Kobold Facesitting

You were sent to retrieve some boxes of supplies that a band of kobolds stole from a merchant caravan. It was meant to be a quick and simple job — head to their cavern a few miles from town, bonk some heads, and carry the goods back. The first kobold, keeping watch outside the cave, only reaffirmed how easy it would be. It stood at half your height, its chocolate-coloured hide soft and meek, horns short and dull. Even better, it was unarmed and unarmoured — an altogether easy fight.

Or so you thought.

If there’s one thing that can be said about kobolds, they’re crafty little buggers. Despite his bottom-heavy form, he dodges your blows with ease, curls around you with grace, and swings his tail with intent. It strikes your legs, knocking you off your feet. Your head hits the ground — hard.

You squirm, dazed, unable to focus. The sun disappears. Your vision slowly unblurs, and the kobold’s chocolate scales glisten above you. His chubby tail wiggles above your head, directing your gaze down to his two juicy ass cheeks. They’re wider than his shoulders, the pair alone eclipsing the sun. The hide around the inner curve is lighter, more like tan, drawing your eyes to the centre, though his plump cheeks hide his hole.

He smacks his ass, wobbling the meaty hide. He gropes his cheek, indenting the hide around his claws, creating thin trails across its otherwise smooth roundness.

“Stupid human!” He slaps his cheek again. “Time to learn your place!”

Before you can collect yourself, those cheeks plummet to your face like a pair of wrecking balls. You’re squished back against the dirt as your head slips between his tanned cheeks. His heavy sac follows through, slapping and bouncing atop your neck. The impact makes you gasp, though your throat only fills with heat, your nose with earthy sweat. You try to shove the kobold’s ass off you, but your fingers sink into his chubby hide, unable to find a firm grip.

Regardless, the kobold does your job for you; he bounces off your face, returning light to your eyes — before plunging back down, burying you beneath him once more.

“Take that!” he squeaks as he jumps up again, slamming back down with twice the force. You scream a protest, though his fat ass renders it a mumbled grunt underneath all his heft, then a muffled yelp as his nuts collide with your neck, bouncing against it like tennis balls.

He jumps up again — and crashes back down. Again and again. Each landing smears sweat — both yours and his — over your lips, the saltiness mixing with the musky bitterness of his rump. Each bounce is a wallop against your face, winding you and slowly draining what little strength you have left.

As the kobold slams down with a loud grunt, he chuckles, wiggling his rump, smooshing your face deeper between his cheeks. “Had enough?”

You mumble out a yes, though it sounds more like a moan into his plump ass.

“Nah, one more for good measure.” The kobold leaps up, his feet leaving the ground. His brown scales sparkle as the sun silhouettes his body, granting the smug bastard a near-angelic glow. Midair, he curls his knees to his chest and reaches under his tail, spreading his thick cheeks apart — granting a perfect view of his tight little hole as gravity rockets it towards your face.

There’s a booming thwack as his ass crashes down on you. The sound is instantly muddled as his cheeks slap shut around your ears. Engulfed in darkness, the impact knocks the air out of you, making you take deep gasps of his musky hole, his pucker twitching against your nose. The bottom-heavy kobold twists his hips, squishing you further into the dirt, grinding his rump deeper into your face.

“Hah! A weakling like you should pick on someone their own size.” There’s a muffled smack on the outer part of his ass. The hide wobbles against your cheeks as he leans back, bearing all his girth on you. Thank god he’s only three feet. And thank god his ass is so soft.

“Well, ass cushion?” He continues to shift above you, rubbing his slick, sweat-soaked ass over your entire head. “Don’t you have some apologising to do?”

You mumble out several apologies into his ass while he wiggles his hips, giggling to himself.

“You call that an apology? Apologise with your tongue!” He scoots back, bringing his warm hole above your lips. “It’s called kiss and make up, so make up with the ass that pounded you into the dirt!”

He grips his cheeks and spreads them wide, letting some light hit his chubby underside. His stretched entrance quivers before your eyes, its pink rim glistening with sweat.

