Side Story: A different landing place (Or, When the DM doesn't provide level-appropriate encounters)

The chain connecting my ankle to the wall jingled as I thrust up into the kobold. On the bright side, she wasn't one of the more doglike ones that seemed to be some kind of evolutionary throwback, and served as the underclass for whatever tribe I'd been kidnapped by, which meant that she wasn't covered in matted fur with various bits of foulness and detritus stuck to it. On the downside, the lizardlike physiology meant she was flat as a board, the only proof she was female being the vice-like grip her vagina had on my dick as she slowly bounced her pint-size form up and down.

There wasn't really a lot to look at, both figuratively and literally, given that she was barely more than half a metre tall, and all of that height was going into forcing her (squeezing, pulsing) cunt down centimetre after centimetre until her pelvis slapped against mine, the head of my cock hitting depths I would have been sure was painful were it not for the enthusiastic yipping noises she made every time I bottomed out in her.

I had no idea how long we'd been doing this for, the basic furnishings of the cave I was stuck in didn't include anything like a clock, but it had obviously been long enough to wear her out, as when she went to push herself back up, her knees wobbled, then gave out, dropping her back down hard, forcing a grunt out of me and another loud yip out of her.

I took a moment to see if she'd do anything else, and as nothing happened, I rolled us both over so that I could pull out. Her leg feebly hooking as far as it could around my thigh combined with her grabbing the back of my neck didn't physically stop me, but it did grab my attention. Her panting muzzle was stretched into a wide grin as she looked up at me.

"Breed me, great one!" Draconic was a language designed for loud, timbrous voices, which meant that hearing it from someone as vertically challenged as a kobold made it sound like they'd been huffing helium. "Pump me full of your cum, so that my eggs will hatch strong!"

While I wasn't a huge fan of being a sex slave to a tribe of kobolds, I couldn't deny the fact that they'd figured out how to push my buttons. I wasn't unaware of the fact that they'd been conditioning me to react to that kind of thing, given that the only interactions with other sentient (the jury was still out on sapient) beings for however long I'd been here had been with kobolds trying to get me to knock them up, but just because I was aware of it didn't mean that it didn't work.

Didn't mean I had to like it, though. My hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed, pinning her to the floor as I crouched over her. Her legs kicked futilely as I started jackhammering in and out, throwing the whole of my hips into the movement in order to properly fuck her, the sheer force combined with the slowly growing puddle of lubrication dripping out of her the only things allowing me to make any progress against the crushing pressure her tiny pussy was exerting on my dick.

Her nails scratched uselessly against the scales on my back as each downwards thrust slammed her lower back against the cold stone floor, her hips being dragged upwards each time I pulled back, slowly sliding off of my cock until I drove back into her, sandwiching her soft body between the floor and mine. My hand was still firmly attached to her throat, the lack of oxygen slowly getting to her as I fucked her into the ground. The excitement in her eyes had finally been replaced with fear, as each movement of her limbs became more feeble.

Good.

With a sound somewhere between a grunt and a roar I thrust forwards one last time, burying myself up to the hilt in her before finally cumming, emptying myself into her limp body before standing up and pulling off of me with a wet shlicking noise. I took a moment to check that she was still breathing, before dropping her unconscious form.

I took a brief moment to fantasise about killing her anyway, just stomping on her head until it splattered, but I let the urge pass. I wasn't going to piss the tribe off at this point, and I didn't really like the idea of brutally murdering someone I'd just fucked unconscious.

There wasn't much I did like about the whole thing, to be honest, my actions included, but I had a lot of pent-up rage and frustration, and I couldn't stop it boiling out of me whenever I had the opportunity to get a little bit of payback.

I considered the chain again, a crude, rusty thing put into place after my escape attempt. It wouldn't take that much effort to break if I truly went for it, alternating fire and cold breaths would shatter it easily enough, but that wouldn't ensure that I actually got out of here. I'd snuck halfway out of the damn place before I was spotted last time, and fought my way out of the other half, but the dire weasels that they kept by the cave entrance had taken me out in short order, the large animals clamping on until I collapsed from blood loss.

The tribe had taken it surprisingly calmly, despite the fact that I'd managed to kill enough kobolds as I broke free in order to level up, gaining a useful healing aura and scales (which had not helped with the weird fascination the lizard people had for me). The chief had even said "Eh, you escaped and killed people, that's one of the risks when you capture dragons. Try it again and we'll cut your legs off, though.", the threat of which being the reason I was loathe to try and escape again until I knew I'd succeed.

