Paladin of Love: Dig Boss and the Captain

 Tags: Kobold M/F, Femdom, Footplay

The council of the Dragon’s Heir tribe meets to discuss with the Queen. With Tik Tik’s shakeup recently, the Queen had become quite cold, but she said one interesting thing to them. “It seems everyone is taking to our local wizard’s teachings. So please, go ahead and do whatever it is you wish. A queen cannot rule over an unhappy populace. But know this, it will be more difficult to control your subordinates if they are off rutting about. So keep them in check.”

With that, she spreads her wings and walks away, shielding herself from their sight.

Kishke, the captain of the guard, rolls her good eye and looks over towards Tikit, the Trapmaster. “So, anyone here have any troubles with the new relaxed fraternization code?”

“I’ve deposited my seed enough for my lifetime, thank you very much,” Tikit says. “Though, some of my workers are designing strange contraptions. You?”

“They’re calling it ‘bonding exercise.’ Got to say, our fights against monsters in the deep have gone smoother since kobolds now care for one another as individuals instead of just as a unit. How about you, Prakibak?”

The dig boss jumps as she asks, and he rubs over one of his horns. “M-me? I, uh, I fucked the new coordinator.”

Tikit pushes himself up and says. “Well, that’s enough for me!” he says. “Shall we all take a break?”

The other kobolds nod in agreement, and join him, but not Kishke. She stifles a laugh. “That flamboyant plumed one?” Wow, I didn’t think you liked them so colorful.”

Prakibak growls, slamming his hand upon the stone table. “You’re just jealous I can get some action, Kishke. Gal like you who isn’t a breeder tends not to get much, right?”

“You trying to start something?” Kishke asks, growling as she leans in, narrowing her good eye. “Or are you trying to start something else?”

He stands up tall, looking down to her, but as she stands, he realizes she’s actually looking down at him. “Because, I can go for a little something right about now…”

Prakibak gulps before he’s pinned up against the wall. Kishke’s tongue slithers out, licking over his neck. She traces her claw down along the side of his top, gripping before she lifts it up over his head. He complies to her actions, not wanting his good outfit destroyed. Once his top is stripped off, she starts to unbutton her armor and ornaments, letting them clatter to the floor to show off her scarred green body. “You like pretty things like Tik Tik and that Dalisk,” she says. “Guess you won’t care for a veteran like me.”

He moves his hands to her sides and narrows his gaze, shaking his head. He slips down onto his knees, pulling down her leggings to expose the rest of her body. “No, that’s not true. It’s just… we’re both her friends. Would she…”

“You’re lucky enough to get to be Tik Tik’s first experiment,” Kishke says, running a hand along his horn. Gripping hard on both, she pulls him in close, smashing his snout up against her slit. “She told me how much you enjoyed having her in control.”

He grunts, but doesn’t protest. Instead, he holds onto her thighs and presses his nose up against her folds. The warrior grips onto the hard laborer’s horns as she thrusts her hips forward, standing on her tiptoes as he slithers his tongue deeper inside of her.

With broken breaths, Kishke speaks up, saying “I… I miss her…” 

He pulls back, licking his mouth, and nods. “Yeah, me too…”

She lifts her leg, resting it over his shoulder, and pushes his back with her heel. “D… did I say you could stop?” she asks.

Grunting in surprise, he looks up to her and says. “H-hey, I just thought you’d want something else, is all.”

“You’re not the one running the show here, Dig Boss,” she says, and she pushes him against her more, her soldier’s body allowing her to overpower him and bury his face against her. “But, maybe sometime,” she sighs. “I’d just love to give this a try with some of the cuter guys out there. You’re a bit too buff for my taste, but… I bet I taste good, don’t I?”

Prakibak nods, and the truth of this proclamation becomes obvious between his legs, where his leggings betray his growing erection.

“How’s it feel, Dig Boss, to have someone else give you orders? Do you like it?”

“Mmmm!” he nods, squeezing her thighs as he continues to lap up within her.

She sighs, shuddering as she leans in, holding onto his shoulders for support. “Because… it feels… it feels really good to have people do what I say. I’ve always loved that… and-and I always get what I want, except for one person.” She tightens the grip on his horns as she looks up towards the wall. “Her highness, so high and mighty. She thinks she can boss us around just because she was touched by a dragon’s grace.” She pants, just rubbing over his head a she rocks her hips. “I just want to… mnngh… I just want to bend her down, put in one of Tikit’s kobold’s contraptions between my legs, and pound the smug right off of her face! I think. I think… I aaaaaaah!”

Her orgasm hits him plain on the face, and Prakibak sputters, pulling himself away, panting for breath. He stares up at her once he catches it, and she runs a hand along her own frill as she looks down at him. “What are you looking at?” she asks, moving her leg off of him, and pressing her foot between his legs. “This is just bedtalk between us, got it? You don’t go telling people my fantasies now, or I’m going to have to be rougher than this with your length.” She punctuates this by pushing her foot harder against him, making him whimper. But she smiles, pulls her foot away, and kisses him on the forehead. “Good talk. We should do this again.” And with that, she picks up her things and walks off, leaving a confused and unsatisfied Prakibak left to figure out what the hells just happened.

