The Sexy & The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)
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				Title: <strong>The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>12-12-2018, 23:11:53</strong>
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				You asked for it, I deliver! And I will never stop using the pun.<br><br>Use this thread for whatever non-momentary sexings, past, present and future, that your characters get up to!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>13-12-2018, 08:03:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br>Quiet had seized the Sootscale clutch as the night had crept steadily onward toward the witching hour, and slowly even those drinking and playing games or telling tales had drifted off to sleep.&nbsp; Nug, who rarely engaged in the thrills of drunken gambling for trinkets and trophies, stole from her private corner of the warren and moved silently to where Poz was dozing.<br><br>In anticipation of a bit of private hunting and training, she hadn't donned the weaponry and armor she wore for a typical foray to the surface.&nbsp; Her attire was minimal and, some might have noted, vaguely suggestive.&nbsp; While she would never outright admit that the items were chosen deliberately for that purpose, she was hardly the sort to do anything without purpose.<br><br>Crouching beside the sleeping male, she bent close and gave him a gentle shake, whispering softly.&nbsp; "Psst...Poz, wake up.&nbsp; C'mon.&nbsp; The hunt today was boring and I need to work off some energy or I'll never sleep."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>14-12-2018, 04:40:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/1zq8oc6.jpg)</div><br>Pozhvim’s usual nook was the kind of place only a weirdo like him would want. There was some kind of glowy fungus up out of reach in a hole in the ceiling above where he slept. Not bright enough to be painful, but who’d want to sleep with that shining down on them? Dopey Pozhvim, apparently, who got lost in the dark, braided chains and crowns out of glowshrooms, and always had his hand on a wall.<br><br>The slim male starts slightly at Nug’s grip, but doesn’t pull away. Typical of him. Typically odd. Most kobolds who don’t like sleeping curled up in a pile of other kobolds react badly to being touched, but despite sleeping alone, rather like Nug does, Pozhvim is…Seemingly quite comfortable being pushed, grabbed, and otherwise physically guided to do what others want of him.<br><br>He is, for lack of a better word, pliable. Oh, he’s rather submissive, too, but that’s a more conscious side of him. <br><br>Pozhvim isn’t entirely conscious at the moment, though. He turns slightly towards her, orange-rimmed eyes trying to use the dim glow of the hanging candelabra mushrooms rather than the darkness. “…Nug?” he murmurs quietly. Then, as her words percolate through his sleepiness, he gives a slow nod. “Okay?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>14-12-2018, 05:19:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br>Pleased at the, albeit expected, compliance from the other kobold, she straightened and turned her head to cast a discerning glance around the main room of the warren.&nbsp; There were soft snores, a few other bodily noises and slight movements, but it was easy enough for her to determine that no one else was awake...at least none that cared to know what the weirdos were up to.<br><br>Looking back to him, she flashed a faint grin, unable - perhaps not even attempting - to hide the faint predatory gleam of anticipation that sparkled in her yellow eyes.&nbsp; "Don't wear anything delicate or...of value to you.&nbsp; I suspect that the game will be sparse."&nbsp; Her tongue flicked briefly from the corner of her mouth, the quietly spoken words implying that even if there were plenty of prey to be found, she would find an excuse to hunt her favorite quarry.<br><br>Stepping back a bit, she leaned slightly against the wall in his nook, giving him a semblance of privacy while he dressed for their night time games.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered the sleeping forms of the tribe, and her hands absently stroked the well-worn, hide-wrapped bone handles of her daggers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>14-12-2018, 16:02:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/1zq8oc6.jpg)</div><br>Pozhvim slinks up to his feet. His eyes do flicker to the little nook hidden up in the light-shaft where he keeps his dresses rolled up, but while he stretches languidly, he doesn’t reach for them. <br><br>Even after being with the tribe for years, he’s less comfortable in his nudity than the average kobold, but he’s working on it in his slow, sure way. He’s not a bad-looking kobold at all…Agile enough to keep up with Nug, and sometimes even Mogroom -- which is saying something -- but smooth-limbed where Nug’s rather muscular for a kobold. Short for a male…So short that she can look him in the eye. Mostly, though, what makes him attractive is that he doesn’t seem to really be aware that he is, and he listens to and works with pretty much anyone.<br><br>...Well, that and the obvious signs of dragon-blood in his toothy smile. Poz has some seriously fangy jaws on him.