Still wasn't as bad as me getting captured, though. While my own bad luck had me wander into a warband of kobolds as I tried to figure out where I'd been dropped, I should have done something sensible like 'run' or 'hide' as opposed to what I actually did, which was use my new knowledge of Draconic to try talking to them to learn where the fuck I was, and when that failed and they started surrounding me, use my fire breath to try and scare them off.

I'd underestimated how strong of a dragon fetish the little terrors had, as they swarmed me, a couple charging directly into the fire for the chance to overbear me, dying in the process but ensuring the rest had the opportunity to drag me to the ground and pummel me unconscious, something that took a long time given my damage resistance, to the point where they ended up choking me out instead.

A slurping noise broke me out of my reverie, and I spun around, chain rattling, to see the kobold, the fingers of one hand in her mouth, the other hand scooping up some of the drying semen on her thighs to ferry it up to her questing tongue. Upon seeing me notice her, she shoved the gobbet of spunk into her mouth, and wiped her hands on her hips as she swallowed.

"Thank you, oh mighty one! We shall have such strong children!" she exclaimed. For my part, I snorted doubtfully. I wasn't sure whether or not it was that humans and kobolds weren't compatible, or if I lacked the typical human fecundity prevalent in D&D, but I'd apparently not knocked any of them up yet, much to their shaman's disgust. Still, it hadn't stopped every kobold that turned up to have sex with me acting like they'd be the one to have my children.

Seeing my lack of interest, she scurried off, out of the entrance of the cave. It was a weird dynamic; all of the kobolds that came here knew that I could kill them fairly easily, but all of us knew the tribe could kill me if they tried. It created a weird air of forced politeness whenever I interacted with one of them, all of them trying to keep me happy as they raped me.

I sat for a moment, before engaging in my new hobby – freezing the walls with my cold breath to get water to condense on them. It was slow going, but it was the only way to get any water, giving me both the opportunity to clean myself of the remnants of kobold juice still splashed over my genitals, as well as something to drink that wasn't the thick, sticky fungus brew that was delivered to me every so often.

The steady tapping noise of wood rhythmically hitting floor some indeterminable time later broke me from my water gathering. Almost without conscious thought I moved, a heavy metal thunk indicating that I'd stretched the chain around my ankle to the limit as I got as close to the entrance as possible, going through the motions of giving myself a Beguiling Presence as I did so.

There weren't any light sources in the cave system (with the exception of whenever I breathed fire), and my feat-given darkvision only allowed me to see in black-and-white, but it was enough to tell that the approaching kobold was darker than the others, with scales almost black compared to the rusty brown colour shared by most of the tribe. Her quarterstaff tapped against the floor with every step, and over her left arm was draped a familiar cloak.

"Shaman Chaar." I couldn't keep out the growl in my voice whenever I spoke Draconic, and this time I leaned into it, my voice reverberating off of the walls of the cave. "You have something of mine."

"Your hoard is ours, princeling. That we are thinking about giving some back is not a..."

"I DID WHAT YOU ASKED!" I roared, letting my anger and rage boil out of me. "I fucked all of the kobolds you sent into the cave, and didn't kill a fuckin' one. And you agreed, that in exchange, you would return what was MINE!"

Chaar took my anger surprising well. "You promised that you would breed them. We've sent over thirty mates to you, and not one of them has laid eggs as a result. You've not kept up your side, so why should we keep ours?"

Oh no, I wasn't going through all of this just to get rules-lawyered out of what I'd suffered for. "Reason one is that it's not my fault none of you could get knocked up after I fucked them. Reason two is that I don't care whether or not the rest of you could kill me, if you fuck me on this I'll tear out your heart and feed it to you!"

She wasn't quite able to hide the tremor in her voice. "You'd die."

I grinned. "Maybe, but you'd die first." I was starting to think I'd got the hang of negotiating with kobolds.

There was a moment where she wavered, but firmed herself up. "Well, maybe we can sort something out. Maybe if you told us the trick of how the magic in them works?"

"What part of 'they only work for me' wasn't clear?" Got to love cost reductions that also work as a security system. "The trick is 'be me', something you're all fuckin' hoping for anyway. Now, you gonna hand them over?"

"You still haven't bred any of Clan Fiercefang, so..." Her red eyes glinted in the light as tiny sparks danced out from between my gritted teeth. "So I'm sure that after you have these, you'll keep rutting our stronger warriors until it takes, right?"

