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His old, high-school football helmet slipped around his head, the strap long since MIA. The flimsy cardboard bracers duct taped around his arms were already peeling off and taking his hair with them. He didn't remember buying any gardening gloves, nevertheless they were on his hands, at least where the holes didn't let his fingers poke through. A sword fashioned from a broom handle rested on the counter.

“Come on," a voice called from the bedroom.

“This is stupid," he called back.

“Come on, it'll be fun."

Discomfort crawled up his spine, nothing about this felt right. “Can't we just put on some Marvin Gaye and cuddle?"

“No."

“Well, I've changed my mind about this, I don't want to do it."

He heard the sound of an angry tail slapping the side of the mattress. “Do it…"

Jack said nothing.

“…or I'll never cook that pasta you like again." She didn't sound completely serious, but he took it to heart. Snatching the sword from the sink, his steel-toed work boots thumped against the floor as he strode out into the darkened bedroom. He looked himself over, adjusted his boxers, and winced at the sight of himself. Penne with pesto was worth a little embarrassment, but not this much. He cleared his throat. “Princess, I've come to…save you."

“Put some effort into it," she called from the living room.

“How did I get talked into this? Princess! I've come to save you."

“In here, Sir Knight. Save me."

An embellished groan escaped his lips and he went over to the door, opening it slowly. No kobold, just living room. “Where are you?" He searched all the places a kobold might hide, under the couch, behind the TV, in the cabinets, the laundry basket, the table, the other cabinets, the cardboard box that had been sitting against the wall since he bought his microwave three years ago, the refrigerator, the cabinets again. He tapped his sword against the wall a few times in irritation. “Alright, I give up."

“I'm in here, rescue me already, what kind of knight are you?" The voice came from the bedroom.

“How did? Forget it…" Jack plodded back, shaking his head the whole time. Who in their right mind would get off to this? At least the bedroom only held one good hiding spot. The would-be knight strode over to the closet and slid it open revealing his scaly maiden, standing there in her regal shorts and (his) Metallica shirt.

She tapped her claws together. “Bout time."

“What do I do now?"

“You're supposed to be shocked," she said through her teeth.

“Oh right, uhhh…okay princess you're saved. I'll just go do something chivalrous now."

She grabbed him by the hand, the broom handle sword fell to the ground. “But Sir Knight! I haven't thanked you properly yet."

“No, you haven't."

The kobold glared at him and gripped his hand tighter. “What I mean was no thanks is necessary, gotta go," he said, trying to pull away from her. He took a few steps back, scuffing his boots against the carpet and falling onto the bed, leaving him in a compromising position.

Lys crept towards the crusader, laying her hand on his thigh. Her half-lidded gaze might have been arousing if not for the absurdity of this charade. She licked her lips a few times and began to snicker. “Oh, but Sir Knight. You must wait! Surely you are tired from your quest?" Snickers turned to chortles and he tried to bite his tongue while the scaly princess continued. “I'm very, very…Jack? Will you stop laughing? Jack!"

But he couldn't. He laughed so hard it jostled the bed, sending his helmet rolling off to the side. He recovered to see an unamused kobold staring at him. “I'm sorry, but this is ridiculous. Does this really turn you on?"

She bared her teeth. “It might if someone took it more seriously."

“Where did you even come up with this?"

“Don't worry about where."

The way she said it gave him alarm. “Where have you been going on the internet?"

“Do you want to talk about my phone or do you want to have roleplay sex?"

“Can't I do both?"

She whipped her tail about, striking next to his hand. “No. Come on, don't you want to be my knight?"

He shifted back and forth on his rear, unable to think of how to say no without saying no. “We never needed to play dress up before, has the passion gone out of our lives so soon?"

“I just think this is sweet is all."

“Our shoestring costume budget doesn't help." Jack looked at his old helmet, pitted and scraped all over. He frowned, hard to believe he bothered to try out. His dad made a few not-so-subtle hints that he'd like it if his son tried out for the team. Jack relived a few tackles and sighed. Still, it felt nice to please the old man even though he was never going to be NFL material.

Lys brushed his arm, bringing him out of his reminiscing. “You didn't answer my question."

“About?"

“About being my knight. Do you want to do this or don't you?" She glanced at his boxers. “At least one of you knows their part."

He grinned. “All it has to do is act naturally. It's a big part too."

“Not that big," she whispered.

“Hey! Okay, now I definitely want to know where you've been going on the internet. What have you been comparing it to?!"

“Oh, nothing."

“Knights and kobolds, creepy roleplay, and now straight up porn. Lys— “

“I was joking. You know, sometimes you're really insecure and what do you mean 'creepy'?"

