Kobold Girlfriend (complete)

(Features a pregnancy)

  You’re not exactly the prize of the family, but you’ve tried to do the best you could. Being the youngest not much was expected from you anyways, but your amputation made it nearly impossible for you to accomplish anything. At least, doing anything that could get taken seriously. Every task you were given to feel ‘included’ felt like a pity party on behalf of your family. 

    When you were younger, you had gone out with your big brother on a matter of state. Unfortunately, your caravan was attacked by Gnoll slavers. Your brother and the Knights managed to fend them off, but you were left severely injured in your left leg. The injury became infected, and over time the doctors had to remove it. So from the knee down, you had no leg. 

    Your family fitted you with a prosthetic, and you had to walk with a cane. Now while your brother was the heroic prince often talked about in stories, you were often forced to stay at home. You kept yourself busy, reading and studying up on matters of state. You maintained correspondence with the kingdoms your family was allied with. And when your brother was away, you always made sure to keep tabs on him and his men.

    “It isn’t like your helpless,” your brother, Alexander, replies. 

    You huff and shove your books aside. “Mom and Dad don’t look at it that way. They see me as a hindrance. Someone who is always going to be around and never getting married or traveling or…” you roll your eyes and lay your head into the open book before you.

    Alexander opens one of your books, flipping through the pages. “Do you even like reading all this boring crap?”

    “What do you think?” You scoff. “All these texts and tomes are boring as hell, but I read them in case you might need me one day.”

    Alexander grins. “If dad dies that is.”

    You grimace and look away. 

    “You know they don’t see you as a hindrance, right?” Alexander shakes his head.

    You glare out the window and remain silent.

    “They worry is all. You’ve never been well-” Alexander hesitates as he tries to put his words together.

    “I’ve never been you,” you sigh. “I’ve never been strong and tough. I’ve never been brave or daring.” You sigh and hang your head. “I’m just the youngest son. Doomed to ever hide in your shadow.”

    Alexander frowns. “Is that how you really feel?”

    You shrug. “Mostly.”

    Alexander huffs and looks at the stack of letters on your desk. He takes one that’s quite hefty in his hands. “Correspondance?”

    “Yeah,” you grumble.

    “That’s a big deal,” Alexander replies. “You have relations with these people. I don’t. Anytime I go somewhere they always ask me ‘how’s your brother?’ ‘I hope your brother received the letter I sent’ does your brother talk about me?’.” He then grins. “When I go to all these places all they can talk about is you.”

    You give him a small smile. “Oh sure.” You snatch the letter back from him. You recognize the seal on, and your heart starts to jump.

    Alexander chuckles. “Oh, what’s that look then?”

    You reel back. “Nothing,” you say, still clutching the letter.

    “You’re blushing!” Alexander teases. “Come on, what is it?” He tries to snatch the letter from you, but you yank it back.

    “It’s a letter from Afan,” you reply.

    Alexander’s brow pinches. “Isn’t that the island off the coast of Mongkut?”

    You nod, “The nation of Kobolds,” you answer. “When I was sending letters to Niran, he told me about Afan and how he relies on them.”

    Alexander furrows his brow. “And yet the Rakshasa are his neighbors? Wouldn’t they be much better allies than some tiny little island nation?”

    You give your brother a blank stare. “Not everything is about power and war, Lexi. Afan is so far advanced in their healthcare and medicine practices they might as well be in the future. If you don’t have your health, you don’t have anything.”

    “What if you’re immortal like dad?” Alexander asks.

    You roll your eyes and open the letter. There are at least ten pages inside as well as a small pressed flower.

    “A pressed flower,” Alexander grins. “Who are you talking to?”

    “Dinihari,” you murmur. You then flinch and glance up at Alexander. You try to cover up the dreamy way you said her name. “Princess Dinihari,” you say with a staunch voice.

    Alexander smirks but keeps quiet. “If you’re so close to the Nation of Afan, why not go there?”

    “Go there?” You huff.

    Alexander nods. “Mongkut is just a hop skip and jump away from the Rakshasa Court. You can travel with me when I go and catch a ship to Afan.” 

    “I can’t,” you mutter. You gather up your things, sticking them into your bag and then taking up your cane. 

    “You can travel with only one leg. Hell, you can travel with no legs.” Alexander follows after you.

