Magic 101 with a Kobold

The next day, you are chowing down on the last of the Healer's rations for breakfast while Slazar is eating some berries that he already foraged for previously. You had both discussed, well tried to, the next course of action and both agreed that you had to get even stronger to protect yourself and your home. Also to easily claim and capture women, but you do not tell Slazar that. The easiest way to grind experience here was to head for the Emerald Serpent's dungeon in one of the caves around here, unfortunately you did not know its location. After your recent sexual exploits, you know that there are other ways to grind for experience. Thus, you were going to try your hand at learning the arcane arts again with the help of Slazar. He gave a few pointers and taught you how to channel the magical energy within along with those that surrounds your body. It was a rather abstract concept you had to admit, perhaps it was so difficult due to your lack of any natural aptitude for magic.

It is the first time your Lair has ever been noisy in a way that you actually somewhat enjoyed. Slazar is attempting to draw up plans and ways to get you pass the border as he brings up the concept of bonds, rules and the many loopholes of magic. You simply watch on in amusement while reading the spellbook you had, still attempting to learn "Mold Earth". Slazar has actually proven to be quite valuable in the magic department being a cleric and all, although you are unsure which god he prayed to for his powers. That Ophelia lady was a Cleric too, you wonder if her god still lets her use her powers even after you stole her purity. The hours drag on as you focused your will onto a pebble in a renewed vigor, eager to make some proper progress. It takes the whole afternoon, but with Slazar's help, you are finally able to move a singular pebble a whole one inch to the side. Well, progress is still progress.

"Master Dragon must clear his mind and feel the earth much like how Slazar feels another's body when I attempt to channel magic through them," he explained as he casted a spell on himself, his loose features floating in a sudden gust of wind. Apparently he had casted a spell called "Bless" which would improve a person's overall capabilities, whatever that meant. Although you were not really sure what feeling the earth meant, you could at least do the clearing of the mind part easily enough. By the time the sun goes down, your affinity for magic goes up enough to let you continuously move the pebble a few inches to the side. It also seemed like your theory was right, most things could give you experience, it was minute but you still gained experience. "That is good enough for today," you thought as you reached for some food, only to realise that you had ran out of those rations. Sighing, you got to your feet, time for a late night hunting trip. Hooray.

Sensing your predicament, Slazar rushes over with some of his last few berries and offers it to you. What a useful servant! You shall be sure to reward him greatly once you achieve your goals, gobbling up the last of his food greedily. With that issue resolved, you stretch your back like a cat before laying down to sleep. As you do so, you feel something warm snuggle up to you and find Slazar fast asleep to your right. You consider chasing him off, but he looks to already be in a peaceful slumber. How odd, a new sensation that was not lust, hunger, anger or fear welled up within you. You were not sure what this feeling was but it was one you felt rarely. Glancing back down at the Kobold, you poked his nose and opened his character sheet, scanning his stats again. There was no indicator for his age, merely showing the usual question marks in place of actual useful information. He could not have been older than twelve in human years right? Scanning the rest of his empty sheet, you also found an option to add him to your party, whatever did that mean? Well you decided that you might as well click it to see what would happen, closing the tab afterwards. You see his title change from the usual white colouration to a green similar to your scales. Slazar was still asleep when the change occurred, guess you will have to ask him to fill up his sheet in the morning as you feel the lethargy kick in. And with that, you begin to doze off.

(Twenty-six days to the next Blood Moon)

Beams of light broke through the canopy, shining directly onto you and Slazar, forcing the both of you awake. You glance down at the groggy Kobold that was in the midst of yawning, your tail was being used as his blanket it seems. There was a split second thought to be mean and yank your tail back however, Slazar has proven useful, so you decided against it. Getting up, you tapped the still sleepy Slazar on his head and opened up his character sheet, scrolling down his sheet. You glance down at him before flipping the screen over and pointing at his age. He stares and squints for a few seconds before realising that his information was empty.

"Oh, yes Master Dragon would like to know more about me? Well, I am in fact six years old. That's actually the age of maturity for most Kobolds, equivalent to about eighteen in a normal humanoid's lifetime. I had just replaced the previous matchmaker actually, you see..." was all you really listened to as Slazar began to waffle about his predicament with his Red Dragon Mistress again. He swore that he was an adult but in your reptilian eyes, this tiny thing was really just some hatchling, no reason to put him in harms way. The plan to storm the Emerald Serpent's cave together would have to be put on hold, we will simply have to get stronger another way. Slazar also mentions that he used to belong to the "Burning Legion" which is the name given to his old home, ruled by the newly anointed Red Dragon Mistress of his. He gives some other information like his favourite colour and food but you kind of just tune it out as the character sheet begins to fill itself up.