Jack looked around himself with a curled lip and shrugged a few times. “I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. Even if I had a full suit of armor and you were done up like Sleeping Beauty, I'd feel weird. It makes my skin crawl." He rubbed his arms for effect.

“I don't see why it would. I thought it would be nice to do something else for a change." Puppy dogs had nothing on her reptilian eyes cast downward and away from him. Her tail went limp, drooping in sync with her shoulders and the sotto voce in her voice made his eyes ache. He'd messed up now, this whole silly roleplay of hers wasn't some passing thing, she'd been planning this for a while.

“Is there anything else we can try?" he asked.

Lys paused, tilting her head left and right. “I was hoping you'd like the knight and princess, but I did have one other idea. I wanted to save it for later, to be my secret weapon." The kobold smirked at him. “It's another roleplay though," she eyed him up and down, “but you'll like this one." The points of her teeth bared themselves in a grin.

His lip quivered. “This isn't another weird fantasy thing with elves and fairies, is it?"

“No, but you will have to dress up, not for very long and nothing you haven't already worn a thousand times," she nodded to herself, “yeah, you'll like this."

Well, that piqued his curiosity, especially the “not for very long" part, he was horny and the angels of his baser nature called to him. “Alright, let's give it a shot. What do I need to do?"

“You just need to be yourself and you need to go for a walk."

***

Jack watched the last few rays of sunlight poke out from under the cloud cover before vanishing into the night. The early autumn breeze made him wish he'd brought a jacket. He didn't like walking for the sake of walking, his job had more than enough ambulation. He worked up a decent sweat though, pushing himself to distraction, trying not to think about whatever Lys was cooking up at home. The steps creaked beneath him as he went up to the apartment. “Put on your work clothes and go out for a bit." It'd been a bit. He opened the front door and muscle memory took over. Instead of going to the bedroom he walked to the fridge and snatched a bottle of water, leaving the fridge door to close on its own. The cap refused to come off and his fingers reddened under the force he put on it. He kicked off his boots and made another go at it, but even wrapping it in his shirt for a better grip did nothing. He was about to look for his pliers when he remembered the entire reason for being outside. “Lys?"

When she didn't answer he forgot about the cap. Bottle in hand, Jack went for the bedroom and nearly gagged at the unexpected, overpowering odor of his muscle ointment. His eyes were still adjusting, but he could see something green and shiny splayed across the bed. He blinked a few times and there she was. Her bare, muscular hips trailed down into her digitigrade legs. A bracelet he never remembered owning hung off her toe claws. His eyes went further up the naked, glistening kobold. Her flat chest completely uncovered and a makeshift collar around her neck that looked like one of his old belts. Another bracelet from God knows hung off her wrist. She shined in the dim lamplight like polished jade. The scent of ointment grew stronger. “Master, you're home early," she said in faux shock, lifting a claw to her muzzle.

Jack barely noticed the thump of the water bottle hitting the floor, nor the cap flying off. He couldn't even feel the contents soaking into the carpet or his socks. “Uhh…"

She grinned. “That good?"

“Where did— “

“Shh, master." She lifted her rump off the mattress and beckoned him with her tail, draped haphazardly with the purple towel from the bathroom. It slipped off after a few swings, but it got the job done. “Jack is tired and he's worked so hard, Lys will take care of you," she said softly, flicking her tongue out at him. He nodded, but his legs didn't move. A small part of him felt uneasy seeing her like this, she wasn't shy and he wasn't prudish, but his own personal kobold slave? She played it so well he almost believed it. Another small part of him was getting bigger by the moment and winning out over his reservations, he stepped closer to the bed. “That's right, come to me, come to Lys." She gestured with her claw.

He sat down slowly on the edge; the smell of ointment overpowered him and he tried not to think about how much she must have used to make her hide glean. “Well, don't just sit there," she said.

Jack crawled across the bed and into the waiting arms of his pet. Her slick, scaly hide felt good around his body; she gave him a lick across the nose and set her claws on his shoulders and leaned forward. “You owe me," she whispered. Her hands moved down his arms slowly and then slipped around his waist, untucking his shirt while he watched. She pinched the fabric a little at a time, drawing it out. “Are you okay?" She cocked her head to one side.

“I don't know how to feel about this."

“Well, I'm going to go on undressing you while you make up your mind."

“Okay." He laughed and leaned back, letting her pull his shirt over his head. She wadded it up and tossed it aside. The kobold eyed his chest, but resisted the urge to rub his body hair. “You can take those off." She pointed at his wet socks.

“I thought I was the master."