    “What if we’re both attacked again,” you huff.

    “The Gnolls aren’t a problem anymore!” Alexander tries to keep up with you. “If you don’t want to feel like a hindrance then I suggest you come with me.”

    You stop and glare at him. 

    Alexander huffs. “Go and see this princess of yours why don’t you?”

    “Because she doesn’t know I’m crippled!” You snap at him.

    Alexander furrows his brow. “You’re missing a leg, so what?”

    “So everything!” You snap. “Do you think some princess is going to fall head over heels for me when she sees me limping around with this?” You wave your cane in the air. “No one wants a burden as a husband!”

    Alexander’s expression is dark and angry. “How dare you talk that way about my brother?”

    You scoff and set your cane back on the ground. “I don’t want to lose this friendship I have with Dinihari.”

    “And if you do, you only know her true character,” Alexander replies. “It’s just like Mom says. People will use you for your statues. Friends will stay forever.”

    You sigh and weakly agree to Alexander’s plans. With your parent’s approval, you travel with Alexander to the Rakshasa Court, then to Mongkut to visit Niran, and then you’re on a boat going to Afan.

    You’ve been a ball of nerves the entire trip. For the past three years, you’ve been writing with Dinihari regularly. Your letters started out diplomatic at first, but when the two of you became familiar with one another, you traded jokes back forth, you talked about more than matters of state. The letters soon became something close love letters. 

    Dinihari was practicing medicine, like most of Afan. She would tell you about her classes and the lectures she went to. Often mentioning she wished you were there. You would tell her about your own boring studies and how you also hoped she was by your side to make them interesting. But through all your conversations and wishes to be in the same room, you had never told her once about your leg. And now, you feel as if this could end your friendship.

    At the docks, you’re shocked to see there is a small procession awaiting you. The royal caravan is there, waiting to take you to the palace. As you walk off the ship, cane in hand, you see someone standing in waiting. 

    Kobold’s are like a mix of the Lizardfolk and Dragons. They have features more like dragons but are the size of Lizardfolk. The one standing in wait is rather small. Her scales are sapphire blue, and she’s wearing a wine-colored wrapped top and a flowing skirt to match.

    She rushes ahead to meet you. “It’s so wonderful to meet you in person finally!” She gasps, reaching out to hug you. 

    You have to stoop to meet her embrace, as she only comes up to your chest, but it’s worth it. “It’s a dream to meet you too, Dinihari finally.”

    Dinihari squeezes you then lets go. Her eyes flicker to your cane, but she grins when she looks back into your eyes. “Come! Come! I have a room for you, and there’s going to be a wonderful dinner for you tonight.” She takes your free hand, leading you to the carriage.

    Inside the carriage, she sits right beside you, thankfully on your right side. 

    “I am just so-” she loses her breath for a moment as she looks up at you. “I’m so happy,” she whispers. She tilts her head as she gazes up at you. Her eyes are the most beautiful amber gold color, and you know you could get lost in them.

    “So am I,” you chuckle breathlessly.

    Dinihari captures your hand again, squeezing it tight. Her scales and cool and glossy. “Oh,” she gasps, and her eyes widen. “Bend down, you have something on your face.”

    “Do I?” You bend slightly, and her hand touches your cheek.

    “Yes,” she murmurs, “right-” she kisses you. Herr soft lips press against yours, and she steals your breath.

    Your stunned for a moment, but upon recovering you return her kiss. She tastes like spiced tea and a touch of mint.

    Dinihari pulls back, her eyes fluttering. “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.”

    You chuckle nervously and nod. “Me too.”

    She puts her small hand on your chest. “Your heart is beating so fast.”

    “It’s trying to find you,” I whisper. You then laugh. “Oh god, that sound so corny.”

    Dinihari smiles. “I liked it.” 

    Once at the palace, Dinihari guides you through the bright, open halls to your room. Inside it’s sunny with open windows letting in the fragrant wind from the sea. 

    “You’re near my room,” Dinihari says with a quiet voice. “So if you ever need anything you can easily find me.”

    You turn and look at her. “Thank you. The view from here is beautiful,” you glance back at her, gripping onto your cane.

    Dinihari steps towards you. “You probably want to rest before the dinner,” she says. “Do you need anything for your leg?” She asks shyly.