Once he was finally done, you closed the tab and ushered Slazar to the main road, chowing down on some of the berry bushes on the way. Once there, you hoisted him up by the hood and dragged him up a tree despite his slight protest. That task was more feasible than dragging a human up a tree at your current strength. He seems to shoot you a questioning glance every now and again but you simply ignore it and waited in the trees with him. You managed to gain some easy levels by just jumping onto people from the trees, and the road always had some of them passing by. You lick your lips hungrily as you imagined an intimate scenario with another poor little lady, maybe Slazar can join in too if you were feeling generous. Your fantasy is cut off as you both hear the sounds of hooves hitting the dirt.

"It was around here when we got off the main road," a familiar voice called out to a bunch of other people. Your face goes pale green as you see them appear one by one, totalling to about eight Heroes. You recognised three of the fools, they were your first set of prey. Ophelia was among them and would intermittently place a hand over her stomach which was still flat. The elven hunter and the half nymph bard were there too, seems like she got some nice new short shorts. The other five were a bunch of level ten to twelve Heroes, two of the men were in knight's armour while the other three were in leather armour. It was hard to discern anything else from them at this distance but you were sure they were all her guild friends and that they were here to hunt you. Feeling a slight nudge to your side, you snapped out of your daze and peaked over to Slazar.

"Master, we are at an **** disadvantage in every regard, I would have made some traps if I knew we were going to be raiding this early," he whispers over to you. Right, you could not really communicate to him the issue that has currently popped up so you just kept that infomation to yourself so as to not alarm him. You gesture your head towards the healer the best you could to alert Slazar of her specifically, attempting to convey how you wanted her alive. He simply blinks at you in confusion and points his sword at her. You shake your head to convey "no", he cannot hurt her. The Kobold looks at her then back at you before just nodding and staring at the rest of the party. Di- did he even get the message? Either ways, the only way the two of you are taking any of them down is if they start to split up. As you tried to devise a strategy to get them to seperate, you see Ophelia say something to them before turning her horse around. Your eyes widen with rage as she begins to ride back the way they came, seemingly to return to the main city. She was going to get away again!

"You couldn't have given us better directions!" You hear one of the men shout at her. "It was dark as shit and full of monsters everywhere! Go find the damn Lizard already!" Ophelia yelled back in reply, before disappearing past the trees. Damn it! If you chased after her, who knows what her other members would do! You had **** but to deal with the bigger threats here and now. Getting up, you snuck along the branches to get nearer to the elven hunter and half nymph bard. Slazar attempted to clumsily follow along, almost falling off at one point, but he persevered and remained quiet through it all. Now that you were this close, you could see their titles properly. The Hunter was actually Alren Windbrur Level 2 Ranger. He looked like a stereotypical elven ranger, red haired and a muscular elf dude wearing leather armour to show off his body. The Bard was Nancy Fandir Level 3 Bard. She was definitely a half Nymph judging from her big breasts and nice smooth legs, just the mere sight of her exposed skin was enough to get you hard. Nancy began to tighten her gloves, definitely ready for some vengeance after you killed her and left her without her pants.

They had split into three teams of twos, with one additional person following the Bard and Hunter, a level ten fighter with a longbow strapped across their back. Only a three level difference, it could not be that bad for you right? Besides, if you added yours and Slazar's level together, you were basically a match for eachother, right? The three teams fanned out to cover a general area that your lair could be in, forming a cone shape as they moved from the road they came from, leashing their horses by the trees. You have half a mind to cut off their escape route by killing the horses, but the noise might just bring the whole swarm of heroes on you. You noticed that the Bard and Hunter's team took the side nearer to your lair, what luck! If we waited long enough, they would be far enough that it would be hard to hear the commotion once you pounced. You glanced to your side to see Slazar holding his wooden sword tightly, his knuckles began to whiten and you wondered if he has seen any real combat. He must be nervous.

The two of you sneakily tailed your prey from the treetops, occasionally slobbering from the mouth as you managed to get a peak of the Bard's nice breasts and ass. It has been days and you were really pent up, your load would surely be thick, fertile and plentiful. Your poisonous saliva was overflowing and dripping down to the forest floor, destroying the compiled mulch that littered the undergrowth. Fortunately, they had not noticed you. It has been a while since you last spread your seed and just the thought of doing so has you completely standing at attention. If only you were smart enough to not listen to the horny voice coming from the devil on your shoulder. A few minutes passed and you were surprised when the group obliviously passed by your lair, their Hunter was an incompetent tracker. He knelt to the ground to observe some droppings, guess he was trying to find signs of your presence. Guess the Blood Moon had some uses as the area was still mostly damaged and unrecognisable.