Oh for fucks... "Fine, whatever, now hand them the fuck over already!"

There was an awkward moment as she realised that she'd have to get within grabbing range to hand things over, but as she walked over I practically snatched the cloak and ring from her hand, immediately sliding them on.

The sheer bliss I felt using the ring to Prestidigitate away all of the muck that had built up from living in a dark and dank cave, all of the bits of kobold from my escape attempt I'd not been able to remove, all of the sexual juices that stained my crotch, was amazing. I took a moment to luxuriate in the feeling of just not being dirty, sliding my hands across my scales for once not wanting to take some sandpaper to them. I briefly considered pulling food out of the cloak and chowing down, but figured it was better for Chaar to leave before I had my first meal down here that wasn't comprised of fungus and bits of insect. Didn't want her to get any ideas about claiming it back from me, after all.

Chaar hadn't moved after I'd grabbed my items back, and I took a moment to loom over her before I figured out why. None of the kobolds of the tribe were more than a metre tall, and most only just over half that. I was flat out naked (well, apart from a cloak and a ring, now). Chaar herself was just the right height to be eye level with my penis, and had got distracted by my dick being less than a handspan from her face. It took her a moment to notice me noticing her distracted state, before she shook off her fugue state and tried to make eye contact.

"I'll send the next warrior in with your next meal." An attempt at maintaining control of the situation was made as she turned around to walk away, although I ruined it before she got more than a step away.

"Wanna fuck?" The words slipped out before I'd really thought about them, but it wasn't difficult to come up with justifications. Giving her an easy win here would make my life easier, and I couldn't deny the temptation to pin her down and fuckin' ruin her as a cheap form of revenge. "After all, you were the one who was doubting that I was breeding your warriors properly. You can make sure I'm holding up my end of the bargain personally."

I could feel the indecision wafting off of her even without her turning around to face me. It hadn't slipped my notice that none of the kobolds sent in to have sex with me had been anything other than expendable, and she'd be putting herself completely at my mercy. On the other hand, if she did have sex with me, she might manage to have whatever weird draconic babies she thought I'd give her. Plus the fact that backing down now would show that she was scared, which would give me leverage in the future.

I'd backed up a couple of steps during her deliberation, purely as a petty power move. It meant that when she turned around, words of acceptance on her lips, she had to walk towards me, intentionally putting herself within range of me. She made her steps deliberate, each slow step accompanied with the clack of her quarterstaff against the floor until she was just outside of my reach.

"Alright, I'll have sex with you. Lay down on the floor then." She did her best to stare at me imperiously. Cute.

"No."

Her confusion was brief, as I used the slack in the chain stepping backwards had given me to allow me to lunge forwards, grabbing her before she could do anything. A spin and a step had her pinned against the wall, my hands pinning her arms above her head in short order. Didn't want her getting off any somatic components of anything. I pressed up against her, the difference in height meaning that my genitals were up against her face, my slowly hardening dick lying across the top of her snout as my scrotum pressed against her nose. A tongue flickered out to drag across my ball sack before retreating as she realised just what she'd done.

"What in Tiamat's name do you think you're doing?" It's difficult to sound authoritative when you're at best 70cm tall and have a voice like a yipping dog, and the fact that she could no doubt fuck me up with a couple of spells didn't really help her sound intimidating when she was going cross-eyed staring at my dick.

"Figured I'd give you the opportunity to lube me up first. Aren't I kind?" I didn't know whether or not I was getting away with this due to the supernatural charisma skills Beguiling Presence gave me, some kind of innate kobold cowardice, or simply pure audacity, but saying the first thing that had popped into my mind had worked so far, so fuck it, I was going to keep going.

"You can't possibly expect me to mphhh!" The snout stopped me pushing my dick all of the way down her throat, but I was pretty sure I'd at least hit the back of her tongue when I shoved my cock into her mouth so hard her nose banged against my pubes. There was a tiny thought to her well-being (which I ignored based on the fact that she was partially responsible for me being chained up in a cave), a slightly larger thought to whether she could bite my dick off at this angle (I was fairly confident about my damage reduction, but if anything would count as a critical hit, chomping on my dick surely would), but mostly I enjoyed the warm wet feeling as she flickered her tongue around my shaft.

I didn't know if the last however-long I'd been here had given me a kobold fetish, or if I was just enjoying the feeling of power, but the impotent anger in her gaze as she looked up at me was definitely doing something for me. It couldn't have been more than a minute or two of her suckling away, saliva drooling down the sides of her mouth, leaving a liquid coating over my thighs, before I was so hard it was almost painful.

Pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop, I took advantage of her daze to crouch down, hook my arms beneath her thighs, and hoist her up into the air, her back still pinned against the wall. I pushed even closer up against her, my body flat against hers as she was bent almost in half, her feet up against her shoulders, neck craned as she looked straight up at my face looming down at her, and the entrance to her sopping wet pussy brushing against the head of my cock.

"Ready?" I didn't wait for a response before I dropped her, impaling her in one swift motion, the combination lubrication of her saliva and the (semi-surprising) amount of grool the only reason I got more than halfway into her, her vaginal muscles contracting tightly enough that it felt like she was trying to squeeze my dick off.

As my pelvis slammed into her arse, softer and plusher than that of any of the warriors I'd ploughed, .the noise that came out of her throat was less of a yip and more of a yowl, the sound starting somewhere at the bottom of her diaphragm and being forced out by me thrusting upwards. The sound continued, lessening in intensity as I pulled her up until only my cockhead remained inside her, before rising in volume and pitch as I forced her back down, only stopping when the biological need to breathe overrode all other considerations, the occasional heaving gasp restoring some semblance of clarity before I did my best to fuck it right back out of her.

Her eyes had long since rolled into the back of her head, her face completely blissed out and unresponsive. The only signs she was conscious were the constant noise and the fact that the muscles in her pussy hadn't stopped working, semi-rhythmically pulsing and contracting as I kept slamming her up and down on my shaft.

One benefit of the amount of what could euphemistically be called exercise that I'd done while I'd been here was that I was in much better shape than I was before I gained dragon-based superpowers, a fact that I used responsibly and wisely to fuck Chaar into a drooling, mewling mess. I only stopped when I had to, her muscles clamping down so hard I physically couldn't pull her along my dick, as she let out the most god-awful keening wail that brought to mind the image of someone stabbing a cat in the testicles. As I looked down at her, quivering and shaking, it didn't take a genius to realise what had happened.

"Did you just cum?" I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "And so easily too." It hadn't taken me long to pick up trends among the kobolds (ok, it had taken a little while, but in my defence, I'd been distracted), and one of the things I'd noticed was that they got very defensive when they came comparatively quickly, something that seemed to be true of the shaman as well, judging by the way she started stammering denials in between gasps of air.

I was semi-adorable to see someone who'd spent so much of their time being calm and in control brought down like this. No, wait, gratifying, that was the word. It was gratifying to see the bitch brought down a peg, which was why the moment she loosened up, I went back to fucking her again, putting enough force into it that her arse was going to be bruised for the next week.

It was even funnier the second time she came, squealing denials about the fact that she was cumming as her squirt sprayed across my stomach. A few thrusts later and I came too, growling into her ear as I just let myself unload inside her. I pulled her off of me and dropped her to the floor, trusting that she was out of it enough that she wouldn't notice how much my legs were shaking from the effort of holding her up.

"Good enough for you? Can't really say it's my fault now, can you?" The smirk on my face was clear in my voice as I used my ring to clean the juices off of me, once again revelling in the feeling of being clean. I didn't necessarily enjoy everything I had to do to get my hands back on it, but it was difficult to feel like it wasn't worth it now I actually had my prize.

It took a minute for Chaar to pull herself to her feet, the quarterstaff that had once acted as an accessory (or possibly defensive tool) now used to support her weight as she leaned on it for stability. She refused to meet my gaze as I stared at her with a shite-eating grin, instead finding something very interesting about the walls of the cave.

"Good enough, I suppose." My audible scoff at her words caused her flinch. "I'll have someone sent in with your food soon." As she slowly limped off, bow-legged, I moved back to the back of the cave, intent on figuring out what kinds of food my cloak could create. I had no idea what would mix best with the mix of fungus and insect that was my normal food ration around here, but it wasn't like I was low on time to find out.

It was a while before the next real shake-up happened. Keeping track of the days passing was impossible in the constant darkness of the cave, the only things punctuating the boredom being food deliveries and new (or sometimes already seen) kobolds to fuck, and both happened inconsistently and randomly enough that it was impossible to use them to set a schedule to. It really fucked up my sleeping pattern as well, with nothing to stop me falling asleep and waking up whenever.