    “Oh. no,” you murmur. “I’m used to it at this point.”

    Dinihari furrows her brow. “Is it an old injury?”

    “You could say that,” you reply with a quiet nod.

    Dinihari walks over to you. Her fingers brush along your hand holding your cane. “You never told me.”

    You lower your head. “It didn’t seem important.”

    Dinihari looks up at you with a scolding expression. “Of course it is important,” she grumbles at you. “If I had known, maybe I could have helped.”

    You smile at her. “There is no helping this, I’m afraid.”

    Dinihari tilts her head, and you raise your pant leg, showing her the prosthetic your parents had fashioned ages ago.

    “Oh!” Dinihari is suddenly kneeling before you. She pushes your pants leg up more, trying to see your thigh.

    “Hey!” You gasp, stumbling a bit. “What are you doing?”

    “What happened?” Dinihari asks with an inquisitive tone. “Was it a birth defect? An injury?”

    “An injury,” you try to stay balanced. 

    “Oh!” Dinihari gasps. “So probably an infection then? Did it go gangrenous?” She looks up at you with wide, fascinated eyes.

    You chuckle. “Infection, I’m not sure what the other word is-”

    She then drops your pant leg down again. “Oh! I really wish I had known! I had research lab a few weeks ago dealing with amputations and the aftereffects. I so would have enjoyed picking your brain about it!”

    You chuckle softly, smiling at her excited expression. “It’s not something I usually talk about,” you admit.

    She gasps softly, her eyes widening. “I’m sorry!” She says. “I just get excited and...oh I don’t want to offend you.”

    You chuckle. “You didn’t offend me. Actually, I worried you’d-” you shake your head. “Never mind. I was stupid and wrong.”

    Dinihari furrows her brow. “You’d thought I would what?”

    You grimace.

    “Did you think I wouldn’t like you because of it?” She tilts her head at you. “Well, you’re wrong, sir.” She snaps her hands to her waist.

    You smile and nod. “I know I am,” you murmur.

    “Well good,” she huffs. “Go ahead and get some rest. I’ll fetch you for dinner later.” She places her palms on your chest and stands on her tiptoes.

    You dip down, meeting her kiss and returning it, pressing close to her.

    She sighs softly as she pulls back, her bright eyes gazing up at you. She grins and makes a quick escape. 

    That evening, after having rested and gotten a bath, Dinihari returns to escort you to dinner. As you sit and eat, enjoying a vast assortment of fresh fruits as the first course, Dinihari is filled with questions.

    “How is your brother doing?” Dinihari asks as she dips fruit into a chocolate sauce.

    “He’s gone to Rakshasa Country for a bit,” you tell her. “He was the one who suggested I come with him and then take the ship to Afan.”

    “I owe him my biggest thanks,” Dinihari grins. “Why do you not travel as much as he does?” She asks.

    You sigh. “Honestly, I’ve probably let my leg hold me back.”

    “You can still travel with one leg,” she says. “Hell, I bet even someone with no legs could travel.”

    You nearly spew out your wine. You start laughing so hard you have to hold your stomach.

    Dinihari is giggling and grinning. “What? What’d I say that was so funny?”

    You grin at her. “Alexander said the exact same thing to me.”

    “And you claim you’re the smart brother,” Dinihari takes a drink of sweet wine and inches in closer to you.

    The tables are low with pillows serving as the seats, and there are several of them spread out around the room. You and Dinihari are at a table by yourselves, a glowing red lantern in the center with a spread of food all around it.

    “So what sends your brother to the Rakshasa country?” She asks.

    “Ever since we found out that Queen Mythri is a long lost relative, Dad has been visiting them often. Lexi really enjoys the weather there, and he’s been training the oldest prince’s in sword fighting as well. Well, mostly Damini has been training with him, but I hear she’s quite the star pupil for being so young.”

    “Why not you?” Dinihari asks with a tilt of her head. “Wouldn’t you make a great tutor to the royal children as well? After all, that’s what you’ve been studying for right?”

    You nod. “Yes, but-” you hesitate, not wanting to say your fear out loud.

    “You’re much more intelligent than your brother is,” Dinihari murmurs. She then sighs and hangs her head. “Well, that’s not fair to say, I’ve really only ever talked with you.”