She looked down at his soggy footwear, eyes narrowed. “Well, yes, but…"

Jack grinned and thrust his feet at her. “But what?" Her snout scrunched up at the sight of him wiggling his toes. “Well? Get with it, slave." With a hiss the pet kobold hooked her claws around the edges of the sock, tugging it hard, but Jack pulled his foot away. “I want you to enjoy it," he said, tutting a finger at her. Lys cast the evil eye, but the fiendish smile on his face told her to get to work. She took hold of his sock again; droplets of water fell onto the bed as she squeezed it. Each time she pulled at it she looked to him for approval while her tail slapped the bed, perhaps he could get into this roleplay business after all. “That wasn't so hard, was it?"

She threw the soggy thing towards the bathroom. “Enjoying yourself?"

“Yes." He decided not to make a production out of the other sock, letting her yank it off and toss it away like it was diseased. The rough touch of her scales paled to the calluses on his tired soles, every once in a while, he groaned in pain when she found a sensitive spot, but lord did it feel good. It puzzled him how she became such a good masseuse so quickly, but perhaps it was a kobold trait. He watched her green claws do their thing, pain and then relief, all the pacing of the work week slipping away from his tired soles. His eyes grew heavy and nearly closed them when he saw her mouth getting dangerously close to his toes, she dipped her tongue out. “No." He pulled his foot away and she looked at him for an explanation. “Even if you are my slave."

“Are you sure, master?" She let her tongue curl around her finger and batted her eyes.

“Quite sure," he said with finality.

“As you wish, master." It felt better each time she said it and he loved the way she looked in the collar. The bracelet on her arm jangled when she moved and it had a hypnotic effect on him. She'd dip her arm to do something and right as it looked ready to slip from her wrist, she'd catch it back up again.

“Where did you find that?"

“This?" She waggled her wrist. “Was at the bottom of your shirt drawer. I hope it's not something important."

“I didn't even know I had it so you're in the clear, slave." He smiled and pondered. “Although I should probably discipline you for touching my things without asking."

Those needlepoints flashed at him again. “And how would master do that?" She crawled closer towards him and started working on his belt, slipping the prong out of the hole.

"Mmmm..." He thought it over while she tended to the rest of his belt, undoing each loop slowly. "Drawing a blank, guess I still need some help being a master."

The green kobold winked at him as she tugged away his belt. "You wouldn't put me in cuffs, would you? All chained up and helpless?"

Already the scene began playing out in his mind's eye the way she knew it would. Lys hanging by her arms or perhaps bent over something, bound and at his mercy. The phantom sensation of her hide graced his fingers, perhaps a swat on the rear, perhaps a bit of exploring. The daydream continued, blindfolded and whipping about at every sound, gagged with the points of her teeth clamped down on something so she could only moan, cuffed with no chance of retaliation, he looked at his kobold slave with new eyes and grinned. "Do we have any--"

"No, “she said.

"Hmmph, might have to do a little shopping then."

The zipper went next, pinched between her claws. Her other fondled him through his boxers, he laid back on the bed. "You're not going to fall asleep on me, are you?"

He folded his arms together and yawned, long and loud. "Not if you keep things interesting, slave."

"I think you like this too much. Remember, you owe me, 'master'."

"Remember I own you, 'slave'."

Lys chuckled and tugged his pants down with some struggling since he didn't budge an inch to help her. The green kobold dragged her tail across his legs, crawling alongside his body. Jack kept his eyes closed, but a grin crept across his face as she drew close enough to tickle his chest hair with her breath. She couldn't help herself and ran her hands all round, pinching and rubbing her scaly fingers all over him. The master didn't notice himself drifting off to sleep, but a wet sensation across the belly made his eyes shoot open. "I'm getting better at this," she said, planting another lick across his chest.

"I wasn't expecting that," he said, running a hand over her horns, petting her on the head.

"So, you don't want me to lick your feet, but your belly is okay?"

"Feet are nasty, they stay wrapped up in a sweaty sock trapped in a hot, dark boot all day long. Bellies are sexy."

“Says the guy who kissed my tailhole."

“That," he said, raising a finger, “was a crime of passion."

“Sure it was." The slave girl snatched the bottle of muscle ointment off the end table, what was left of it anyway. “I think I used a little too much, but it makes me look good, doesn't it?" She spurted some into her claws. He nodded and made a mental note to switch to a non-perfumed ointment. The slave waved at him to flip over onto his stomach and her hands went to work. “How's that, master?"

“Wonderful…how much did I pay for you at the slave market?"

“Lys fell off the back of a cart, remember? Master found me by the side of the road."

