Chapter 20: 20. Interrupted Sleep

Your mirth leaves you, empty and cold. Two two goblin males who remain are skittish as they rummage through the lootbags. Feather's is slumped against a stalagmite, still breathing heavily and bleeding from a dozen wounds. Sapphire's hands are liberally coated with Hyena's blood. The old chieftainess seems... stable, ish. Someone has wrapped a bandage around her torso, and she's gently humping the floor.

You feel very tired. You couldn't keep going like this if every fight was going to lose you more than you gained. You opened your fame menu again and despite the lure of mysterious perks that might hold the secret, you have resolved to build a dungeon, and that means workers. You select “Manifest Worker” once more, seeing the expected drop of 100 fame, only to be met by an unexpected Popup.

Manifested Workers recoverable. Recovering.

Everyone in the cave pauses as the two seemingly dead kobolds give a hacking coughs and stand up. they bow to you, wounds zipping up mechanically, leaving no trace.

“Well,” you declare. “That certainly makes things more salvageable. Gross and weird, but salvageable.” It also explained why the kobolds had left corpses, because you certainly hadn't been planning on eating them. The kobolds do not respond, and with a gesture you send them away, trusting that whatever they do will be helpful until you give them more specific orders.

The goblins approach you, their hands laden with items. Several pouches of coins, two more soul crystals, and (with some disquiet) a bloody bag called “Body Parts (Misc)” all vanished into your stockpile with a nod of thanks. Of more interest however is a black, feathered cloak, sized for a human.

Bleakfeather's Cloak

Cloak, Rogue, Uncommon

This magical cloak, adorned with harpy feathers, allows it's user to fall softly and silently from any height.

The reason for it's unusual interest is that when you attempt to Stockpile it, an error floats up.

Treasure items cannot be stockpiled. Build a Treasure room.

“Put that somewhere safe for now,” you instruct the goblins, who bow away to do as instructed. You ready yourself for another day spent hitting walls and looking over your shoulder as you walk out into your entranceway.

Only to be greeted by pale moonlight. From the looks of things, it's barely midnight.

You walk over to one of the kobolds, working on what will be your cave larder.

“Keep watch tonight, between the two of you. Work in shifts.”

Your reptilian servant nods in acceptance and stops working, taking up a position in the shadows of your entrance hall. You hope it will be enough, you don't want to bet the lives of your fellows on every adventurer being distracted by a sex crazed gobliness. You're not sure that the one you have will survive being stabbed again, and you're loath to waste healing supplies you don't have on her.

As you return to your bed, the gobliness in question is busy helping the two remaining males get over any lingering sadness they may feel. The room is filled once more with the echoes of wet flesh. The rhythmic sounds, while far from being traditionally soothing, do help you empty your mind and quickly fall asleep, curled up around Sapphire, enjoying her warmth to compliment that of your fires.

Your dreams are of hidden blades, black leathers and sudden pains.

You awake some indeterminable time later, to something, someone, moving nearby. Having no wish to be ambushed twice in one night, you rear up violently, shielding Sapphire as best as you can.

Instead of violently murderous adventurers however, you see Feathers, although something you can't put your claw on is subtly different about her, and it's not the twin tear tracks running down her face. Wordlessly, she clambers up the mound of stones that serves as your bed and settles down next to Sapphire. It's a slight squeeze, the gobliness is significantly larger than the kobold, but Sapphire sleepily wriggles closer to you, allowing space for the green skinned chieftainess to join you. While Sapphire seems to doze off again, neither you nor Feathers close your eyes. You stay alert and scanning the cave, looking back at Feathers every minute or so. Feathers, for her part, slowly begins to shake with tears.

Eventually, her jerking sobs quieten and you feel it is safe to talk.

“Did you know him well?” Your voice is soft, and her response is too, even roughened by tears.