“You hear me, butt munch? Or do you need another ten ass slams?”

You whimper, uncertain whether your face can handle another few minutes of a kobold bouncing off it. Defeated, you flick your tongue against his salty hole. It spasms upon contact, desperate for something to fill it.

“That’s it — circle your tongue around it. Lick up all my sweat.”

Gingerly, you wrap your hands around the kobold’s meaty thighs. Your fingers slip over something firm and wet between his legs. You pant, your face burning; it’s as if all the kobold’s heat is centred around his hole. Your drool darkens his tanned crack as you swirl your tongue around his pink pucker, lapping up the sweat between each wrinkled ridge.

“Take a deep breath, loser. You’re gonna be crawling back to town smelling like my ass.”

As ordered, you huff his humid musk. With each gasp, your head feels lighter, intoxicated by the kobold’s earthy manliness. You pull back on his thighs, trying to pull him deeper onto your face. The kobold chuckles, obliging. He spreads his cheeks wider as he leans back… before letting them go. They spring shut around your head with a meaty splat.

“There we go… tucked away, nice and cosy.”

There’s a thumping against the ground just behind your head, rumbling through the soil. Is the kobold wagging his tail?

“Who knew human faces were this comfy.” He slaps his cheek again, letting the hide jiggle around your head. “But ain’t it time for you to start kissing, loser?”

You smooch his ass, proclaiming each kiss with a loud mwah as you soak the circumference of his hole in drool. His hide is leathery in both taste and texture, his musk pervading even your taste buds.

“Not that type of kiss!” He thrusts himself down, smooshing you deeper into the ground. “You gotta make out with it, stupid!”

You hesitate; it’s one thing to lick the outside, but to actually make out with a kobold’s sweaty asshole?

“Or we can just wait until you suffocate. I’ve got all day — literally!” The kobold lets out a noisy, exaggerated yawn. “Guard work’s no easy business. You know how tiring it is just standing for hours? Thanks for solving that problem for me!”

Maybe you can distract him. You reach between his thighs and grasp his hardened cock, but he smacks your arm away.

“Nuh uh. Ass cushions only get to worship ass. So get to worshipping — tongue my hole already!”

Resigned to your fate, you curl your tongue around his pucker once more before twisting it between his rim. It clamps down, denying entry.

“Come on, keep shoving!”

You pump your tongue back and forth, curling it around his clenching hole. Tight doesn’t even begin to describe his entrance; with an ass this fat, it’s a surprise other kobolds haven’t stretched it out yet.

You pause and, as the rim relaxes, ram your tongue forward, breaching his hole in a single thrust. The kobold yips, his body trembling above yours. His hole clamps around your tongue like a vice.

“Fuuuuuck yeah… Deeper, deeper!”

 You wiggle your tongue into his heated depths, the walls rippling inwards to welcome it deeper. More sweat runs over your face as you lap at his insides. The kobold squirms as you work your tongue, rubbing his drool and sweat-soaked rump over your forehead.

“More, more! Bottom out like the good fucking ass cushion you are!”

His tail wallops the ground. His hips gyrate harder and faster. You pump your tongue like a piston, feeling it fold whenever the pulsating walls of his asshole clench down. You dig your nails into his meaty thighs, bracing as you lean in to nibble at his rim.

“Oh, fuck, are you hard?”

Something prods at your trousers, rubbing over your restrained cock. You freeze; you were so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed.

“Wow. That’s so pathetic, it comes round to being adorable.”

You flinch as sharp talons run over your thighs, tearing at the fabric. One glides over your covered cock before tugging at your underwear, ripping it apart. Your dick pops free of its prison, standing tall in the cool afternoon air.

“Fuck, humans really are packing it…” Something soft — something like a paw pad — prods at your exposed cock, poking it in a slow tease. “Want me to take care of that for you, loser?”