They had already missed your Lair by a long shot so you know they would be pretty far away from the rest of the Heroes. Now would be as good a time as any to strike. Creeping over to a branch that was right above the Fighter, you gestured for Slazar to do the thing he showed you yesterday. He blinks a few times before realising that you were about to jump down for combat. Excitedly he murmurs something under his breath, moving his hands in a circular motion before spraying your face with some water. You squint at him as he smiles absent-mindedly at you. You were about to get annoyed when nothing happened but you are suddenly hit with a jolt of power all throughout your body. This "Bless" spell seems pretty useful after all.

With a leap of faith, you come crashing down onto the Fighter, smashing him into the dirt below. The Hunter notices your descent and tries to smack you with his sword but you give him a mighty roar, enough to cause him to freeze in place. Given that free opportunity, you turn your attention to the Fighter beneath you who was starting to recover from the stun. Filling your maw with poison, you bite down hard onto the back of his neck and pump as much venom into him as you could. Seizing the opportunity to attack your still frame, the Fighter manages to stand up despite your mass weighing him down. You try to remain attached but he begins to stagger backwards and slams your frame into a nearby tree. Ow. You are **** to detach from him and face him head on as he rolls over to his longbow. It was a three on one and you were completely outmatched in every way. Glancing between the three, you can see the Bard begin to cast a spell towards the Fighter, was she trying to heal him? Rushing forward, you attempt to slip pass both the Ranger and the Fighter, even the dumbest animal knows to target the Healer first.

As you did so, you felt a piercing sensation in your left flank, forcing you to fall over and reel in pain. Looking down, you notice an arrow sticking out of your side, you barely even registered that you were hit. Clambering to your feet, you dodge a second arrow as your body suddenly slid under the Hunter's sword strike coming from your blind spot, a blessing from Slazar's god. It felt like your body had moved on its own as you manoeuvred between the two men, barely dodging their strikes. Finally, an opportunity presented itself as the Hunter had overextended his strike, allowing for you to sweep him up from his legs with your tail. With that fool stunned, you turned your attention to the Fighter, ensuring the Bard never got an opportunity to get close enough to cast her healing spell. Magical sigils floated over her hands as she tried to get close but you always ensured to keep yourself between them. This would be a hard-fought battle for sure if you were by yourself, however, you are no longer alone in your quest.

Slazar finally decides to follow you lead, leaping from the top of the treeline and crashing into Nancy, knocking her out of her concentration and breaking her channelled spell. With that sudden distraction, you managed to sweep the Fighter by his feet as well, you talons scooping him from the ankle. You had managed to knock all three of them onto their asses! Slazar looks over to you and yells, "Master! They are vurnerable, let us hit them hard!" Before running over to the dazed Hunter and stabbing downwards with his admittedly pathetic excuse for a weapon.

Following his lead, you pounce onto the Fighter and tried biting down. To your shock, your jaw is filled with wood as the Fighter shoves his longbow into your mouth in a vain attempt to hold you back. Your eyes lock and you notice the fear in his eyes, you had him cornered like a little rat. Maw overflowing with your poison, you began to get closer and closer to his face, specks of your saliva dripping onto it and causing him to scream aloud. The man was losing his strength, no doubt your poison was working overtime within him. With the might of your jaws and the longbow sufficiently withered from your toxins, you snap the bow in two and launched splinters throughout the battlefield. Carelessly tossing it aside, you hold the man down with your superior strength and go in for the coup de grâce, his throat smashed between your jaws. His body still seemed to struggle as you shook your head around and ripped out his throat.

Getting off of the man, your bloodlust informs you of the other threat still looming. You turned your head to see the Hunter throw Slazar off of him and into a nearby bush before pointing his sword at you. Your ears are still ringing from the fresh gory kill as you begin to march over to the foolish Hunter, he will regret hurting your Kobold. Right before you got within range to strike, you felt a blunt wooden object smack against the side of your head, seems like your "Bless" spell ran out once Slazar stopped concentrating on it. Stumbling over onto your side, you see the Bard run over to the injured Hunter and drag him to his feet. Her lute seems to be damaged, she will not be casting anymore magic for a while. Your claws dug into the earth as you pulled yourself back up, eager to resume the chase as they both hurried off deeper into the woods. Further from your Lair, further from their friends.