<br><br>Pozhvim scoops up the sling which he sometimes uses for small game and the pouched, human-made belt that he throws over one shoulder. He has some smooth rocks he’s gathered for the sling (which he keeps separate from pretty rocks he’s collected or been given, in different pouches).<br><br>After that, he slips the tip of his tail through the strapped, jagged metal blade which he sometimes wears on it and bends unselfconsciously to tighten the straps that anchor it. He gives a quick little flick with his tail towards the wall, just enough to feel the straps' comfortable snugness and reassure himself that it's well attached. <br><br>During this little ritual, Pozhvim has been mulling over Nug’s statement. She doesn’t usually have a negative attitude about hunting, but…Ah? He cocks his head slightly at her, studying her expression carefully, then essays a hesitant smile. “Okay. We’ll…See what you can catch?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-12-2018, 07:30:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br>She glanced over at his words and returned the smile, cocking an expectant brow before pushing off the wall to lead him toward the tunnel that went to the surface.&nbsp; Or, well, one of them.&nbsp; As they slipped into the darker portions of the tribe's tunnels, she silently reached out to slip her hand into his, knowing he wasn't as secure in the darkness as she was.<br><br>She spent the short trip up and out in silence, which was hardly out of character, and once they had exited into moonlight she released Poz to stretch with a soft rowl of pleasure.&nbsp; While she didn't <em>dislike</em> being underground, she certainly never made it a secret how much she preferred the surface.&nbsp; Even when she had to go about with her hood up to protect from the uncomfortable light of the midday sun.<br><br>As the tension melted from her shoulders and she dropped her arms to gaze up at the stars, she smiled and murmured softly.&nbsp; "Moon's fat tonight, so you'll be able to see just fine.&nbsp; How much of a head start would you like, bunny? Count of twenty...or maybe thirty?"&nbsp; Her eyes gleamed as she turned her gaze from the moon to him, a new sort of tension coiling in her muscles as she grew eager for the chase.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>16-12-2018, 23:09:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/GmVMTHJ3/eef6ec6b38c38ad3b97da9b5de81db90-2.png)</div>Pozvhim trails along quietly after Nug, comfortable with her silence, tasting the slightly musky scent of the kobold leading him in the air, and inwardly happy that he guessed her mood. The feeling is reinforced when her firm grip closes on his own slender hand in the blackness, and she helps to guide him. The simple gesture warms him inwardly. He imagines many kobolds in the tribe just feel he’s not a very good kobold, without thinking about why, but the huntress has him figured out pretty well, he thinks. <br><br>It’s a pleasant feeling, and Nug tugging him along lets him move faster than he usually would with a hand to the wall. He closes his eyes to the darkness, and after a moment lets his trailing hand drop from the nearby tunnel wall, just trying to feel where Nug is taking him. <br><br>If he trips, well, it would hardly surprise anyone, but it’s somehow thrilling to be pulled along blindly through the twisting tunnels. Pozhvim compares the changing smells and the turns they’re taking to the mental map he’s painstakingly assembled, and decides they’re heading towards one of the less-used exits.<br><br>At the first taste on the air currents of the outside, with its rich green smells and more turbulent wind, he opens his eyes, pupils dilating suddenly to adjust for the silvery moonlight that strikes shifting opal glitter on Nug’s scales. The sight stirs ticklish pleasure in his pouch, and he feels himself firming slightly. For a moment, Pozhvim glances away, trying to think of other things, because he won’t be able to run so well if he’s too aroused.<br><br>After all, he knows she doesn’t want a boring hunt.<br><br>Just in case, Pozhvim slides his hands along the sling wrapped around his waist, cups the pouch holding the stones for it, and flexes his tail to brush the blade at its tip along the ground. They might not be the only things out here, and that makes these little trysts simultaneously more dangerous and more exciting. <br><br>That little ticklish sensation between Pozhvim's thighs tightens with a fluttery feeling as she calls him "Bunny," and he exhales slowly, then breathes in deep, trying to calm himself and think. She doesn’t want boring, so…<br><br>“Thirty,” he breathes, then bolts past her and out of the little patch of brush which obscures the tunnel mouth.<br><br>At first, Pozhvim sprints as only a kobold can, claws digging into the loamy soil as he hurtles through the grass, head down and tail out straight behind him for balance. A twenty count won’t quite get him to the Shrike's banks, but with thirty he still might have a decent lead when he reaches the river. For the moment he’s focusing on distance, not even trying to evade her tracking abilities. He mulls over what he remembers of the river’s edge, changing direction slightly as he thinks.