Multiple Conversations And A Bedroom Adventure...

The questions on this chapter are all near the end, but if you skip ahead, reread the rest later, it's fun* and full of important details!
*(I think so anyway...)

A3: Diplomatic Manner: it's been a long time, you might as well be strangers...
B4: Venison Sausage
C2: Fucking
C5: Shabana
C6: Gold
H20: Anyone

The tranquil beauty of the forest sooths your tumultious soul, as you drink in the sight of it like you would drink from a spring of pure artesian water.

Then you see her, and your heart catches for a moment. Shabana, you met her in Laromier: what, twenty; no, twenty-one: years ago, and for a year of wonder, you were lovers.

But, the killing, it always bothered her: and you understand why: you hunt Dragon Hunters, it's your obsession, and for her part she's afraid that one day they will turn it around on you. You fear that too; but you accept it. It's your karma that one day the hunt will go south and they will catch you instead of you catching them.

Dare you approach? She was very clear that she wanted nothing to do with you for at least twenty turning of the seasons. That's past, but... Seems kinda stalker-ish to show up right after, for all it's an accident...

The words come to your throat unbidden: "I hail you by the grace of Buhamet, lord of all things good. I mean you no harm far-kin and grace bound, for I am a stranger in your dimense. Say 'Go' and I go, say 'Stay', and I stay gladly." You recite the old ritual greeting of a stranger to a dragon in whose feif they have accidentally trespassed, and Shabana turns to look at you.

Her eyes show deepest wonder, and her dorsal ridge bristles, then she sees you clearly and an imense smile covers her face! "Viermaes! Just now I thought of how I missed you and here you are!" She cries, and bounds over to embrace you!

The embrace is chaste, but there is a subtle heat to it, both remembering long nights spent in each others arms and doing things that would see you pressed to **** by the clergy of Droska for the 'Perversion' of lusting after the flesh of one with whom you cannot have children...

"By the Grace of Buhamet who is all holy and good, I bid you welcome and rest here with me, 'Stay' if you can, but 'Go' if you must," Shabana intones the ritual reply welcoming someone to live with you in your demesne.

It is just then that a veritable horde, of... Ok, 7 does not constitute a horde, but a squad of Kobold lancers riding tamed 'Dragon Geckos', both through the forest branches and along the ground, comes charging into view yelling "Damnation Queen Shabana, get back here!" In Draconic.

Soon enough the entire 'Royal Escourt' arrives and you meet Shabana's new allies/vassals/(in one case) husband.

You admit, for all that he stands under 5 feet tall Shabana's new Beau is an impressive fellow, he has nice golden scales, his muscles are well defined but not grotesquely over-developed, he's smart enough to wear armor over his scales, and the glowing blue sword he carries is indication enough of his prowess in battle.

"Shabana..." He growls like this is an old argument.

"I'm fine Izordios: better than fine!" Shabana sighs, letting go of you and walking over to take his hand.

"This is Viermaes, of whom you have heard, and I've bid her welcome in our woods," Shabana explains, and Izordios bows slightly in his Gecko's sadlle.

"I take it this is the King-Under-Hill here about?" You ask, judging from posture, subtle glances, and a hundred other unspoken clues that Izordios is Shabana's husband, not the captain of the guard, or some such thing: unless she's cheating on the king...

"Yes, his father stepped down when we were wedded, and we've been married these three years gone," Shabana replies, leaning in and licking along Izordios chin posessively. You well take the note of warning: "this one's mine, and I'm disinclined to share for now" Shabana's saying with that gesture.

You all travel back to the caves where the Kobold Klan makes its homes, and hear all about the past three-and-a-half years Shabana has been living with them. Things have been relatively peaceful, except a brief contra temps with some Goblins who they killed with the help of human allies from the neighboring feif, and an Elven enclave moving in to the woods but being convinced to leave by the Witch who lives on the side of the forest that faces the wastes.

One family of Elves stayed to monitor the area's biodiversity and ecological health, but they keep to themselves and the Kobolds are cordial with them, escourting various guests to-and-from their small steading.