This meant that when the flimsy wooden barricade that had been erected in front of the cave entrance to serve as some kind of pseudo-door collapsed inwards, it woke me up from my nap. I pulled myself to my feet, cloak wrapped around me, as a large woman strode into the room.

She was large in many senses of the word, easily two, maybe two and a half metres tall, and built like a brick shithouse, her entire form rippling with muscle. Breasts bigger than my head were capped in large areola and seemed to defy gravity itself, almost perfectly round and perky. The only thing she was wearing was a loincloth that barely covered half of her thighs, and her eyes glowed like emeralds as she prowled towards me.

"So, you're the princeling dragon the little lizards were going on about? You don't look like a dragon to me. Certainly no dragon would find themselves chained up by something so pathetic." Her voice was deep and husky, with a weight to it that seemed to bypass my ears and hit me directly in the ribcage, like standing next to a speaker at a concert. As she advanced I suddenly found myself the one being loomed over, having to take a step backwards to avoid having my face crushed between her tits.

"I did try to tell them I'm not actually a dragon a couple of times, but they refused to believe me, and after a while I gave up." I bemusedly defended myself, much to her amusement.

"Hmph, dragon-blooded, then? No matter, this..." She made a sweeping gesture at the cave, "hovel will certainly not do." A single stamp of her bare foot shattered the chain, links clattering across the stone floor. "Follow me." Was her imperious command.

As she turned and walked to the entrance, I stayed still. I didn't have a fuckin' clue what was going on or who this was, and I was torn between following her and seeing where this went and staying and hiding here until I could break out on my own later. After a couple of steps, she stopped and twisted back around to look at me, one eyebrow raised. "Well?"

As much as I was hoping she was part of an adventuring party clearing out the kobold tribe, I was starting to get the sinking suspicion that she wasn't. "You've yet to give me the honour of introducing yourself?" I hazarded. Politeness couldn't hurt in this situation, I reasoned.

"Ah, how churlish of me, to not introduce myself to a gentleman." The mocking lilt to her voice did nothing to comfort me. "I am Lashonna the Viridian, but a fine specimen like yourself can call me Mistress."

Ah fuck. I was pretty sure I knew what was going on now, but vain hope had me press onwards. "And if I wasn't willing to do that?"

There was no in-between moment. One second, I was staring at this enormous, mostly naked (and strikingly attractive) woman, and the next I was pinned to the floor by a large claw, a massive green scaled face bearing down at me.

"I don't recall giving you a choice." If her words before had hit me in the ribcage, this hit me in every bone at once, the combination of her voice and the sheer force behind her speech leaving me almost paralysed with fear, as I lay pinned at the mercy of something that had my hindbrain was screaming in terror.

I was easily hoisted to my feet, as the green dragon became humanoid again in an instant. "When I heard that there was a kobold tribe with a captive dragon, I just had to come and check it out. While you weren't quite what I was hoping for, you're more than attractive enough to be my consort, and I'm sure our children will be powerful enough shock troops. You should consider yourself lucky that you're barely worthy enough to attract my attention." Sure, I was lucky that my chances of escape had just plummeted within the last couple of minutes, from 'maybe gain a level and wait for a decent enough opening' to 'hope a powerful enough adventuring party turns up before I get killed by the evil murder lizard because of some random whim on their part.'

I numbly followed her out of the cave, cursing my shitty luck, past lines of bowing and scraping kobolds as Lashonna led me down into the cave system, past rooms filled with kobolds frantically training, past some enterprising kobold painting a mural of a great green dragon on a nearby wall, all the way into the euphemistically named 'throne room' that I'd seen once, when I was dragged in front of Chief Fiercefang after being captured. The chief, Shaman Chaar, and two other kobolds I'd never had the chance to get the name of were shovelling coins, bits of jewellery, and every other shiny thing it seemed that they could get their hands on into a pile at the back of the room, just behind the throne.

"Acceptable enough, minions, for now at least. Soon we shall expand my demesne into something more suitable for me, but this will do for the moment." A hand to my back pushed me forwards. "You may have the chair, princeling. Even whatever minor spark of dragon-kind that lives within you makes you more than any of these lizards." With that, and another shift in form, she took off, before landing on the hoard with a clatter.

As I did as I was bade, perching myself on the kobold-sized throne (or a me-sized chair) at the edge of the hoard while a large green dragon stretched herself across the pile, causing coins to skitter across the floor, kobolds discreetly flinging themselves out of the way rather than risk touching their new mistress' treasure, I found myself considering the fact that this was not really the D&D experience I'd been expecting.