Tik Tik has never been inside the mouth of a larger creature before. The poor little kobold cannot even fit the whole way in. Her face is battered by the warm wet muscle, covering her in the saliva of the troll that decided to gobble her up. Her legs and tail stick out, almost comically, if not for the dire situation she finds herself in. She closes her eyes, knowing full well that what comes next is Gramble's sharp jaws chomping down onto her flesh and turning her into a bloody mess before she has a chance to really experience the outside world.
But, as she screams helplessly into the troll's throat, Tik Tik and her devourer lurch from a sudden impact. Gramble bellows a deep groan, and then slumps down. The troll's jaw slackens, and Tik Tik plops down on the dirt, a slimy, naked mess. She stares at the troll's stomach, only to realize there's a large hole where it once was. Standing behind the hole is something else entirely. Though, she does not get a good look before the troll falls forward.
Scrambling desperately, Tik Tik's claws dig into the dirt and slip in the newly bloody and muddy ground. As the shadow of the falling troll encompasses her, she's threatened into being crushed instead of being munched!
But, with alarming speed, cool, metallic arms wrap around her and pull her up against firm, warm flesh. When the troll finally collapses, Tik Tik looks up to see the face of her savior.
Never before had Tik Tik witnessed something so mysterious. The creature carrying her close to his chest is like no human she has read about. His features are toned, yet gentle. His eyes amber in color, his hair like the forest around him. Those ears stick out the most, being pointed, much like Gramble's, but in an all-the-more appealing nature.
He wears nothing over his chest, yet shining armor adorns his arms and his legs. Between the leggings, he wears a long cloth that covers his manhood. Those eyes look down to her, a smile spreading over his lips as he kneels down and lessens his grip. "There you are, little one," he speaks in his melodious voice. "That evildoer will no longer harm you."
She squeaks in surprise as her toes touch the ground. "You speak the dragon's tongue?" She says. Who..." she asks, her eyes focusing over his bare chest. "Who are you?"
He places a hand upon his heart and kneels down before her, bowing his head in reverence. "I am but a humble servant of love. You may call me Sir Tybalt: Paladin of Love. My knowledge of your tongue comes from the need for proper communication in matters of romance, and in speaking with the followers of the goddess of fertility."
"Ah, I see." Tik Tik walks past the knight and glances down to the dried river below, sighing in relief as she sees her book laying on the cracked earth below.
Tybalt's shadow falls upon her and the knight speaks up. "Ah, that is yours? Fear not, for I can carry you down there to retrieve it!" Almost immediately, he approaches the edge.
"No!" Tik Tik barks.
Tybalt stops immediately. "Is something the matter?"
She shakes her head. "You don't even know my name." She says. "Yet you saved my life and are offering to help me. Why?"
"Helping others is my duty." He says, his eyes betraying a slight sadness in his smile. "I had tried to aid Gramble in the past, but, alas, he would not give up his gluttonous ways. As for your name, that is for you to give, is it not?"
"I suppose," she says. "Let me get my things from his cave."
"Ah, very well. Allow me to accompany you!"
Gramble's cave has no real treasures. Tybalt steps in first, and it is in the darkness of the cave that Tik Tik can get a better view of his form. Even with her eyes dazzled by the sun, the creature's form could only be of one race she had read about. "Elf...?"
Tybalt's ears twitch at the statement. "I'm afraid not. I am the product of interracial love. One of my parents is an elf," he admits, "and one was a human."
"'Love' is not a word used very much in the tunnels," she admits. "It is a connection between two that gets in the way of one and their clan." She kneels down at Gramble's meager treasure pile and picks up her things. They reek of his funk, but among them, she also finds a stained piece of paper. She frowns as she looks upon it, flipping it back and forth. "What is this language?"
"Here, let me see that."
Tik Tik waits for him to take it from her, yet he does not. After an extended silence, she hands it to him.
He conjures light from his finger and glances over the piece, his lips curling down into a frown. "The script is unknown to me. Phonetic giant, if I am to believe. But it is certainly a letter from someone. He was corresponding someone for some fell purpose, no doubt."