    “Alexander has his strengths and weaknesses as I do. Alexander just enjoys traveling more than I do.” You take a sip of the wine, surprising by how sweet it is.

    Dinihari keeps inching in closer and closer to you until she’s basically in your lap. This isn’t odd, considering most of the couples around you are practically sitting on one another. 

    Dinihari snuggles up to you, sipping her wine and relaxing against you. Three courses of food in, and you feel stuffed and stated. The wine has you warm and relaxed. Dinihari, however, is another story. 

    After dinner, Dinihari takes you on a walk to through the gardens. “We’ve been growing these herbs here since the construction of the palace,” she says. “These here are good for pains. And these here are wonderful as a sedative as well as disinfecting,” she says, her voice excited and chipper.

    “Has Afan always had an affinity for healing?” You ask.

    “At the time, it wasn’t realized that was what they were doing.” She replies. “To my ancestors, it was a form of religion. Taking the herbs, using them on the body, it was just part of our nature. It wasn’t until recently that we realized everything we were doing was in the name of health.”

    You smile at her, astounded by her mind. “How are your studies going?” You ask. “Will you be a Princess Doctor soon?”

    Dinihari chuckles. “I would much rather just be a doctor than a royal,” she sighs. “I was lucky my parents wanted to study. Most royals aren’t so blessed.” She looks around the garden, her eyes and scales shimmering in the moonlight.

    “I understand that,” you murmur.

    “It’s getting chilly out,” Dinihari says suddenly. “Let me show you back to your room so you can warm up.”

    It wasn't chilly out, in fact, it was quite balmy. But you followed Dinihari along to your room. Once inside, Dinihari lingers for a bit. She sits beside you at the window, curling her legs up under herself as her tail swishes back and forth.

    “Oh, uhm-” you tap your leg. “Did you still have any questions?” You ask.

    “Do you want to?” Dinihari’s eyes gleam. 

    You nod. “I don’t mind.” You take off your pants in order for her to have a closer look. You even remove the straps from your prosthetic so she can study every aspect of it. 

    Dinihari gasps and touches it, she studies the scars and trails her fingers along your skin. You shiver, feeling slightly excited by her close inspection. You use your pants to cover your groin, but this doesn’t escape Dinihari’s eye.

    “I am a trained medical practitioner,” she chuckles. “I’ve seen quite a lot of naked bodies. No need to be so modest with me.” Her back end wriggles, and her tail starts to move back and forth much faster.

    “It isn’t the nudity, Dinihari,” you chuckle. Your face is burning red hot. “I am wearing underclothes but-” You fidget and a lump forms in your throat. The ache in your groin is a mix of being so close to Dinihari as well as her exploring fingers.

    Dinihari’s fingers slip up under your shirt, touching your belly and tracing them around your belly button. She presses close to you and gazes up at you with soft eyes. She pushes aside your hand and looks at the bulge that’s pressing against your underclothes.

    “I see,” she whispers. Her eyes flick up to you for a moment then she dips her head down. 

    “Wait,” you gasp. 

    Dinihair tugs down your underclothes, your cock springing out and slapping the tip of her nose. She giggles, her long black long lapping up the length of you. You shiver and bite your lip. Leaning back, you watching as Dinihari licks you, pressing your cock to your belly.

    Dinihari moans, taking you into her mouth. Her long tongue coils around your cock, squeezing it as she bobs her head up and down. You moan and pant, feeling your body burn like smoldering coals.

    Dinihari’s eyes flick up to you, and a low, dark moans escape your lips. You reach down, stroking her head and touching the spines along the back of her head. 

    Dinihari lifts her head, sighing as she laps the tip of your dick. “You’re so warm,” she moans. She kisses down your shaft, stroking you in her small hand. “So thick,” she groans longingly as she takes you back into your mouth.

    You grunt and push at her, making her lift her head. You swallow down the lump in your throat, panting as you try to still yourself. 

    “That’s enough,” you pant. 

    Dinihari smiles and crawls into your lap, she kisses you, swirling her tongue into your mouth. She moans and whimpers, rubbing her rear against you.

    You remove her top, touching her smooth, silky chest. You kiss down her neck and chest. She has no breasts, but she seems to enjoy being touched there.