<br><br>Nug is sneakier than he is…But not much. She’s far, far better at tracking, though. Really, she taught Pozhvim most of what little he knows. <br><br><em>So what irritates her when she loses her prey?</em> <br><br>Pozhvim spots the edge of the river. She’ll be after him by now. She'll have probably guessed he went straight to the river to break his scent. She might sprint just as fast as he did instead of worrying about tracking. He doesn’t dive in, but goes into the water as smoothly as he can and lets the flow carry him for another twenty count before…<em>Yes</em>, the hanging branch he remembers is still here. That will help make things interesting.<br><br>He pulls himself up, shaking water off quickly before padding along the branch, jumping to another, and barely managing to catch himself from falling off of a third. Pozhvim makes a good fifty feet among the leaves before dropping back down onto a rocky patch which will hopefully hide his footprints for a little distance. <br><br>On one level, Pozhvim’s confident that she will find him…And he <em>does</em> want to be found. He’s never quite sure what she’ll do when she catches him, but she’s never been truly cruel, unlike many members of the tribe when he disappoints them. <br><br>No, it’s really quite the opposite of cruelty, even though sometimes it hurts in amazing ways. She's always careful not to truly injure him. He's not too afraid of getting caught...And yet, he doesn’t want to disappoint her. She wants a non-boring hunt, and he wants to do his best, so on another level he wants to make it as hard for her to catch him as possible.<br><br>Still, he can't help himself. He’s curious as to just how effective his tricks will be. Pozhvim clambers up another tree, using low-hanging branches instead of sinking his claws into the bark, and doing his best not to disturb them. He shifts over a few more trees, crossing from limb to limb, before descending once more…Slowly and as sneakily as he can, doubling back to overlook the river and watch his own path, making his course something of a spiral that curves in on itself.<br><br>His count must be nearly a hundred now, though Pozhvim thinks he must’ve lost his place once or twice when he nearly missed jumping from one branch to another. He slowly stretches out beneath a bush on his belly, trying to ignore the tingly pressure and friction of the ground against his slightly swollen genitals.<br><br>Pozhvim watches the branch hanging out over the river, breathing as shallowly as he can, a little fearful and a little aroused…<br><br>…And very, very much enjoying the game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>17-12-2018, 05:54:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br>A faint smile flickered across Nug's mouth as she nodded and closed her eyes, beginning her count at a slow, even pace.&nbsp; "One...Two...Three..."&nbsp; Faintly, above the sound of her own voice, she heard Poz's rapid footsteps as he moved away, but they were soon lost in the distance.<br><br>Her own anticipation and desire for the hunt rose with each number she spoke, so that at first her heart rate matched the laconic rhythm of her counting, but before long it had begun to pick up speed.&nbsp; Her muscles felt restless and a heat had been stoked low in her abdomen, one which did not often come upon her and distract.&nbsp; The urge to run, to follow the inevitable markings that Poz had left in his wake, were strong and made the idea of ending her count early tempting.<br><br>But, she knew better.&nbsp; The chase was always better with a long count, and if she cheated, then the game would be less fun...for both of them.&nbsp; Besides, the only reason these little sessions worked was that Poz trusted her, even if cheating the count seemed like a minor infraction, it indicated a disrespect.&nbsp; When you played such dangerous games, you needed to be extra cautious.<br><br>"Twenty-eight...twenty-nine...thirty!"&nbsp; The moment the last number was out, her golden eyes flew open and she scanned the area around her, knowing that, at least at first, his sign would be so clear a hatchling could follow it.&nbsp; Sure enough, she spotted the divots in the loamy earth where his claws had dug in for traction immediately and began moving quickly along his trail.<br><br>As she followed his trail, she thought back to the first few times they'd played their little hunting game, how swiftly she'd discovered him and the way it had turned into teaching him how to fool her.&nbsp; The other kobold might have found their little games strange, but she had never much cared what others thought of her, and Poz, in his own way, was the same.&nbsp; She admired his refusal to relinquish what made him happy, just in an attempt to fit in.&nbsp; She suspected that might have been what had initially drawn her to him.<br><br>When she reached the river, she paused and grinned, getting out of her own head to focus on her surroundings.&nbsp; Dropping into a crouch where his tracks led into the water, she lightly touched the ground, then lifted her head to look around, calling in a slightly sing-song, teasing, husky voice.&nbsp; "Such a clever rabbit you are..."&nbsp; She straightened and slipped into the water herself, moving with it and watching around her intently, trying to think like him...a trick she'd grown more and more skilled at.