“N-no. But he help, voting out the old chieftainess. Could trust him. And now...” her voice trails off but you're unsure if she will pick up again. You could sympathise, if not empathise, with her. You always spawned alone, in the same cave. For the more social, and more numerous, goblins there was no telling when or where the dead male was going to respawn. There was no real way to know if enough of him would make it through to the next life with enough memory to really be considered 'him' either.

In a way, you supposed, you'd always been blessed, from your first spawn. You were the red drake of Imporne, and if you weren't anything more than a mob, you were a recognisable one. You'd obviously been placed here personally, rather than existing in some nebulous pool to draw from in any applicable zone.

“He trust me.” Her voice was a whisper. “Now he dead.”

“He was right to,” you say with certainty. “He trusted you to do the best you could, and you did. He trusted you to save the tribe, and we're getting there. Maybe he's spawned in the forest and will make his way back here. Maybe he's spawned a long way away with a new tribe. But either way, he'll remember you as a good leader. Someone who saw disaster looming and who knew something had to be done. You risked everything for your tribe, Feathers,” as you say it, you realise that may be the first time you've said that name to her face, but she doesn't react. “You risked it all because you knew that the only alternative was death. There's no shame in that.”

You're not sure where the words are coming from, but they seem to be having the desired effect. Feather's breathing evens out as she listens to your voice, and when you've finished you half think she's asleep until you look down at her to see her staring up at you with wide, needy eyes. You lean down to nuzzle her, but she catches your head in surprisingly strong hands and holds you, inches apart. While you're sure you could pull away if you needed to, you decide to wait and see where this goes.

Slowly, she closes the distance and kisses you. It different to the sneaked kisses of Sapphire, all nerves and speed. Feathers kisses like she's afraid you're going to vanish, and that she absolutely needs to experience you before you do. She kisses like a woman possessed.

After a minute of this, she releases you, panting hard, with her eyes closed. Sapphire murmurs and wriggles between you as Feathers' small breasts heave with exertion. She places one hand against your cheek, fingers spread, eyes still closed, and you realise with a start that you've grown. Significantly. Her hand is small against you.

Now you've noticed you're not sure how you could have missed it before. Your bed hasn't grown, and now your tail would almost touch your nose if you were to lay down again. You must be a foot taller at the shoulder, and a foot and a half longer.

These revelations are interrupted as Feathers opens her eyes.

“Fuck me, please,” she whispers. “Make feel good.”

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One of her hands starts roaming along your scaled chest, deftly avoiding Sapphire's still sleeping form. The other dances a similar path on her own flesh, toying with her nipples as they slowly harden under her ministrations.

Her hand glides lower, on both of you, but there is less of her than there is of you, and her questing fingers reach their goal much quicker in between her green skinned thighs. A twitch of her thumb dislodges her loincloth enough for you to see her slit, already glistening and wet as she gently teases her clit from hiding with a gasp. The sight is finally enough to make your own flesh engorge, and as you feel yourself slide into view you are happily shocked to note that not only have you grown, some parts of you have evidently grown more than the rest of you. Your cock, rigid and red is around seven inches now.

Feathers audibly gulps when she notices your growth. Your cock is now almost as long as her calf, and as she stares you finally realise what is different about her. She has also put a few inches of height on, and her breasts are slightly larger and fuller than you remember, her musculature more defined.

One thing that hasn't changed, however, is the look she gives you. Half lidded eyes, heavy with desire even as they're bright with half shed tears.

You both freeze as Sapphire murmurs something sleepily and rolls over, burrowing into your side. Her tail subconsciously wraps around the tip of your cock, rubbing against it for a few seconds before going still. Feathers grins at you and places a finger agsint her lips before crawling towards you and pushing you onto your back. Sapphire wriggles closer as you move away, muttering in half asleep annoyance.

Feathers slides onto your stomach, your cock resting between her firm ass cheeks, and leans down to your ear.

“Sapphire sleep. Busy day. No wake her, yes?” she punctuates her request with a wink and reaches behind her with the arm not use to brace herself against your chest. Her fingernails scrape slowly around your tip and you shiver at the exquisite sensation. Feathers smiles down at you and starts to gently roll the tip of your cock between her fingers, milking you for enough precum to wet her hand before picking up speed with the delightfully slick appendage.