Dinihari whimpers and she kicks off her skirt. You chuckle, groping her firm, plump rear. You cock rubs between her cheeks, and you can feel he slit rubbing against you.

You worry for a moment, Dinihari is rather small, not only that, you’ve only fooled around with a few women. You’ve never really gone all the way.

“Are you sure?” You whisper to Dinihari. You stroke her cheek and gaze up at her lovingly.

“Mhm,” she nods. She presses to your chest, wrapping her arms around your neck. “I want you so much.”

You kiss her, and she moves into place. She rises up enough so your tip presses at her folds. She moans into your mouth, gasping and squealing as she impales herself upon you. A smile spreads across her lips. You gasp and shudder, you fit so tight and snug inside of her. Her inner walls squeeze and grip, and you can feel every inch of her. 

Dinihari giggles and starts to bounce. She gasps and pants, gazing into your eyes as she moves. “So big-” she mewls.

You grasp her hips, helping to guide her. You moan and whimper, not used to such an all-encompassing feeling.

Dinihari’s low moans make you quiver. Inside, you can feel yourself twitch. She squeezes and grips as she takes you deeper and faster. She rides your lap, pushing you deep and grinding you inside. Dinihari bites her lip and looks at you. 

“I want you to cum for me,” she whispers, moving her hips again. “Inside me. Mark me.” She begs. “I want every drop inside me. Please.”

Your grip on her hips grows tighter. You start to move her, forcing her down hard on you. You growl and grunt, bucking your hips upwards into her. You hold in place as you move, pushing deeper and harder.

Dinihari squeals and gasps. She presses her head against your shoulder, and she lets out a sweet, trilling cry. She wails your name over and over and then with a final thrust you fully plant yourself inside her, throbbing and shuddering. You release, flooding her womb and stuffing her sweet, wet cunt.

You pant and moan as Dinihari relaxes on your chest. She coos and swoons, her eyes dreamy and distant. Her rear wiggles and her tail starts to wag again.

“Oh wow,” she purrs. 

You kiss her, pushing her down, so she’s laying on the sofa, and you’re on top of her. You nuzzle to her chest and reach down, cupping her plump vulva, so nothing gets spilled. Dinihari giggles, wrapping her arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“I feel so good,” she coos.

“Do you?” You chuckle, sitting up so you can look at her. 

Dinihari poses on the sofa a lusty look lingering in her eyes. “What about you?” She asks, stroking down your chest.

You nod, kissing her again. “I feel amazing,” you whisper to her.

Dinihari leads you over to the bed, crawling under the blankets with you. She forms to your side, sighing softly. She pets your belly and kisses your chest. 

“Have you been planning this?” You tease, a big grin never leaving your face.

“Only a little,” she giggles. “Did you never imagine it?”

You shrug. “I’m only a man after all. I’d be lying if I said I never dreamed of one day well-” you bite your cheek and laugh. “I never expected it so soon.”

“I’m impatient,” Dinihari laughs. She sits up, looking down at you. “And you kept me waiting much longer than I cared for.” She leans over, kissing you and licking your lips. “Will you make me wait again?” She whispers.

Your eyes grow wide, and you lose your breath. “Again?” You sit up. “Already?”

“I recover quickly,” she purrs. 

“I don’t unfortunately. Give me a few more minutes,” you push her down into bed, kissing her and nibbling her neck.

Dinihari wraps her legs around your waist and gazes up at you. “If I said I love you, would it make you hurry up?”

You kiss her hard, pushing her down into the pillows. “Do you really?”

She chuckles. “Ever since that letter where you told me how much you admired my ability to write circles around you.” She kisses you. “I knew I didn’t want to write to anyone else.”

You beam and kiss her again. “I love you too.”

You extend your stay in Afan, wanting to study with Dinihari and learn about Afan’s advanced techniques in healing. While there, Dinihari sets you up an appointment to get fitted for a new prosthetic, one made by technicians specializing in the field of amputations and prosthetics. Everything was like a dream. You spent most of your days with the woman you loved and learning things you can take home with you and spread to your people. You keep up your correspondence, of course, this now includes your brother and parents.

Although, things take a strange turn.

One morning you answer your door, expecting Dinihari. Instead, you’re thrown to the floor by her father, King Zikri. He holds me down with his arm braced on my collar bone. His other hand is raised up with a knife in it.

