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>the little kobold takes the gift graciously and smiles
Neeral - Is this... Is this really all for me? You're so much more generous than my old captors! Thank you for this kindness!
>He smirks, and continues cutting at the beast.
Barkus - Don't mention it, and we have travel paper if you cant finish it...
Neeral - I know I wont be able to take it all in a single sitting... this must be the biggest cock I've ever had in me~
Barkus - Miro really knows how to pick em... go eat your dick you little cock slut...
Neeral - oh come now, if you really want to see me choke on a fat cock I can make it far more pleasurable for you~
>he stops skinning the beast dead in his tracks, our kobold licks her lips as Barkus's bulge grows in his trousers.
Barkus - I think you should stop talking to me now little whore...
>With that she trots off and sits down next to Miro.
Miro - ehh... Im sorry about him... I'll share with you if you like.
Neeral - oh no I love fatty dick
>She playfully licks the meats tip.
Miro - eum... you should cook that first... its rife with disease.
Neeral - oh I'm not worried, kobold stomachs can handle all sorts of nasty stuff. I've eaten mushrooms and bugs most my life and only rarely eat meat cooked. but it does taste better... in fact, I've learnt a trick... do you have any wine?
Miro - eum sure, we can pop open a bottle. To our friendship~
>Miro cracks open a bottle of red wine and pours enough for the whole party, meanwhile Neeral finds a shiny blueish pan in miro's stuff.
Neeral - whats this pan made of?
Miro - mythreal.
Neeral - My-Mythreal?!
Miro - yeah~
Neeral - Why?!
Miro - nothing sticks to mythreal~
Neeral - I... I... I... okay...
>The lusty kobold pours the rich wine over the fat cock as it cooks in the mythreal pan over the roaring fire... it sizzles and cooks to a rich reddish brown. With glee and a little hunger, she takes the huge meal and digs in, sinking her sharp fangs and beak into the tender flesh and ripping it apart piece by piece... Miro and Urist look a little discomforted by the sight, squirming slightly... Pharnax licks his lips watching
Pharnax - Neeral, May I have some? that looks delicious
>Neeral nods and offer it to the elf, who opens wide, revealing his needle like teeth, with a wet chomp he digs his maw into the meat and rips off a piece.
Pharnax - mmnnn just like mom used to make~
Miro - what's wrong with you mate?
Pharnax - hehee, do you want to know?
Miro - I'll pass...
>Soon the rest of the meats arrive and despite what Barkus declared, Miro shares some of his flank with Neeral. wine is passed around and the bark sings a few tales. soon the sun starts to set...
Miro - welp, I'm not very tired, so how about you guys hit the hay, and I'll take the first watch.
Urist - sure thing bucko...
Miro - Neeral my sweet, will you keep me company?
>of course~
>I'm tired...
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