Slazar was already back up on his feet, recovering from his momentary stun, his body shivering in excitement from an overload of adrenaline. You bark at him, gesturing for him to follow them as you started to scale a nearby tree. Watching you go, Slazar simply nods his head before poofing out of existence, having slipped into his invisibility. Your mind is racing as you leapt from tree to branch to vine, she will not escape you, you shall have your conquest. Their movements had begun to slow as the Hunter was limping slower and slower, he would just be deadweight at this point. He seems to agree as he says something to her before she lays him against a tree and runs off. Your roar mightily as you glide down infront of the Hunter. He merely looks you up and down before giving you the finger.

"Slash give the finger," the wounded man calmly uttered. You were not amused. In a cruel repetition of events you bite down on the mans foot and pump your poison into him, leaving him to his fate as you resumed the chase for the Bard.

You were already catching up to her when Slazar popped into existence and smacked her with his wooden sword, causing her to fall onto her side. This was your forest, it was only a matter of time. She attempted to kick and flail about as Slazar tried to close in on her, only truly stopping when you came and stomped on her right leg. You felt a gust of wind blow through you, signalling the gain of more experience, the two men were truly dead, all that was left was the prize before you. Slazar gripped the tip of his sword in an attempt to intimidate the woman, patiently waiting for your next command.

"Ow, that fuckin hurts you big dummy! Look ere, can you really blame us for trying to kill ya? You hurt our friend!" She frantically explained, obviously trying to buy herself some time in hopes that someone would come to her aid. Leaning in close, you took in a deep breath and caught a whiff of her flowery scent. Oh yeah, she was definitely a half nymph alright. One day you will claim a true nymph, but for now? She will most definitely do. Slazar tilts his head to the side in slight confusion.

"Uhhh Master Dragon? Are we not going to kill her?" He questioned as he walked over to her side and poked at her face with his sword. The Bard could not fight back against his teasing lest she suffer your wrath, although she did have some choice words for you. "What's this? You decided to get a friend to join you on your lil hunt? Dun tell me you're too scared to face all of us alone huh? Mr Big Strong Lizard?" She questioned in an accusatory tone. Your eye twitched at the remark, this one will have to be broken in properly. Hoisting her up over your shoulder, you carried her off towards your Lair, receiving some confused looks from Slazar. He hurries over to your side and walks along with you, casting some healing magic to treat your wounds and the arrow lodged in you.

"Ohhh! I get it, hostages means that the Heroes will have to be more careful in Master's Lair! What genius!" Slazar exclaimed as he did a slight celebratory dance once were both just right outside your Lair. The Bard did not struggle against you, perhaps she felt that it was pointless considering how strong you were now. Nudging Slazar with your snout, you gestured for him to scout ahead and ensure there were not any unwanted visitors in your Lair. He seems to get the memo as he disappears from your vision within the blink of an eye. It would be a while before he returns... From how he reacted to your interactions with the Bard, you were a hundred percent sure he was a virgin. Did he even know what sex was? Either ways, best not to do it infront of him considering he wants you to be some suitor for his Dragon Mistress, might as well keep up the facade of a clever Master.

You throw the Bard down carelessly onto the dirt below, causing her to yelp in pain once she hits the ground. Defiantly, she stared up towards you, maintaining full eye contact in a poor attempt to regain some control of her own agency. It has been too long since you had last used your little friend below, having painfully engorged with a bead of precum leaking at its tip. Bits of it fell onto the skin of her stomach causing her eyes to lower down to the barbed cock before her. It was probably slightly shorter than the dick she was used to, but it was much thicker and spikier. Her mouth agaped, she froze in place, suddenly realising what had actually happened to her Healer friend. Once the realisation died down, she reeled back in an effort to scream at the top of her lungs, perhaps hoping that one of her guildmates would hear her. We could not be having that now right? With a swift hand, you lunged forward to cup her mouth.

She struggled, beating and kicking at you. All it did was just make you even harder than before, of course. You had to be quick, lest Slazar suspected something, thus you began by gently pulling her shorts down. Once it was free, you shoved it into your satchel, another to add to the collection. Placing a singular talon against her throat was more than enough to ensure compliance, she ceased making anymore noise as you did so. And with that, you plopped your hard cock down onto her underwear, a moist spot forming at the spot over her entrance. Whatever happened next needed to be fast, so you skipped the formalities and shifted her panties to the side. Lining up against her entrance, you gave her one last glance into her fearful eyes and then smiled. Before she could even react, you had fully penetrated her. A slight whine came from her as you did not waste any time with her, thrusting in and out like a mad dog. Her hands gripped the strong grip upon her mouth, tapping at it pitifully to beg you to slow down. The mere act was enough to send you into overdrive as you shifted your talon from her throat to the side of her head, closing your hand into a fist. You drove your knuckles down into the dirt next to her before you pounded into her mercilessly. With each stroke, your barbs dragged against her inner walls and **** here to release muffled yelps and screams into your grip.