<br><br>Despite her focus, she nearly missed the branch, her eyes having been checking the banks of the river for any sign of wet footprints leading out of the water.&nbsp; With a grunt, she managed to snag the branch at the last second and pull herself up, settling on top for a moment to catch her breath and scan the ground beneath her.&nbsp; She didn't think he'd tree himself, just to immediately drop back to the ground, but the moment you stopped anticipating the unexpected, that was the moment you lost your prey.<br><br>And she had no intention of losing this prey.<br><br>Once she'd determined he hadn't dropped there, she began looking for broken twigs and disturbed leaves, spotting them after a moment and heading in the direction she knew he'd gone.&nbsp; Her nostrils flared as she deftly passed from branch to branch, as if she could track him by mere scent.&nbsp; It was as if she could sense him nearby, and feeling as if she were drawing close to her quarry only made the distracting ache that much more intense.&nbsp; Her breathing had grown heavier and quicker with the increased thudding of her heart and she had to shove the thought of what would happen when she caught up to Poz into the back of her mind.<br><br>For a moment, she passed the spot where he'd dropped, but when she realized that she saw no more sign, she turned back and spotted the stony surface with a smile, murmuring to herself.&nbsp; "Smart...you're getting better and better at this."&nbsp; The sign of his skill at thwarting her was oddly even more arousing, and she absently pressed her free hand to her lower stomach...just above her hidden sex...before she dropped to the ground.&nbsp; Standing there silently, she let her gaze go unfocused as she scanned the area...knowing that was often the easiest way to spot a disturbance.<br><br>Canting her head, she lifted her slightly rowling voice once more, massaging her stomach as she resists the temptation to let her hand fall a bit further down to caress the place that begged for attention.&nbsp; "Are you watching me, little bunny?&nbsp; Keeping track of where I am, so I can't sneak up on you?&nbsp; Hmm...I'll bet you are.&nbsp; I'll just bet you're close by, close enough to see me..."&nbsp; Her eyes focused once more, pupils narrowing slightly as her eyelids droooped and she swung her head about slowly to gaze around herself in an arc.&nbsp; As she looked around, silent and listening ever so closely, she finally let her hand fall just as she relaxed and let the sign of her arousal show.<br><br>Her claw lightly traced the outline of her exposed slit, the opalescent skin flushed by her arousal and softly damp with her need, teasing briefly before her hand drew away and the lascivious sight was once more covered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>18-12-2018, 06:09:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/GmVMTHJ3/eef6ec6b38c38ad3b97da9b5de81db90-2.png)</div>The branch stirred slowly in the current, and Pozhvim froze as he saw the female kobold, only her head showing above the quick water like a crocodile’s as she coasted. For a moment, he thought she was about to miss the branch as her eyes flicked along the near bank, and he stuffed his fists into his mouth as if desperate to prevent himself calling out.<br><br>She was at it, she was past…No, as if teasing him, she snagged it with an arm just as he thought it was too late, pulling herself up and sitting a moment, staring around. He remembered to breathe again as she began to pick her way along the branch.<br><br>Pozhvim was confused, but exhilarated. He’d wanted her to not see it, but at the same time he was afraid that she wouldn’t see it. The conflicting emotions twisted and churned in his stomach and blended in strange ways with the needy achiness of his loins. He ground his hips against the bottom of the depression beneath the bush, trying to do something about the firmness he felt beginning to protrude from his pouch, but it didn’t help at all.<br><br>He wanted to be able to hide from her…But he wanted her to find him.<br><br>Among other things.<br><br>Pozhvim’s heart fluttered as he saw a low branch almost a dozen trees away suddenly flick upward, relieved of her weight. She’d spotted where he came down on the broken rocky surface. She’d get here, then, and in not very long. The wind carried her soft murmur, but he couldn’t quite make out her words. <br><br>She didn’t sound displeased, though.<br><br>Pozhvim eeled carefully out from beneath the bush. He’d overstayed in its cozy shelter, and if he waited much longer, she’d hear him when he moved. He carefully ascended the short, rocky slope behind the bush. Nearly a cliff, he hoped she wouldn’t consider it a likely path for him. By the time he’d made it to the top, his heart was beating so loudly in his ears that he was sure she’d find him by that sound alone.