He grinned wide. “Yes, a real steal. I don't think I could have afforded you any other way, you've only increased in value."

“That's for sure. How many kobold slaves do you know who can massage like this, cook risotto, and still keep an apartment tidy?"

“Mmm, lower. Not many, in fact. I've never met one who could do all that and still look sexy at the end of the day. I'm very blessed." He felt so relaxed it took him several seconds to notice she'd stopped. Jack looked over his shoulder at his pet kobold. She looked down at her claws, holding them together, smiling and frowning at the same time. “Something wrong?"

She shook her head. “I like hearing you say things like that."

“That's not something to be upset over." He sat up. “Don't, you'll get it in your eyes and that burns like hell, here..." He rubbed her eyes for her and wrapped the kobold up in a tight hug, his arms almost slipped.

“Not such a good slave, Lys is too sensitive."

“You're just right. If I had a harem, you'd be my favorite. All the other kobolds would be jealous."

She looked up at him with an amused smile. “You'd have nothing but kobolds in your harem?" Jack rolled his eyes; he always said the right thing to brighten the mood and it always put him on the spot. So, a new scene played out in his head, a stereotypical palace room floated decorated in silks and pillows populated with nothing but scantily clad lizards at his disposal. A myriad of different colors, laughing, giggling, and dancing. Tails swaying, claws clacking, and him on a big velvet couch while Lys stood overhead, offering him a light for a new cigarette.

“Probably. You've corrupted me."

She pushed on him lightly. “I think you were already weird; all I did was send you over an edge." Lys pushed on him once more and he playfully fell back onto the bed, holding onto her as he fell.

“And I took you with me." He kissed the kobold laying on his chest. The sensation of her weight felt pleasant, he could have settled for having her sit atop him for the rest of the night if not for certain pressing needs. She seemed to sense his thoughts, turning around to stare at his boxers. “Shall I ease your tension then, master?"

“Yes, please. Be about my tension, it's getting intense."

She gave him one last peck and turned about, giving him the best view of her rear he'd ever had, but also blocking his sight. She lifted her tail for him and he feasted his eyes on her turquoise sex, already turning a light red with need. “Let's see then." The tip of her snout brushed his boxers, nuzzling at them a few times.

“See what? Your ass is in my face."

“Shush." She yanked his underwear and got them somewhere around his knees. His nethers tasted the open hair, making him exhale. “I'd like to do it like this, but it wouldn't be fun then."

Fun, she says.

Lys crawled off his chest and down between his legs, taking his boxers the rest of the way off while she went. Jack closed his eyes to center himself for the best, and most terrifying part of this whole ordeal. Lys tossed aside the undergarments and eyed his privates with a predatory gaze. Her forked tongue licked at her lips, peeking over the tips of her sharp, pointed teeth. The kobold's maw swung open with a small sigh and his heart skipped. Those needlepoints hovered mere inches away from his erection, flecks of spittle landed on him. Hot, exaggerated breaths moistened his crotch while his knuckles turned white gripping the sheets. She did it on purpose, knowing it scared the shit out of him every time. The emerald creature drug it out, barely licking the base of his manhood with the tips of her forked tongue, tasting him, teasing him. When she tired of that her tongue slipped further, making a spectacle of lapping him up one side, down the other, and back again.

The kobold turned her head to the side, a new behavior in her oral routine. He raised an eyebrow, feeling curious and worried. Her golden eyes looked directly into his own and then she flicked out her tongue at his manhood “slapping" it with her tongue. “Oh my god, just do it already!" He slammed the back of his head into the pillow several times wearing an agitated grin, but no, she flicked her tongue this way and that, making wet, surgical strikes on his aching erection. “Who's the master here again?"

“I don't know, who?" She licked him once more and began pantomiming a bobbing motion around his member. Jack waggled his head from side to side in mounting tension, always keeping his eyes on her. She made several circuits around his erection and leaned back, opening her mouth wide once more before proceeding to lap at his balls.

He hissed her name through his teeth, but the kobold pretended not to hear. Sticking her rear up in the air and tail wagging like a dog with its favorite toy. On it went, lick, lift, and drop, lick, lift, and drop. Jack clenched his fist. “Alright, that's enough."

“Enough?"

“Yes, enough." The scowl on his face killed her playful smile.

Lys nodded, giving him an apologetic look. “Enough then." She moved in for the kill and his heart stopped. Once her maw closed around him he permitted it to start beating again. Safe, and on his way to relief, he took in a deep breath and started enjoying himself. Her forked tongue tickled at the base of his member before starting the slow journey upward. The wet, velvet touch was so pleasant that he could almost forgive her teasing and the year she shaved off of his life.

