The kobolds can't keep their hands off her!

“Fuu Teoming… and Kobold band 1-A-6” The woman noted in a voice so bland and dry, Fuu almost felt her own giddy excitement start to fade… at least until one of the Kobolds took the chance to pinch her butt, eliciting a girlish little squeak from the proudly trained warrior. As the woman continued, another of the little green dragonfolk made his way up next to her. He casually leaned is shoulder against her thigh, then—as though he was lazily strumming a harp—reached across and pressed a pair of fingers into her cunt. Fuu’s eyes widened a hair, more at the jolt of sensation from her pretty flower than in actual shock, though there was an element of that as well. One of the guards met her eyes and gave her a piercing grin, making Fuu’s heart skip a beat, and leaving her off guard when the kobold’s fingers brushed across her clit yet again.

For her part, the lizardfolk accountant barely even seemed to notice. She was busy sliding her dry quill down the page, checking and cross checking tables, filtering data, and scratching out some math on a second ledger made of some sort of heavy stone. After a moment, she paused, then looked up at Fuu.

“As reward for their accomplishments in the arena, Kobold band 1-A-6 have elected to make use of their traditional rights as victors, in temporary ownership over their bested foe. Will the leader of Kobold band 1-A-6 please mark on the dotted line to clearly state that he understands that, in electing for this option, his band waives their rights in advancement toward freedom, in regards to the current match?” She held out a stone contract, and the largest of the Kobolds stepped forward, dipped his hand in ink, and left a little handprint on the line at the bottom. “Very good.”

By this point, Fuuwas really squirming. Throughout the whole little spiel about contracts and rights, the Kobold at her side had not stopped playing with her cunt! It was a steady motion, just back and forth, as though he didn’t even realize he was doing it and his hand just had a mind of it’s own, strumming against her sopping cunt casually, yet relentlessly. For as little mind as he seemed to be paying her, Fuu could feel every single second of it, every last detail of contact… The way his fingers seemed to slowly work their way deeper and deeper inside her, until she could feel them buried in her, wedging her apart until her already weak legs quivered. Then back out again, drawing against her slowly, so, so slowly until they slipped from her folds, glistening with Fuu’s flooding arousal. Each brush of his scaly hand against her clit felt so light and brief that it might have been an accident, yet again and again that ‘accidental’ touch send lighting jolting through her until Fuu was only barely **** back her slutty moans of bliss.

“… miss? On the dotted line?”

Fuu blinked and the world seemed to come into focus again. The lizardfolk woman was staring at her, an eyebrow raised in nothing more than bureaucratic impatience. As if Fuu was holding up a line while this kobold fingered her naked pussy in broad daylight. She took a shuddering breath, tried and failed to suppress a whimper, and reached out to accept the quill the woman was offering her.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Fuu marked her name on the dotted line, as commanded, managing to only shake a little as she felt a second Kobold idly swat her ass, leaving a little three clawed print against her pale skin. It wasn’t until the woman pulled the stone tablet from her grip that Fuu noticed the way the deep purple rock seemed to sparkle and glitter in the torchlight and had the presence of mind to wonder whether the contract she had just agreed to was more magical than legal.

The thought lasted in her head a single moment before the woman turned and Fuu had an excuse to turn her focus back to the throbbing heat of her sudden cunt and the tiny green hand still edging her on toward ecstasy.

“You are to act as their live in servant for one week,” the old lizardfolk woman said, pausing at the exit of the room to call back at her. “All orders will be obeyed as if from an elder of the council, barring any such orders that would disrupt the peace of the city.”

Fuu nodded, more focused on the feeling between her legs than the words being spoken.

“And the end of which time, you may return to your life in the city proper, with your status as…” the woman paused, flipped through her documents until she found one, read a line. “… a public **** for the city, uninterrupted.”

She turned to meet Fuu with a quizzical look, then closed her ledger, turned, and left.