<br><br>He didn’t even consider the faint, silvery-slick smears he’d left on the leafy ground below the bush at the slope’s base. <br><br>Pozhvim was concerned that the slope might’ve been a bad idea. She was just as tall as he was, and notably stronger. Anything he looked at and deemed climbable would be easier for her than for him. <br><br>Coming over the crest of the small hillock, he realized he was gazing down at another patch of stony ground. A hop onto a nearby tree almost undid him as the branch he caught thrashed more than the wind could account for. Hopefully she wasn’t close enough to hear it! He eyed the terrain beneath him carefully, then dropped onto the stony ground again, racing quickly across it to pull himself back up to the lowest branches of the tree and deliberately letting his claws dig into its bark before dropping down once more into the same spot. <br><br>Pozhvim began carefully picking his way off of the stones and back towards the river, but this time he followed the course he’d laid out while in the tree, slowly and painstakingly walking backward with his tail up. He wasn’t entirely happy with the way his footprints looked in front of him when he crossed soft earth, but he wasn’t quite sure what was wrong with them, or if he could fix them.<br><br>He backed slowly and carefully into the river, and this time began thrusting himself upstream against its flow, pushing off the bottom with his legs as he leaned into the current. It was slow going, but if he could go back and find where she’d gone in and come out in her own footsteps, Pozhvim thought that might buy him some time… <br><br>The cold water was uncomfortable, but at least it helped to soften his hemipenes and let his pouch clamp shut around them once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-12-2018, 10:32:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br>Nug's tongue extended slightly, as if she might taste her quarry on the breeze, before she began following the small sign he couldn't help but leave in his wake.&nbsp; It was impossible to eliminate entirely the marks one left on their passage through life, a fact that any hunter worth their salt was well aware of.&nbsp; The others might consider such thoughts too high-minded or esoteric, but she found the notion strangely comforting and also very sobering.&nbsp; No one was ever entirely forgotten, and at the end, all anyone had was the impression they left behind.<br><br>Some people didn't think that mattered, but she wasn't so sure.&nbsp; The way one was remembered meant something.<br><br>Her brow furrowed as she spotted a bush that looked...off, and stopped to crouch beside it, casting off the deeper thoughts that tried to intervene on her hunt.&nbsp; Sometimes it was good to be introspective on a hunt, allowing your subconscious mind to wander as you focused everything else on your senses...it allowed one to catch things they might otherwise miss for looking <em>too</em> hard.&nbsp; Now, though...<br><br>Bending, she raised a few of the branches to peer at the subtle impressions in the soft soil, before dipping her fingertips into the faint fluid that marked the midpoint of the declivity.&nbsp; Her nostrils flared as she sniffed her fingers and smiled slowly to herself, chuckling and rising to her feet.&nbsp; Her prey was distracted by his own desires, which worked in her favor...though the sight of his secretions and the smell of his arousal worked to intensify her own.<br><br>Even as a slight shudder of lust hummed through her, she heard the shivering of a branch that stood out from the soft susurrations of the wind in the leaves, and her head whipped around toward the noise with a soft hiss of anticipation.&nbsp; In a heartbeat she was moving up the cliff side, swift and surefooted, her arms flexing smoothly as she nimbly drew herself up toward where she'd heard the sound coming from.&nbsp; "Here I come, little one!&nbsp; Better run, rabbit, run!"<br><br>She laughed as she topped the rise and looked over the area, once more falling onto the skills she'd honed tracking far smaller, more careful prey.&nbsp; After all, a real rabbit didn't want to be captured and ravished by the beast hunting it.&nbsp; Her pupils expanded as she passed into tree shadow, her superior night vision allowing her to pick up on clues that her bunny wouldn't notice out of inexperience...and perhaps haste.<br><br>It wasn't long before she found the footsteps, dropping to study them closely with her cheek practically resting on the ground, she noted the slight disparity in weight distribution and the faint indications that they'd been trod more than once.&nbsp; Oh, but he was getting better...much, much better.&nbsp; Her delight in his improvement made her even more excited and determined to catch up to him and...show him just how impressed she was.<br><br>Standing once more, she smiled to herself before trekking back toward the river at a fast clip, following it back in the direction from whence they'd come, suspecting that her quarry might be returning to the starting point of their hunt -&nbsp; or very near it - and knowing she would move far more swiftly on dry land than he would in the water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>29-12-2018, 08:20:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/1zq8oc6.jpg)</div>Pozhvim was realizing that he'd made another mistake.<br><br>Swimming upriver was hard, and even moving in the shallows and running along the bottom as best he could was slow going. Nug was much stronger than him. Just like with the cliff, she'd be able to move faster than he did through this. But, he realized, she wouldn't need to be swimming in the river to hide her path like he was. If she came out and caught sight of him, she could simply run along the bank and catch up to him in a minute or so.