Several days pass, and Prakibak keeps working as he’s always worked, with the suggestions from Dalisk, of course. The plumed kobold approaches him one day, rubbing his shoulders. “Hey there, strong stuff,” the feathered kobold says. “You’re here, but your mind is somewhere else. Something happen at that oh-so-important meeting of  yours?”

Prakibak blinks and reaches up, clasping the feathered kobold by the shoulder. “N-nothing you should worry about.”

“Do you need another stress relief?” he asks.

“No!” Prakibak snaps, growling.

“Hm…, oh, of course you don’t,” Dalisk says, raising his hands. “You’re just angry and on edge and that’s perfectly normal. You really need to figure yourself out, Dig Boss, or your entire workforce is going to feel your aggravation.”

Prakibak looks around, seeing that the miners have all stopped and are watching the dig boss and his ‘associate.’ He gulps, and then stomps, saying. “What do you think the Queen feeds you lot for? To sit around and gawk at me? Get back to work!”

“If you need to figure stuff out,” Dalisk says, “why don’t you take some time off. I got this,” he says, squeezing his shoulder. 

“Alright, alright. But, I expect results. I’m not going to take any excuses, not even from you.”

Dalisk sighs, shrugging. “Oh, and here I thought screwing the boss would give me benefits. How wrong I was.”

Prakibak grumbles, picks up his waterskin, and heads off into the tunnels leading back up to the rest of the tribe.

He soon makes his way to the guards’ headquarters, a chamber with multiple tunnels that branch off to different corners of the system. Looking over a map is Kishke, who perks up when she hears someone approach. “I thought I put someone at that tunnel. I’m going to have to reprimand someone goo-.”

“Maybe you can put out that frustration on me?” Prakibak says.

She spins around, tilting her head, her hands resting on her hips. “Dig Boss? What are you…?” she stops, chuckles, and shakes her head. “Oh, wow… you couldn’t go a whole week, could you?”

He rubs his arm. “N-no, first it was Tik Tik, and then it was you,” he says. “I just…”

She rolls up the parchment and taps the stone table “You really like it when a woman takes charge.”

He looks up, but doesn’t raise his head.

“Got to say,” she says, folding her arms over her chest. “I kinda enjoy that aspect, myself.” She pulls up one of the seats and sits on it, crossing one leg over the other, curling her toes one at a time as she looks over him. “Everything before was so straight-forward. The female bends over, the male sticks it in. Dragons know that a female like me would never get breeder duty,” she says this, tapping her stomach. “But yeah, you’ve seen the scars, you know how useless I am in that regard.”

“It’s… it’s made you strong.”

She snorts. “Get over here.”

He eeps and scurries on over.

“On your knees.”

He does as he is told, keeping his head down.

“You think I’m where I am because I got gored in the belly? You think I’m strong because they took out the most female thing about me to save my life?” She lifts the leg off of the other, trailing her clawed toe down the middle of his leggings. “No. “I’m strong because I can command an army of males to do my bidding, even if I could make eggs or not.” She pushes her sole up against him, rubbing along the pants. “There was one time, actually, where I was in enemy territory…”

His length stirs to life under his clothing, tenting up under the pressure of her actions.

“It had been a few weeks since my last egg-laying. And, well, being around all those strong, subordinate men, it just really got me going.”

Prakibak hisses.

“So, there we were, facing off against the enemy tribe. I could practically smell the stink of their own males.”

Prakibak pulls his leggings down, his koboldhood free and standing up for the guard captain. He reaches up towards her, but her tail whips his wrist. “Hands on the floor,” she commands. 

He does as he’s told.

“Anyway, that scent was so intoxicating, it must have triggered something in me,” she says, lifting both legs now, clasping his length with her toes. She leans her cheek on her knuckles and her elbow on the table, looking up as she reminisces. “Never would have guessed that the scent would have turned me on so much, but I felt the need to drop that egg right then and there, so, I squatted down off in some corner tunnel and plopped the thing out. But, boy was that thing huge. Took me awhile to wriggle it out of my slit. But as the thing fell out of me, that’s when that horned burrower erupted out of the walls and, wham!” she grips at his cock between her toes, squeezing hard against his flesh.

Prakibak pants as he feels the pressure, his tongue rolling out.

“Oh, yeah, that hurt like I was burning in dragon’s fire. Sure, the old guard captain died trying to fight off that bug, but I stabbed it right with his magic weapon, with a hole in my gut, and then I took charge and won that battle for the honor of our queen.”

Prakibak groans, pushing his hips forward, spurting out in orgasm as he groans.

“And then you’re done, already.” She says, rolling her eye. “Good talk, Mr. Dig Boss. Now, I need to get back to work.”

Prakibak blinks, but nods, pushing himself up and pulling up his pants. “Some other time, perhaps?”

Kishke smiles as she unravels the document. “Of course.”