The Kobolds are technically vassals of the local nation of allied races, the "King-Under-Hill" is also a Count, fairly recent development that, and must ride circuit on his County once every five years, which is to begin with this year...

"How did that happen?" You ask, and Izordios says the saga will be recounted at tonights feast for you, as the skalds need to practice it.

Back at the caverns things go into complete chaos! An unexpected feast to prepare, a gown to make for you, (several actually, these Kobolds appear to have a nudity Tabboo,) and of course all the Count's vassals to alert that they must expect an extra guest on the progress!

Fortunatley, things come off without a hitch, except your dresses, and that's only sort of... (You'll see later...)

After the first course an aged Kobold strides to a small platform in the feasting cavern and begins to recount the tale of the Goblin War...

"For more than a hundred years our people have lived in these caves on the edge of this forest, in all that time never have we been bothered by goblins until two-and-a-half years ago."

"Riding giant rats they came, a horde of two thousand enemies or more! Our traps kept them at bay for a time, but we knew it would take longer than those defenses could withstand to be rid of them. A great council was called, and so did our new queen Shabana suggest that we appeal to the humans and their allies for aid. By secret ways known only to the druids The Queen went to make our plea, while the King rallied our defense..."

The story of the battles and politics takes a long time, four hours, (and this is the much abridged summertime version,) but by the end you have a much better sense of Shabana and Izordios relationship.

Obviously, she's in charge around here, but the count is no slouch in warfare or diplomacy. It's a proper partnership, she may be the senior partner, but her husband is her partner, none-the-less...

At last, having eaten much too much Venison Sausage, which seems to be some kind of Sign to the Druids, you are taken to a suspiciously dry, dusty, and empty cave and told to make yourself at home. Which you do, hanging your dress on a wooden rack they provide and lying down on your meagar hoard...

Sleep claims you surprisingly easily, for all you are in unfamiliar surroundings and have possible thieves at every hand...

As you sleep a dream comes...

"Viermaes..." Someone is calling your name...

"Viermaes." The call comes again, and your claws tear through silk curtains to reach the voice...

At last they part: it is her.

Shabana lies on a mound of gold and gems with Izordios sitting off to one side smiling, but both are naked, and both have their genitals fully displayed.

"What's going on?" You ask, and both just whisper, "hush..." Shabana gesturing you forward with her delicate clawed right hand.

You walk forwards almost involuntarily, then kneel and lick Shabana's moist slit... It tastes like venison, delicious venison...

Somehow Shabana picks you up with both feet and hands, turning you around so she can taste you too.

Good Gods, she's better than you remember! Oh, you're going to Cum!

*Bong!* "No, just a sec-"

*Bong!* "Please! I don't wan-" You plead as the gong continues to sound.

*Bong!* "Dammit!" You scream, as the dream tears apart.

*Bong!*

*Bong!*

*Bong!*

Six in the morning, the great gong is sounded at the center of the caves and echoes throut the complex...

You awake and find more dresses, four of them, all in a lovely blue that compliments your silver scales, but...

A: Which Dress To Pick?
A1: the one that makes your breasts look so big their deformed?
A2: the one that makes your tail swing like a stripper?
A3: the one that makes you walk on tiptoe all the time?
A4: the one that gives you a tiny waste but hurts a lot doing it?
A5: Fuck this shit, call you "Godiva" because your going nude!

Now dressed for the day you meet your new staff:

B: Who Are? (Chose up to three.)
B1: Barroness Grizlada, the kings sister. She doesn't want to be here and doesn't like you much, but if you can win her over will be a good ally.
B2: Shinerva, the violet girl. Shinerva is shy, largely because she has violet scales instead of a 'propper' color. Secrets hide beneath the fearful exterior.
B3: Venkra, The Amazon Blade. A personal guard, seconded from the queen's lancers. She won't put up with half the shit from you that she does from Shabana.
B4: Baron Volgemund, the King's brother. Vol, as he prefers to be known, is a fop and a dandi, but you meet him on the dueling field and you meet your maker in short order...
B5: Furchet: a female kobold who turns into a basalisk on the full moon... She's surly and mean, but someone comes after you... Things are about to get ugly...