<br><br>But that wasn't the worst mistake, no. The first time, he'd had an idea of where to go, how to get out without leaving marks on the bank. This time that wasn't possible. There weren't any branches hanging over the water upstream anywhere nearby that he could think of. There weren't even bushes near the waterline, here!<br><br>The only thing, the only possibility he could think of, lay before him. He tried to lean into the current, steadying himself as he thought about it. His tracks and hers came down to the river, overlapping here and there. If he backed out...<br><br>He heard her shout behind him, down the river, and a shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with the chill of the water. He could hear brush moving. <br><br>He eased out of the water as quickly and silently as he could, trying to walk backwards like he had before, but it was hard to go up the slope of the bank backwards with any accuracy. Ten paces, twenty paces...<br><br>He couldn't see, looking down the rushing water, but he thought he could <em>feel</em> her coming. <br><br>Pozhvim reached the nearest tree and practically shot up it, hiding in a low notch among the leaves and trying not to shiver. A new mistake. There were no other trees close enough to this one to let him safely or quietly leap to their branches. In fact, he wasn't even sure he could make the distance to the nearest. <br><br>And now, as he peered at the ground and tried to still his panting breath, he realized that something new had been added to the doubled braid of interwoven tracks, even in the places where his feet had landed steadily centered in earlier footprints.<br><br>The moonlight glittered on droplets of river-water, decorating the dark loam like stars in the night sky.<br><br>Pozhvim heard footsteps. There was no time. <br><br>The slender kobold closed his eyes, curling into the smallest ball he could in the hollow of the tree-limb, trying not to breathe, thinking only small thoughts and stillness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>05-01-2019, 08:15:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br>The run through the brush that grew up on the sides of the river got her heart thumping even faster and sent endorphins and adrenaline pumping through her system.&nbsp; The rush of excitement and the sense that the hunt was coming to its inevitable conclusion only increased her arousal.&nbsp; She wanted to find Poz, to claim her reward for a successful hunt.<br><br>The intensity of her desires made her sloppy and slowed her down somewhat, so that she didn't reach the point where the two of them had slipped into the river until after Poz had hidden himself in the tree.&nbsp; Silently, she studied the opposite bank for a few minutes, scanning for signs that he'd exited the river, thinking he could have easily continued further up, tricking her into searching here while he put more distance between them.<br><br>She spotted the glimmer of water on the dark soil first, and decided to forge the river to get a closer look, slipping sinuously into the chilly water and swimming in strong, determined strokes.&nbsp; She exited just below the suspicious tracks and dropped into a crouch to study them, noting how they'd been disturbed by inexact back-stepping.&nbsp; He was in a rush...losing ground and knowing it...it made him less careful.<br><br>Rising, she folloed the water droplets until they melted into the soil and she lost the trail, but it wasn't such a problem.&nbsp; As she lifted her gaze to glance around, it fell first upon the nearest tree, noting it stood somewhat alone and certainly too far from its neighbor to be a good place to ascend with any hope of evading a predator.&nbsp; But...he was in a rush.<br><br>Drawing closer to the tree, she turned and leaned back against the trunk, feigning disregard as she drew one of her daggers and deftly twirled it.&nbsp; When she spoke, her tone was deceptively casual, vaguely teasing and yet feathered with a low rasp of hunger. <br><br>"Tch-tch...you allowed yourself to be treed, bunny.&nbsp; How embarrassing.&nbsp; Now...are you going to come down here and surrender yourself, or are you going to force me to climb up there and drag you down? I'm good either way."&nbsp; She absently passed the dagger from her right hand to her left, proving she was equally as dexterous with either.&nbsp; Then, her wrist flicked and the dagger shot through the air to embed its self halfway up the blade in a tree stump several yards in front of her.&nbsp; <br><br>"We both know either way I'll get my trophy...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>06-01-2019, 01:19:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/GmVMTHJ3/eef6ec6b38c38ad3b97da9b5de81db90-2.png)</div><br>Pozhvim knew he was in a dead end, after a fashion, and he was certain that (despite how comfortable and reassuring it felt to be curled up small and still in the hollow of the tree bole with the old wood reflecting the warmth of his exertions back against him) staying here was certainly a losing game. <br><br>As if to punctuate that thought, Nug’s voice drifted up to him, that husky rasp a simultaneous threat and promise in his ears. He considered the options she offered thoughtfully, well aware that if he delayed too long the huntress wouldn’t give him any options, she’d just come right up here after him. <br><br>He decided he really didn’t want her coming up here. They were both rather nimble, even by kobold standards, but being dragged down the tree sounded both uncomfortable and possibly dangerous. A mistake or accident could make a poor ending to the game that he suspected they’d both enjoyed so far.