“Good morning sir,” you cough. “Is something wrong?”

“Papa don’t!” Dinihari rushes in, trying to pull her father back.

“Get back, daughter,” Zikri growls. “I need to have a word with this supposed lover of yours!”

“Papa stop!” Dinihari cries. “He doesn’t know!”

You struggle, trying to push Zikri off but you decide that fighting back is useless. “What don’t I know?”

“My daughter is pregnant you greedy fool!” Zikri snarls. “You come into my home as a guest, and what do you do? You knock up my only child!”

“Dinihair’s what?” I whisper, losing all feeling in my remaining limbs.

Dinihari has a firm hold on her father’s arm holding the knife. “Leave me alone! This is my fault too!”

“I should kill you where you stand, but that would leave my daughter in worst straits than she already is,” Zikri snarls in your face.

You’re not sure why he needs the knife when his mouth is filled with sharp, needle-like teeth. Maybe he doesn’t like the taste of blood.

“Let him go!” Dinihari whispers. “Let me talk to him, please.”

Zikri snarls, releasing you and standing up. Dinihari falls into your arms and presses her head against your chest.

You hold her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

You place your hand on her stomach and then look into her eyes. “It’s our child, of course, I would worry.”

Dinihari sniffles and whimpers. “You mean it?”

“I won’t have my daughter’s named dragged through the mud,” Zikri snarls. “You marry her or I find someone who will.”

“No, no, sir,” you gasp. “I’ll marry her.” You look back at Dinihari and grin. “I had hoped it would be too great a wish to marry her.”

Zikri scoffs. “This was not the marriage I had hoped for my child,” he grumbles. “But I suppose things could get worse.” He reaches out, grabbing you by the nape of your neck.

“Papa, don’t hurt him!” Dinihari gasps as Zikri drags you away.

“Not yet,” he snarls. “I just wish to have a word with him.”

You get yelled at by Zikri and Dinihair’s mother, Hapsah, for a couple of hours. They lay down the law for you, and warn you that if you ever hurt Dinihari you’d head would be displayed in the courtyard. They write a letter to your parents, explaining to them the situation and inviting them to the wedding.

You can only imagine what your parents will have to say about this. You’re supposed to be the smart one after all. After the lecture, you find Dinihari waiting for you outside. She pulls you into her arms.

“This is what you want right?” She asks quietly.

You nod. “I wanted to marry you even before we met,” you tell her. “I’m just sorry I was foolish and did this to you know.” I lay my hand on her stomach again.

“It will all work out,” she says. “Plans never go right anyway.”

You kiss her, holding her close. “You will continue school,” you tell her. “You will finish your studies and do your work proudly.”

Dinihari smirks. “And what will you do?”

“I’ll continue to do my work and care for our baby,” you reply. “It is the least I can do for you, my love.”

The wedding arrives, as do your family. To your shock, Queen Mythri and King Amit are in attendance. Your mother and Mythri pull you aside to talk to you.

“The situation is all too familiar to me,” Mythri says as she clutches your hands. “I remember when I realized the twins were inside me, Amit was so anxious. We got married within the same week.”

Your eyes nearly bug. “You and Amit?”

“We went at it like bunnies,” Mythri says with a smirk on her face. “For two supposedly intelligent people, we even had our lack of foresight.”

“Your brother came into this world much in the same way,” your mom, Mairia, says with a nostalgic look in her eyes.

“Lexi?” You balk.

Mairia nods. “Your father had just gotten out of that curse, he had a lot built up inside him. I was just telling Mythri I was quite surprised I only got pregnant once from that.”

“Oh my god,” you grumble under your breath.

“Our point is,” Mythri giggles, “is that you don’t need to beat yourself up about this. Accidents happen. All we need to know is that Dinihari is one worth making accidents with.”

You sigh and look into their eyes. “She is. Even before I met her in person, I knew she was the one for me.” You smile softly. “I promised her that I would love her forever.”

“This is what is most important, son,” Mairia beams at you, clutching your face between her palms. “I am very happy for you.” She kisses your forehead.

They take you to the alter, and you watch as Dinihari comes out in her wedding dress. Both of you are dressed in all white, and Dinihari’s head is wrapped. As she stands beside you, you know deep in your heart that even if this was an accident, it was all fate.