God Agent: All Hail The Great Kobold

Za’r shifted closer, her body pressing fully against his while the moonlight filtered through the window and painted soft silver patterns across the bed.

Ka’z met her gaze and he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek with the back of his fingers and she leaned into the touch, eyes still a little red from earlier tears yet steady now with a different kind of intensity.

Without another word she rose onto her knees, guided him onto his back, and straddled his hips. The fabric of their remaining clothes was pushed aside with unhurried hands until nothing remained between them.

She positioned herself above him, one hand bracing against his chest while the other reached down to line him up, and then she sank down in a single long glide that drew a shared breath from both of them.

Za’r rode him with deep strokes, rising until only the head remained inside her before lowering herself again until their hips met flush. Every movement was unhurried, almost reverent, as though she meant to memorize the feel of him while she still could.

Her palms stayed flat against his chest, fingers spreading over the steady beat of his heart, and her eyes never left his face. Ka’z’s hands settled on her waist, thumbs tracing slow circles over the soft scales there, guiding her rhythm without ever forcing it.

The wet heat of her body enveloped him completely with each descent, the friction building in long, liquid pulls that made his breath catch. She leaned forward after a time, pressing her breasts to his chest so that every roll of her hips dragged her against him more fully, and the new angle let him feel the subtle flutter of her inner walls each time she took him to the root.

Soft sounds escaped her throat, low and continuous, mixing with the quiet creak of the bed and the distant hush of the village outside.

Ka’z watched the way her expression shifted between concentration and open pleasure, the way her lips parted when she sank down especially deep, and he answered with upward thrusts that matched her pace instead of overtaking it.

The climax built for him like a slow tide rather than a sudden break. When it finally crested he held her hips firmly and spilled into her with a long, shuddering exhale, body tightening beneath hers while she continued to rock through every pulse, drawing it out until he was spent and trembling.

She stayed seated on him for several breaths afterward, forehead resting against his, both of them simply breathing the same air. Then she lifted herself carefully, the wet sound of their separation soft in the quiet room, and shifted down his body until she could take him into her mouth.

Za’r’s lips closed around the softened length and she worked him with slow, thorough attention, tongue tracing the underside while her hand cupped and stroked what her mouth could not reach.

The taste of their earlier joining lingered between them and she did not shy from it, taking him deeper with each pass until the sensitive head brushed the back of her throat.

Ka’z’s fingers threaded into her hair, not to guide but simply to feel the movement of her head, and he watched the focused set of her brow as she coaxed him back to hardness with patient suction and the soft scrape of her tongue.

The second rise was gradual, a slow thickening that she encouraged with every wet slide of her lips, until he was fully rigid again and aching for more. Only then did she release him with a final lingering kiss to the tip and crawl back up his body.

Ka’z rolled them both so that she lay beneath him, settling between her open thighs in the missionary position. He entered her again with the same careful patience she had shown him, sliding in inch by inch until he was fully sheathed and her legs had wrapped around his waist.

He braced his weight on his forearms so that their faces remained close and began to move with long, rolling thrusts that never quite left her. Each stroke dragged against her inner walls, the wet heat of her body welcoming him as though it had been waiting.

Za’r’s hands roamed his back, nails tracing light paths along the ridges of muscle, and she lifted her hips to meet every advance. Their mouths found each other in soft, open kisses that broke only when the intensity of sensation forced a shared gasp.

The room filled with the quiet rhythm of the soft slap of skin, the mingled sound of breathing that grew steadily heavier.

Ka’z kept the pace measured even as the urge to drive harder rose in him, determined to give her every second of closeness the night still allowed. He felt her tighten around him in gradual waves, her inner muscles fluttering and then clamping down in a long, rolling climax that pulled a low moan from her throat and made her thighs quiver against his sides.

The feel of her pleasure dragged him closer to his own edge, yet he held on, continuing the deep strokes until the need became impossible to deny. When he came the second time it was with his face buried against her neck, body locked tight as he emptied himself into her once more, the pulses strong and prolonged while she held him through it.

They remained joined for a long moment afterward, hearts hammering against each other. Eventually he slipped free and she shifted again, sliding down to take him into her mouth a second time.

Za’r licked and sucked with gentle persistence, coaxing the spent length back to life with soft suction and the warm slide of her tongue along every sensitive ridge.

Ka’z’s hand rested lightly on the back of her head, fingers stroking through her hair while the gradual return of hardness left him breathing deeper. When she was satisfied that he was fully rigid again she released him and turned onto her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder with an invitation that needed no words.

Ka’z moved behind her and guided himself into her, entering her from behind in one smooth thrust that seated him deep. The doggy-style rhythm began slowly, his hands steady on her hips as he withdrew nearly all the way before pressing forward again in long, controlled strokes.

Za’r pushed back to meet him, the arch of her back deepening with every meeting of their bodies, and the new angle let him reach places that made her breath catch and her fingers curl into the bedding. The wet sounds of their joining grew richer, fuller, filling the quiet room alongside the soft creak of the frame.

After a time her arms began to tremble from the sustained position. Ka’z felt the shift and followed her down as she collapsed forward onto her chest and shoulders, the angle changing once more into a deeper, more intimate collapsed doggy.

He covered her body with his own, chest to her back, one arm braced beside her while the other slid beneath her to hold her close. The thrusts became shorter, denser, the friction tighter as he ground into her with rolling hips. Their breathing synchronized, harsh and open against each other’s skin.

Za’r’s soft cries rose in pitch as another climax took her, inner walls clenching and releasing in powerful waves that milked him relentlessly. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with a final heavy load while his body shuddered against hers

"Za’r..." Her name left his lips in a rough whisper.

They stayed locked together afterward, neither willing to move. Ka’z’s weight rested carefully over her back, his face pressed to the curve of her shoulder, while her fingers found his and laced through them. Their chests rose and fell in uneven unison, the aftershocks of pleasure still flickering through tired muscles.