You moan into his asshole, biting down on his quivering sphincter.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Two leathery pads squeeze down on opposite sides of your shaft. Two little nubs — likely the kobold’s toes — grip around the head of your cock. They clench and relax as his other foot rubs along the length of your shaft, the plush paw pads adding just the right amount of friction as they wrap around your throbbing member. You grunt into his ass and redouble your licking, all the while thrusting your hips up to fuck his paws.

“Ugh, you’re already making a mess… You’re licking my toes clean after this, got it?”

You answer with a sudden plunge of your tongue deep into the kobold’s moist depths, making him yelp.

“Tch, humans really have no shame. Getting off to being a seat… getting off to a kobold’s paws…”

His paws grip down harder, squishing your cock between the softness of his pads. Those two toes up their strokes, focusing their efforts around your sensitive head. Another presses down from above, its leathery pad rubbing over your cockhole. One paw wraps sideways around the middle of your cock, taking rapid pumps as his other paw — remaining stationary — flexes at the same rhythm.

He chuckles as his toes tense around your cockhead. “That was a big spurt. You already that close?”

You mumble a yes into his meaty hole.

“Damn, my ass musk must be doing a number on you.” He lowers his paw from your cockhead, bringing them both in line before wrapping them tight, his toes interlocking around the front of your cock. “A shame my ass is occupied — and it won’t be empty any time soon. Guess you’ll have to make do with finishing on my chest. Ready?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before thrusting both his paws down. They slam against your crotch before reversing, sliding up to your precum-soaked cockhead. He twists his paws — grinding the pads against your glans — before slamming them back down. You quickly learn his tempo, bucking your hips up whenever he jerks down, fucking his paws with everything you’ve got.

“Come on, moan into my ass, you little bitch!”

The pressure builds around your cock as he clenches his paws tighter and tighter. Your nuts burn, their release imminent. As if sensing the same — or rather, feeling the intense throbbing between his pads — the kobold hastens his pumps, urging you towards climax.

You moan into his hole, trembling. It all becomes too much too fast, and you clench your fingernails into his thighs as you unload the fattest load of your life.

“Holy fuck.” He sounds awestruck. He stays quiet as several loud splatters ring out from his torso. “K-keep going! Empty every last drop!”

His paws ripple up and down your cock, their chubby pads both wonderful in texture and heat as they envelop your length. They don’t pause — not even for a second — as they milk your balls for all they have to give. Squirt after squirt erupts from your cock, glazing the kobold’s chocolate scales in a heavy coat of cream. The mess rolls down his thighs, the stickiness oozing over your clenched fingers.

As your flow subsides, the kobold still doesn’t let up. He focuses his pawjob around your cockhead, embracing the tip between the small pads of two of his toes. They clench and gyrate around the head, tightening with each pump to work out the last spurts of hot cum, saturating his toes before dribbling down the length of your cock. 

“Wow. Just… wow. I should sit on humans more often, hey?”

Your face is on fire, drenched with musk and sweat. You can’t even control your body; your tongue remains within his rump, limp. His anal walls envelop it in a tight massage, keeping it from slipping out.

“Did I say you could stop licking, loser?” He slaps his ass, the meaty smack snapping you out of your stupor. “But, damn… what a fucking mess. Guess someone like you doesn’t get laid that often, huh?” The kobold sighs, seeming to relax. But then he erupts into a high-pitched, malevolent cackle, making your hair stand on end. “Well, you don’t need to worry about that anymore, ’cause I’m keeping you.”

What did he say?

“Yeah, you heard me.” He snorts, trying to hold back more laughter. “That performance sealed the deal. I need a cock like that in my life…”

Your mind begs you to protest — but your tongue refuses to obey. It acts on impulse, an impulse that returns it to French kissing your new owner’s asshole.

“Hah, guess it’s settled, then. Didn’t think you’d agree so easily, but I get it — kobold ass is hard to resist. Now then…”

The kobold suddenly raises his rump. Your tongue slips out, and you whine as the warmth of his hole drifts away. He stays squatted over your face, spreading one cheek apart with his paw, showing off his pink entrance, moist with your spit. His other paw creeps around, his fingers covered in a fat glob of cream — your cumshot.

