands and brought their lips together, holding the kiss to savor her taste.
He released her. “Your breath smells like my cock.” Kelrynn gasped and pinched his side in mock offense.
“You really are a bastard!” she whined.
“You love it.” William ran his hands down her chest, over her belly and thighs, brushing her entrance with his fingertips. She shuddered, a pulse of warmth resonating through her body.
“Your honey is flowing like wine,” he teased.
“You’ve turned me into a harlot.”
“I like harlots.” He turned his attention to her swollen nub and attacked, sending the kobold into another fit, another orgasm pummeling her in half a minute.
“Now,” said William, laying back and putting his arms behind his head, “impale yourself, kobold.” He puffed out his chest.
“Ooh!” she cooed, a note of excitement ringing in her voice. She touched his manhood, still soft. “No good. Needs to harden up.” She came towards him on all fours, staring straight into his eyes, her tail swishing. Out came her long tongue, flicking at the tip -- it worked like a charm and he stiffened instantly.
“Oh? Did I find a good spot?” she teased. She straddled him, sliding down to his pelvis, grinding herself against his cock.
“You’re pretty wet,” he said. Kelrynn moaned, moving faster, feeling his hardness underneath her.
“Yesss,” she breathed. “I can’t wait to have you in me.”
“Then stop polishing it and get to work.”
Kelrynn paused and lifted herself. Taking hold of his prick, she guided him to her entrance and lowered her body, squirming at the sensation of being penetrated. She bit her lip as she slid down to the hilt. William leered, his lust spurred by her obvious pleasure. She gyrated her hips, slow and deliberate at first, then quicker, until her movements degenerated into wild bucking.
“Kelrynn,” William breathed, “you’re the best.” He ran his hands over her body, feeling her muscles tense and relax, the kobold’s furious humping bringing him close to another climax. Their grunts and gasps mingled to create a sexual cacophony.
“Will!” Her voice hit a note he didn’t know was possible. “Give me your seed!” On cue, the familiar rush of adrenaline surged through his body and he slammed his full length into her, almost throwing her off like a rag doll. Kelrynn’s wails echoed off the walls. Their bodies convulsed, slowed, then stopped. The kobold collapsed onto his chest, the smell of his sweat filling her nostrils.
“Gods,” she muttered after a few seconds of silence. “So good.” Pulling herself off his softening member, she snuggled up beneath William’s arm. He pulled her close.
“Up to your standards?” he asked.
“Always,” she purred. “But next time, leave the shackles on.”
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