“Ahh!" He blushed at the sound that came out of his mouth. Lys had turned this part into a game too, trying to coax as many moans, squeals, and yelps out of her human master as possible and then talking about it later, comparing them. She paused once in a while to let out a muffled giggle, coy and obnoxious as possible. “K-knock it--eee!" His hips spasmed of their own accord and she patted him on the thigh like a good boy. The snaking tongue continued around his glans, smothering it, squeezing him tight. always in an unsteady rhythm so he could never get his barring, making him pant.

The teased master's hips bucked again, bumping the kobold backwards, every time she moved, he felt the points of those teeth only for it to be a phantom pain. Her claw drew out a figure eight on his thigh, moving her finger up and down his skin. She completed about seven circuits and rounded the fleshy bend for an eighth then he growled at her. “Asked you not to do that," he said without humor or much air. Lys enjoyed asserting herself and for the most part he didn't mind, but he had no tolerance for that kind of touch, it made him feel a bit too vulnerable.

“Mmmf!" Lys's eyes bugged out when thrust into her mouth and the kobold grabbed his legs for stability, prodding his leg flesh with her claws. Her tongue clamped down, Jack's mouth hung open and right as his eyes were ready to roll back in well-deserved orgasm she stopped. The kobold untangled herself from him and sat back up.

Jack almost squealed, almost, but he bit his tongue at the last moment. “Why the hell did you stop?!" He clutched a pillow, ready to chuck it at her head.

“Because I want you for something else and I don't want to wait. I also don't want to…" She glanced towards the bathroom and shuddered. “Blech."

Jack's head flopped back onto the bed, “For God's sake, you could have warned me, I'm dying here."

“But then it isn't as fun, master." Her bubbly tone made his eyes twitch.

“No more internet for you, slave."

She climbed back up onto the bed and stood over him, giving a grand view of that turquoise patch of hers. “I didn't learn this from the internet, I know you well enough by now."

“You do, don't you? Ehh, I still think you're taking this too far." He smiled faintly. “Okay then, slave. Finish me off, chop chop."

“Say please."

The pillow flew from his tired hand, missing her by a country mile. “Please, before I turn you into a pair of boots."

She lowered herself down, lining herself up as she went. Jack propped himself up to watch, taking deep, deep breaths all the while. “Slave would make a sexy pair of boots, master would use nice laces for Lys, yes?"

He groaned loudly. “Yes yes, whatever you want. Gold laces, gel insoles, weekly shoe polish, just hurry up and fu— “

The words caught in his throat. She pressed down, glove-tight, warm, and welcoming. “You were saying, master?" She managed to get out. Jack said nothing, but swung an arm in her direction and motioned her onward. The kobold slave rose and fell slowly, putting those muscular legs to work, keeping balance on the semi-soft mattress while she mated her master. Sweat and the acrid odor of aroused kobold filled his nostrils.

Lys's sex gripped him, wanting to take him all the way in, but she denied herself, rising almost completely off only to ride him back down. A greedy, velvet vice wrapped around and not wanting to let go, laying claim to him. Each time she came back down it gripped him tighter. Jack heard a low, gurgling thrum rumbling out of her maw. He looked up to see her head thrown back, tongue out, and drooling like a wild animal. Her tail whipped about until it gained purchase on his leg and wrapped around him with that primal desire to breed.

A sucking sound followed by an audible pop followed each thrust scattering droplets of sex everywhere. The mattress creaked and shook beneath the two of them. Jack saw his pet's legs trembling, just about done. She'd held out as long as she could and no longer. The emerald kobold shoved herself down on him full force and roared. It was a cute, high-pitched bellow, but a roar to his ears. His body spasmed, hips shaking as he came. His eyes rolled, the world moved, and darkness took him until he heard a thump from the floor, ruining his afterglow. “Assholes…"

“They're jealous," she whispered. The kobold's body trembled against his own as they remained entwined. She leaned and bobbled left and right, almost tipping over with weakness. “Well, master?" she asked with a faint grin. Jack gave a shaky thumb sideways, not quite able to turn his hand all the way up, she laughed. “You liked my secret then?"

“Mmm."

“Tired?"

“Mmm."

“Ready for bed?"

“Mmm."

“Quick shower and then sleep?"

“Mmm." Jack made a mental note to get up, while he was at it, he reminded himself to tell her to ease up on the teasing. He also told himself to find out where she got her inspiration from since it didn't sit well with him to think that the darker parts of the internet might have its meat hooks into his precious, innocent, kobold slave girl.

And then he fell asleep.