He smears some of it over his taint and between his crack, but he soon finds his well-kissed hole. He shoves two fingers in, clenching his hole tight to create a seal, then pulling them back out. They slip free with a wet plop — slick, but mostly free of cum. He reaches back to his torso, scooping up another serving, before repeating the process, gradually filling his ass with your load. Though he tries to keep his hole clenched shut, the mess soon leaks from the star-shaped pucker, dribbling into your mouth like cream from a pastry bag.

“That ought to be enough.” He flicks his fingers free from his hole and wipes them clean through your hair. “Good seats don’t leave messes, you know?”

He sways his rump, his juicy cheeks shuddering as they swing from side to side. They lurch to a stop, the chubby hide rippling outwards, as he grips both paws down around the tan inner curve. He spreads his cheeks and — just as you spot a thick trail of cream running down his taint — slams his ass back onto your face.

Without hesitating, you jam your tongue back into his hole, tasting your own salty load as it drips into your mouth. You gulp it down as he shuffles on top of you, getting back into a comfortable position. He hums as you work, casually stroking your semi-hard cock with his paws while you slurp at his hole.

Feeling brave, you slide one hand up his thigh, reaching for his crotch. You find his cock and grasp it tight, slowly pumping it as you lap away at his asshole. The kobold chuckles but doesn’t stop you. Minutes pass with only the sound of sloppy slurps and muffled moans coming from his backside, but they’re soon joined by squelching from his cock. Sticky precum rushes over your fingers, slickening his entire length, his weighty balls throbbing atop your neck. You reach in to squeeze them, your fingers slipping between the crease separating the pair as you take in their size. He may have said you were packing it, but his sac is pretty fucking fat for a three-foot lizard. How does he even walk with something this big swinging between his legs?

As if hearing your thoughts, he says, “Why do you think kobolds are such fast breeders? These bad boys need emptying daily, and I’m already two days behind.”

His thighs tense as he lifts himself from your face. Your tongue slips out of his hole, the loosened entrance now free of white thanks to your efforts. He shuffles back, showing off his dark taint, then his sack. His humongous orbs wobble above your face, the stretched hide rocking back and forth, plapping against his thighs.

“You’re going to help me empty them, so open wide, loser.”

You open your mouth as his sac dips onto your face. Like it had just left a sauna, the musky hide is steaming hot and sticky with sweat. It pulses atop your face, sliding over your nose and cheeks, before finally finding your mouth. He squats lower, sighing as one of his orbs slips between your lips, into the tight confines of your mouth. Only one can fit.

You close your mouth and begin your worship. You lick, suck, and even nibble at his heavy nut, ensuring every inch of the sweaty hide is soaked in your spit. The kobold groans as you work. If his intensifying grunts are a sign of anything, he really loves it when you juggle his nut with your tongue. He also gives some adorable gasps when you hum, stimulated from the vibration of your lips.

His grunts grow louder, more constant, squelching coming from just above. If his tan-coloured taint wasn’t the only thing you could see, you’d probably spot him pumping his cock.

He lifts himself, popping his nut free from your mouth before angling the other one inside. Just in time, too — there was no salty flavour left to lick off. Thankfully, the new one greets your tongue with that same pleasant saltiness.

“I’m so close… gonna coat your face in kobold jizz…”

You slurp at his orb, smooching it as you reach up to fondle its drool-slick twin resting on your cheek. Your hand tugs and squeezes, while your mouth sucks and nibbles.

Suddenly, he grabs your free hand, lurching it towards the warmth of his ass. He barks a single order: “Finger.”

And you comply. You circle your middle finger around his rim before plunging it in, the spit coating his insides helping you bottom out at your knuckle in a single thrust. He yelps in delight, precum splattering over your spent cock. You home in on his prostate, twisting your finger as you pump it back and forth, hammering away at his most sensitive spot, frantic yips rewarding your efforts. His legs tremble, his sac throbs, and his hole sucks at your finger, desperate for more.