<br><br>On the other hand, climbing down and surrendering to her would be safer, and it would demonstrate that he respected her hunting ability, but…What real bunny or hunted prey would do such a thing? Wasn’t it more satisfying to capture something on the run?<br><br>He was as certain as he could be that Nug would prefer it. She knew how to trap, but she was at her best when she was hunting, really hunting, something on the run.<br><br>Pozhvim raised his head, glancing around the tree without peering over the side of the limb whose base that sheltered him. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. That limb, yes, and those bushes. The limb’s end drooped, coming within maybe four or five kobold-heights of the ground, and the bushes were of a sort that he knew had springy, soft branches, easily pushed through, not twiggy branches that might splinter, break and jab. <br><br>She’d be getting impatient, the thrill of the hunt ebbing. He didn’t hesitate to think or check, just sprinted quickly along the branch, diving down and rolling in an almost perfect somersault as the soft foliage cushioned his fall and let him roll up to his feet again (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128628).<br><br>A moment after his shoulders first touched the ground, Pozhvim was up and sprinting, but he knew that his huntress was at least as quick as he was, and stronger. Surprise might've gotten him a few extra yards at most.<br><br>This part of the game would be over within a few score strides, and then…well, then the other part of the game would begin, and he was never sure about how that would go, but he was certain that Nug would make it enjoyable for both of them…Eventually.<br><br>Still, this way the other kobold would have to catch him, tackle him down, not stand there tapping her claws on the ground like an angry nest-guard while he scampered over to her like a hatchling caught doing something stupid, or having to climb up to drag him down like a treed kitten from an unsteady perch.<br><br>He wondered momentarily as he ran whether any of the other kobolds had ever had to deal with rescuing a treed kitten.<br><br>For the moment, Pozhvim exulted in running flat out, even though he knew the race would be lost and he could practically feel Nug’s heated breath at his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>14-01-2019, 11:02:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br>Poz's flight took her off-guard, and that - along with the impressive acrobatics - gave him quite a head start.&nbsp; Still, a smile sprang to Nug's lips as she shoved off the trunk of the tree and gave chase, excited by the sight of her quarry fleeing.<br><br>Her blood flowed, warming her back up after her chilling dip in the river, and the fire glowed in her golden eyes, turning them to lanterns in the deep night shadows beneath the trees.&nbsp; As she found her rhythm and began to catch up, she flicked her wrist and sent the dagger she'd been toying with arrowing through the air to imbed its self in the trunk of a tree ahead of Poz.&nbsp; Her aim was meticulous and she was careful to choose a target that would not allow for even an accidental injury, should her aim be off, but still the loosing of her weapon sent a frisson of additional excitement tingling up her spine.<br><br>A low rumble of predatory intent rose deep in her chest as she launched herself over a bush he had been forced to juke, the muscles in her strong legs bunching and lengthening smoothly beneath her shimmering blue scales.&nbsp; She let him run for a good distance, even once she'd caught him up and knew she could overtake him, enjoying the run too much to end the game quickly.&nbsp; But, inevitably, her desires shifted and she put on enough speed to steadily close the distance between them and leap through the air to snatch him in her arms.<br><br>As they were born down, she twisted so that she would bear the brunt of the impact with the earth, though the ground was blanketed by a soft covering of fallen leaves and underbrush.&nbsp; Grunting with the impact, she rolled to pin her prey beneath her body, straddling him and caging his shoulders between her own arms as she hoisted her torso up with her claws digging into the loamy soil.<br><br>Panting softly, eyes shining and her lips drawn back into a grin that revealed her pointed teeth, she gazed down at him, rowling with undisguised triumph.&nbsp; "Caught you, bunny."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>17-01-2019, 06:54:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/GmVMTHJ3/eef6ec6b38c38ad3b97da9b5de81db90-2.png)</div>Pozhvim ran flat out, leaning forward, claws digging into the loamy dirt, tail knife-straight out behind him for balance as he dodged through the moon-kissed brush and grass. He loved this, dangerous as it could be with the wood’s strange creatures, but he knew that if anything happened Nug would help him.