I was still breathing hard from the hunt, lungs burning a little, when I caught Sarah glancing back at me through the trees.
She'd stuck close the whole time—closer than necessary—brushing against my arm when we crouched, tail swaying slow whenever I looked her way.
Now the others had gone ahead with the carcasses, leaving just us two lagging behind.
She stopped walking. Turned. Those amber eyes locked on mine and her lips curved, small but sure.
I didn't even think. Just stepped up, took her wrist, and pulled her behind a fat oak where the undergrowth was thick.
She didn't pull away. Didn't speak. Just let out this quiet, shaky exhale through her nose—like she'd been waiting for it.
I spun her around so her front pressed to the rough bark. She braced both palms flat against the trunk without me asking.
Her tail lifted a little on its own, curling to the side, out of the way.
I yanked her woven skirt up over her hips. No underwear—just warm scales and the dark slit between her thighs already glistening. She'd been wet for a while.
I gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the softer flesh just above her tail base.
She arched her back instantly, pushing that round ass toward me.
My cock was already out, aching. I lined up, rubbed the head along her folds once—slow—then sank in one long, steady push.
She was tight. Hot. So slick I slid in to the root without much resistance.
"Fuck…" slipped out of me under my breath.
Sarah made this low, throaty sound—half growl, half whimper—and her inner walls fluttered hard around me right away.
I started moving. Not gentle. Firm, deep strokes that made her claws scrape the bark every time I bottomed out.
Her tail wrapped twice around my thigh like a rope, pulling me in tighter each thrust. I grabbed the base of it with one hand—squeezed—and she jolted, pussy clamping down so hard I almost lost rhythm.
"Harder," she rasped. Voice rough. "Please."
I gave it to her. Slapped against her ass louder now, skin on scales, wet smacking sounds mixing with the wind in the leaves overhead. Birds kept chirping like nothing was happening.
She pushed back to meet me every time. Hungry little rolls of her hips. Moaning open-mouthed now, no attempt to stay quiet.
I pulled almost all the way out, watched my cock shine with her, then slammed back in. Again. Again. She started trembling through her legs.
I slid one hand around front, found that small swollen nub above where we joined, and rubbed firm circles.
That broke her.
Her whole body locked up. Head snapped back. A sharp, keening cry tore out of her throat—raw—and her pussy started pulsing, rhythmic squeezes milking me so hard my vision blurred at the edges.
I couldn't hold it. Groaned low in my chest, buried myself to the hilt and came.
Thick spurts. One after another. I could feel each pulse shoot deep, filling her until it was too much and started leaking out around my base, dripping down her inner thighs.
We stayed locked like that maybe twenty seconds—both panting—before I eased back and slipped out. A thick string of cum connected us for a second before it snapped.
She turned slowly. Face flushed dark around the scales, eyes glassy, lips parted. Looked at me like I was something unreal.
Before I could even catch my breath she dropped to her knees in the pine needles, hands on my thighs.
"I want more," she said quietly. Voice still shaky. "Want to taste it too."
She didn't wait for permission—just leaned in and took me into her mouth. Warm tongue swirling, cleaning me, sucking gently. I hissed through my teeth. Sensitive as hell right after.
When she pulled off, a thin strand of spit and cum connected her lip to my tip. She licked it away, eyes never leaving mine.
I hauled her up by the arms, spun her again—but this time I sat on a low fallen log and pulled her onto my lap facing me.
She straddled me quick. Reached down, lined me up, and sank straight down.
We both groaned at the same time.
She was even wetter now—messy with both our cum. Slid right to the base in one go.
Sarah started riding. Slow rolls at first, grinding her clit against my pelvis every time she came down. Then faster. Bouncing. Breasts moving under the thin leather top, nipples hard points I could see through the fabric.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, helped lift and drop her. She leaned forward, forehead against mine, breathing fast against my mouth.
"You're so deep…" she whispered between moans. "I can feel you in my stomach…"
I thrust up to meet her. Hard. The angle let me hit something inside that made her gasp every time.
Her claws dug into my shoulders—not breaking skin, just holding on. Tail thrashed behind her, whipping leaves.
I felt the second one building fast.
"Gonna come again," I muttered against her neck.
"Do it inside," she begged. Voice cracking. "Please—fill me again—"
Three more hard upward thrusts and I lost it. Groaned into her shoulder as I pumped another load deep. Same thick pulses. Same feeling of flooding her.
This time a faint blue glow shimmered between us—right where we were joined. Thin threads of light pulsed once… twice… then sank into both our bodies.
Strength flooded my arms and legs like someone poured warm oil into my muscles.
Sarah's eyes flew wide. She froze mid-breath.
"Ragnar… something's happening." Her voice was small, awed. "I feel… stronger."
I swallowed. Didn't know what to say.
She stared at me another second, then her face lit up—bright, almost childlike joy.
"You're him," she breathed. "The Herald. The one from the scrolls."
I blinked. "The… what now?"
She grabbed my face with both hands. "The one whose seed makes us grow powerful. Makes the tribe stronger for generations. They said he'd come in our lifetime—"
She started laughing—soft, shaky, happy tears in her eyes.
I just sat there, still inside her, cum leaking down my balls, trying to process that my literal jizz was apparently holy milk in this world.
Sarah suddenly scrambled off me—cum dripping down her thighs—and grabbed my hand.
"Come on. We have to tell the elders. Right now."
She was already tugging me toward the village path, skirt still hiked up, tail lashing excitedly.
I stumbled after her, pants barely back on, head spinning.
The quest panel was still floating in the corner of my vision.
[Quest Completed]
First union with a Kobold female
Rewards: Skill – Heavenly Creaming unlocked
And underneath it, the new stat gain: [Strength +6]
I let out a long breath.
Well.
Guess dying wasn't on the menu today.
I squeezed Sarah's hand and started walking faster.
Whatever the next quest was… I had a feeling it wouldn't be boring.