You were extremely backed up so you did not last long, luckily, it seemed like she was close herself. The slut was getting off to this? She was not a Bard for nothing it seems. You also realised that she had not bled, well not all of them could be virgins. Either ways, you were close and decided not to prolong this. With a singular strike, you hilted yourself fully and came, expanding her fully with your cock and cum. Her resistance ceased once you did so, simply resting one hand on her stomach and the other playing with her clitoris. She seems to have climaxed too, judging from the way she squirted all over you. Rope after rope of your cum entered here as the timer for "successful impregnation" appeared over her with ten minutes on the clock. Wait a minute, could Slazar see that? Removing your hand from her mouth, you notice a trail of drool connecting your hand and her mouth along with a bite mark on said hand. Looking back down at her, she is panting and her teary eyes are tired. She seems to have noticed the pop-up above her.

"Coulda at least worn a condom you dickhead," she softly said in a defeated tone. You had no idea what that was, but what was evident is that you needed to speed up the timer before Slazar returns. You quickly glanced around to make sure Slazar was not around, which you soon realised was in vain because he can somehow go invisible. From what you gathered, finishing inside a woman multiple times increases the chances of impregnation along with the reduction of the timer. Only one thing to do now, your cock already hardening again. She definitely felt it getting bigger again as she glanced back down to see your hips beginning to spasm and buck, eager for a second round. You will last longer this time.

Forget about keeping her quiet, you were not smart enough to care about the consequences. All that mattered to you at that moment was to ensure the thing before you was thoroughly bred. And so you grabbed onto her hips with both arms and lifted them slightly of the ground, she merely glared up towards you. Nancy closed her eyes as the first thrust came, then another, and then another. Seemingly submitting herself to you, she merely held onto your hands and stifled a moan as you picked up speed. The forest seems to go quiet as you rut into her, an occasional moan breaking through her tough girl facade. It mattered not what happens anymore, only that she carried your spawn against her will. Your jaw clenched shut as you could feel the drool and poison build up due to your own inhibitions. At this point, you were just a hungry beast to her, no longer the conniving little Lizard.

About five minutes in, she's gripping onto the grass below to gain some form of a foothold for her legs that were resting on your sides. You were slamming your hips downwards to ensure that none of your cum leaked out, both of you moving in a synchronised rhythm. You wonder if anyone she has been with could even compare? An orc or Dwarf probably could, you were still a "Lesser" dragon after all. But you doubt any of them could grind her insides as well as you did with your barbs. Seven minutes in, she begins to spasm and grind against your cock, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Seizing the opportunity, you bent down and took her mouth into your own, giving her a deep kiss. The very act causes the both of you to shiver from the sudden shock, forcing you two to finish together. Well, so much for lasting longer.

You held her in place as you painted her already white womb with more of that delicious cum that she so craved. A triumphant roar escapes your lips as you signal to the entire forest of another successful conquest. Perhaps you could have at least tried to remain quieter, well what is done is already done. You could feel her hands try and push you off, to try and get you out of her so she could salvage the situation. She seems to have realised that the risk of impregnation right now was extremely high and regrets letting it even get to this point. It was too late of course, the timer finishes with two minutes left on the clock. You are greeted with the delightful sight of "congratulations on becoming a father" appearing before you. While you cannot see it, she most definitely has a variation of that prompt appear before her as she goes pale suddenly.

"Ye fuckin cock of a dragon, get that outta me and end your miserable existence, ya wee fuck," she began to swear like a sailor, hurling insults and blows against you. You simply pull out of her slowly to shut her up, her innerwalls feeling each scrape. She whimpers through the whole ordeal as you prolonged each and every inch. Once you are done, she is in a sorry state, a stark contrast to her previous confidence when she came together with her friends. Taking in the view, you are suddenly filled with a golden light, your tail flailing in a sudden blast of strong winds. Finally, progress. Your muscles tighten as you feel yourself grow taller, larger and more ferocious. She must see it too as she recoils in fear at the sudden sight of your ascension to greater heights. You felt the poison within your very core becoming more potent, a feeling like you could take on anything washed over you. Standing up on your hind legs, you attempted to show off to the woman before you who carried your young. Spreading your wings to its maximum length, you tried to make yourself look bigger. Let all who see you know this one thing. You were now Level Eight.