<br><br>And as much as he loved running, he looked forward to Nug catching him even more.<br><br>The odd kobold’s heart almost skipped a beat when her knife sang through the air just beyond one shoulder, thunking solidly into a tree trunk ahead of him. Oh, she was close. She had to be…<br><br>He turned, tail lashing to the side in counterbalance as he tried to dodge around the tree, and then suddenly went down in a deluge of blue scales. Pozhvim gave a quiet yip of surprise as she tumbled him so easily over, first rolling beneath him to cushion him, then rolling them still further so she ended up atop him.<br><br>Pozhvim panted hard, trying to catch his breath as he gazed up at her glittering eyes and sharp teeth. Oh, she was an incredible huntress indeed! How’d he ever thought he might’ve evaded her? The heady thrill of their hide-and-seek games, the exhilaration of the last, desperate sprint, and now the powerful silhouette of her holding him captive in the moonlight, her teeth bared and eyes almost aflame with triumph…All of it balled up into a fluttery, unsteady, almost dizzy feeling in Pozhvim’s gut, and he felt his hemipenes almost spilling out of him in sudden, delayed arousal.<br><br>He tries to get enough wind to find words as he looks up at her happy grin. “Caught me…” he agrees in a breathless whisper. “I did good?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 22:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br>The air between them felt electric and her skin tingled with the charged atmosphere, the muscles beneath the smooth, silky skin of her bare stomach tightening in response.&nbsp; Her claws dug more deeply into the soil as she nodded in response to his question, lowering her head to open her jaws and close them gently around his throat.&nbsp; Her heart thundered in her ears and she felt a restless energy coiled at the base of her spine, forcing her to resist the urge to rut against him.<br><br>Releasing his neck from the symbolic capture of her mouth, she leaned her head up to chitter softly and lick his cheek, murmuring beneath her breath.&nbsp; "You did very good, Poz."&nbsp; Lifting her head, she ran her gaze down his body to the obvious proof of his arousal, her hips twitching forward slightly in instinctual response as the sight sent a jolt of need through her.<br><br>Shifting up, she slid down slightly to straddle his thighs and brushed the dirt from her hands before reaching down between her splayed thighs to tease a pointed claw lightly over his stomach just above the tip of his exposed member.&nbsp; Her own smooth sex was flushed pink and slick with her arousal, the the delicate layer of skin that normally covered it drawn back, putting her on lurid display.&nbsp; A soft rumble rose in her chest as she teased him, her gaze shifting between his hemipenes and his face, a slight curl tugging at the corner of her mouth.<br><br>"As a successful huntress, I believe it's my right to mount my trophy, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sexy &amp; The 'Bold (Kobold Kingmaker smut thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>30-01-2019, 03:20:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/1zq8oc6.jpg)</div><br>Pozhvim is not a terribly introspective kobold, and so he doesn’t focus overmuch on the symbolism of Nug’s teeth clasping his throat. No, to him, those gentle, careful pinpricks and the slight pressure of her lips around his jugular are exactly what they could, in potential, be. <br><br>He shudders beneath her, giving the faintest mewling sound and letting his head tilt back in surrender. This moment, his life is in Nug’s jaws, and he trusts her with it. He pants softly, still trying to catch his breath, feeling her sinewy form atop himself and only opening his eyes again as she licks his cheek.<br><br>At her compliment, Pozhvim smiles, uncomplicated and honestly happy…no more able to hide his feelings at her praise than he could hide the twin, slightly curved thicknesses jutting from his pouch to lie along his belly.<br><br>He arches slightly as she slides down his thighs, shoulders pressing into the soft loam and groaning as her claw traces his vulnerable belly. If the stronger female weren’t straddling him, pinning his hips to the ground, he’d probably try to hump up against her. As it is, she just feels the muscles in his thighs pulse in tension against her own. His panting, he realizes, has less to do with the long run he’s made. More to do with the mighty huntress above him.<br><br>Pozhvim moistens his lips at her question, parsing words. “Your prey...is yours,” he husks, almost startled at the thick, throat-tensed sound of his voice. “Huntress.” Daring, he turns his head to just nose shyly against the inside of the forearm she’s using to support herself above him. “…To do anything you want with.”<br><br>Oh, not that the idea of feeling her heat engulf his sex is at all unwelcome, no…But he’s had his moment, evading her better than ever before, and almost puppyish at her praise, he feels the need to let Nug know that this moment is hers, and he’ll happily do whatever she requires of him.
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