He sucks in air, plopping his nut free from your mouth as he wobbles backwards. “I-I’m gonna, fucking—”

His arm is a blur of brown as it shuffles into your vision, jerking away at his fat cock. You slide your middle finger out of his hole — and ram it back in alongside your index finger. This time, you don’t pull back, taking short and rapid pounds at his prostate. A massive splat of salty precum hits your lips as his hole clamps down around your fingers, the walls shuddering violently.

He lets out a long, adorable whine — moments before throwing his head back and roaring, lost in utter bliss. A zigzag of cum sprays through the air, splatting against your belly and legs. He aims his cock down to your face.

You clench your eyes shut just in time.

An explosion of heat batters your face, a heavy splatter of cream striking your forehead. You gasp, your lungs immediately filling with his virile musk, before another gush hits your open mouth. You swallow in surprise, your throat alight with warmth, your tongue drenched in a flavour ten times as potent as his ballsac.

True to his word, shot after shot paints your face. The growing heat is almost overwhelming. It oozes over your chin, down your cheeks, even into your ears. And yet, you encourage more of it, still fingering away at his asshole, not giving his throbbing prostate a second of respite. His tiny body spasms, on the verge of collapse. He sprays one last shot onto your forehead as he stumbles forward.

And then his legs buckle.

He collapses, his fat ass plummeting back onto your cum-covered face. A gloopy splatter echoes out as the mess smears everywhere, drenching any specks of skin spared from the initial assault. The kobold trembles atop you, still cumming his brains out. Much of it strikes your crotch, adding another layer of cum to your cock.

As he rides out his mind-wrecking orgasm, you spread his juicy ass cheeks and, spotting his hole tucked beneath his convulsing tail, shove his delicious asshole back into its rightful place — right above your mouth. You thrust your tongue into it — slurping up some of his cream in the process — and tongue-fuck his prostate, prolonging his climax. His balls twitch and churn atop your neck. You take one into each hand, kneading them as they lighten in your grip.  

The kobold’s roar wanes to a throaty gurgle as his flow dwindles to some slight sploshes against your chest. It eventually recedes to an unsteady stream oozing from his tip, slowly pooling on your neck.

“Holy fuuuuuuck…” He pants heavily, still twitching above your face. “That’s… that’s why we don’t go three days without busting a nut…” He leans back, once more bearing his heft onto your head. He wiggles his hips, a sloppy squelch with each twist, smearing cum across your face.

“You know how many clutches a load that big would make? I’d be the new alpha.” His talons stroke through your cum-slick hair, gently scratching at your scalp. “Oh, uh… you still breathing under there?”

You mumble a confirmation, and add to it by rolling your tongue around his wrinkled sphincter — a tad looser after your two fingers had their way with it.

“Good boy. Don’t kick the bucket too soon, alright? I’m keeping you around…”

He reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks wide. He holds them, taking a long sigh, before letting them slap shut against your cheeks, splattering cum down the side of your face.

“I’d make you suck my cock clean, but, honestly, I’m just too comfy to move…” The steady whapping of his tail returns, striking the ground behind your head. “I’ve got… what, three hours until my shift ends? You better pace yourself, ass cushion — I’m not letting you come up for air.”

You let out a long, quivering mumble into his hole. At least his ass cheeks are so wonderfully plump and soft; you could even fall asleep under them. Maybe.

“Though I’m sure the next guard wouldn’t mind having a seat for his shift. It’s only fair to share you around.”

He doesn’t seriously expect you to go all day buried under kobold ass, right? You whine out a protest, but a devious cackle makes your heart sink.

“If you have any complaints, please direct them into my fat fucking ass.” A booming smack rings out alongside a satisfied yip. The chubby hide — jiggling from the kobold’s slap — smooshes still-steaming cum around your face, some of it rolling over your nose. Another whiff is all it takes to make you flush with heat, his overpowering musk once again leaving you light-headed.

“You ain’t going nowhere, ass cushion, so keep licking. You’ve still got a whole lot of apologising to do…”