As she felt the sudden draft, she froze.  Blunt pressure stuffed up against her pussy, sending a flash of recognition that she couldn't explain.  Thanks to the magic of the collar, the forceful pounding of the night before had left no sign on her body to counter her decision that it had been a dream.  With the thickness of the kobold, it would have been hard for him to tell whether she was a virgin or not, regardless.<br/><br/>Mourn's comment made her realize that everyone was able to see her not-quite-sitting on the lap she'd been directed to.  She had to sit down, but doing so would mean...  She took a breath, and started to lower herself more.  She could feel the thick shaft open her - she was wet enough that it slid smoothly - until it hit something deep inside her.  There was still another handspan between her ass and his lap, but to hold that position was already making her muscles complain.  She needed to sit down.