Deciding you've had enough of passive involvement, you snake your head forwards to allow you to lap at her dark nipples. She gasps as you make contact, her hand flying from your chest to your snout as you circle her sensitive disk, flickering your tongue over the more sensitive nub every few seconds.

You feel yourself throb under Feather's ministrations, and she coos as her hand is liberally coated in another wave of pre. Her hand leaves your shaft for a second, and you can feel the back of her hand glade against the topside of your flesh as she smears the natural lubricant along the crack of her bubble but. She smiles again, and you're glad to see its a little less brittle, a little less forced, as she loses herself in trying to please the both of you.

She shifts her slick hand to your chest and her other hand to the base of your cock, holding you still as she shifts backwards half an inch, so that your shaft sits against her ass. Then she moves her legs to better support her own weight, which has the added, and probably primary effect of both tensing and pushing together her cheeks around your cock.

The sensations in certainly pleasant, if strange, as Feathers starts to gently lean back and forth, using one hand to keep your cock trapped in her shifting flesh.

Your forelimbs are far from designed for fine manipulation, but your recent levels have brought you up to a dexterity of 20 and you intend to make use of that. Indeed, it's immediately apparent that you have done more than grow in size as you find yourself able to move your talons much more than you have ever been able to before. You set your bluntest claw against Feather's clit and gently roll it from left to right, prompting an appreciative moan from the gobliness above you.

Both of you freeze once more as Sapphire lets out a sleepy moan and cuddles into your other arm, trapping it beneath her head. You curl it around her body, holding her close as Feathers begins to slowly move again, both of you staring down at the tiny kobold curled against you.

“You want fuck little runt?” Feathers voice is barely a whisper, more a breath shaped towards words. “You want see her tight pussy stretch over monster cock?”. She starts flexing her buttocks as she grinds against you. “You want fill her up with hot,” She lets out a long moan as you resume rubbing her clit, “Hot drake cum?”.

You let out a moan of your own as chieftainess' dirty talk ignites your imagination. Sapphire's tight pussy slowly devouring your cock till she physically can't take any more, seeing her writhe with pleasure under you, feeling her twitch and quiver as she cums around your length, and then seeing her shock as you finally pump her full of your boiling seed. The last image is too much when coupled with the steadily ramping speed of Feather's ass and hand and you feel your release powering towards you.

Your grunt and twitch as your cock throbs, and feather grins and drops down to lie along your chest as you fire thick ropes of cum along her back and ass. Your larger size gives you a perfect view as you pour your load over her. With a final wink and wriggle of her ass, Feathers coxes a final, powerful spurt from you, which she directs with a flick of her hips to spray over her shoulder and land perfectly on the sleeping face of Sapphire.

You turn to glare at Feathers, but the gobliness shakes her head with a smile and gestures back at the diminutive champion next to you. “Me know what she dreams of. Watch.”

You do so, and before long Feathers' supposition is proven correct. Sapphire twitches in her sleep, and reaches up to rub the hot semen on her face. Still seemingly asleep, or close to it, she smiles and murmurs unintelligibly before giving her spunk coated fingers a long lick.

“Uuuhhh. R-red Scale. Sir.” Sapphire is so quiet you're not convinced you heard anything, but Feathers grins at you.

“Watch more. Look.”

You return your attention to the apparently dreaming kobold as she wriggled the hand that was now wet with her saliva but clean of your cum down between her legs. You can still feel her fingers against your side even as they hide from your sight, and it's readily apparent that she's started to pleasure herself.

“She dream of you. She dream of you several times a night. Usually, me and you sleep through. Not always.”

As you stare down at the adorable kobold who seems to be sleep-jilling herself to the taste of your cum, your cock twitches, and Feathers smiles. “Good. Now round two, you no cum for long time. My turn.”

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