"Doesn't really matter anymore," Tik Tik says, pinching her nostrils. "These reek!"
"There is a leaving stream down the way, if you wish to bathe there. Evening draws close, so relaxing outside should be less of a trouble for you, my friend."
She bundles up her things and nods. "Very well, Sir Tybalt. Let's get my book and get out of here.
Tybalt kneels down once more. "Very well. Hop on."
Tik Tik tilts her head. "You... will carry me?"
"You've been through enough. You need rest, but we must also travel. This is the best way.
Tentatively, she walks around him. With her bundled things under her arm, she hops up, wrapping her free arm around his neck, her legs on either side of him. So pressed against his warm body, Tik Tik can't help but feel comfort. 
Tybalt wraps his arms around Tik Tik's legs and stands up. "First stop, your book!"
	"Tik Tik," she says. "My name is Tik Tik."
	He smiles. "Very well, Lady Tik Tik. Let us make haste!
	Without complaint, the knight hoists Tik Tik up and sprints out of the cave. Once back in the dwindling sunlight, Tik Tik buries her face into the man's hair. The half-elf's scent wafts up through her nostrils. There's that musk of sweat, but beneath it, the scent is much sweeter, more pleasant. Her body shudders as she holds tightly to him. Such a delightful experience.
	In no time at all, they get down to the riverbed. "Your tome is secure. Now, then, shall we find a place to camp?"
	"Yes, thank you!" she gasps.
	"Alright. To the stream we shall go!"
	Amid the alien animals around her, Tik Tik soon hears the familiar babble of water. She pulls her gaze away from the elf's hair to see the dwindling sunlight around her. Her eyes adjust just in time for him to kneel back down. "Here we are," he says. She hops back down and immediately snatches the book from his hands. Frantically, Tik Tik examines the pages, checking for any sort of damage.
	"That's an intriguing tome you have there," Tybalt says.
	Tik Tik slams the book and huddles over it, hissing at him. "No. Don't take it!" She snaps at him.
	The half-elf stands back, hands in front of him. "I mean you no harm, fair Tik Tik," he says. "I was just unaware of your interest in the erotic arts. It is something that I, as a knight of love, practice."
	Her tail swishes a moment, and she places the book in her little traveler's bundle. "Practice? Do you know these things?" She asks.
	He chuckles, running the palm of his hand over his hair, looking down to her with a small grin. "I do not mean to brag, but it is what I've been trained to do. Healing arts require a gentle touch, you see."
	Tik Tik grumbles, but places her stuff down and dips her toe into the water. "I want to learn more about this book. I need to bring the knowledge back to my people. My queen asks this favor of me, yet I don't do it for her."
	"You are discovering yourself." the knight speaks. A few clicks and the clunk of metal indicates his own disrobing.
	Tik Tik jumps into the shallows, letting the cool and refreshing stream clean her of the stink of the troll. She does not get too far in. Underground, water is cold and filled with monsters, but here, the sun has warmed it enough to be tolerable. She sets to rubbing her scales, though the musk is far too potent to wash off with simple water.
	That's when the knight's strong, uncovered arms wrap around her. Tybalt leans over the kobold as he sits down, a chunk of what looked like fat presses to her underbelly as his palm presses slightly lower. He strokes over her, the lard square leaving behind a filmy residue. "Here," he breathes into her. "Let me help you clean..."
	Her body shudders. The rougher back scales feel the strong body behind her and she relaxes into his hold. "Can we please speak in the upper land tongue? I need to practice."
	"That's fine by me," he responds in the common tongue repeating the words in its draconic equivalent.
	"What do you call this marvelous thing?" she asks, still in Draconic, her hand moving up to grip around the block in his hand.
	"Why, it's soap," he purrs. "What do you have back home to clean yourself?"
	"Rough rough mush... room." Switching to common, she responds. "Scrapes dirt off."
	"That doesn't sound like it would work very well on a softer-skinned race," he muses, moving his free hand off of her to lift her arm. He runs the soap along it, letting her body get covered in those suds. "You didn't come very prepared for living out here, did you?"
	"Tik Tik..." she sighs, her eyes fluttering open to gaze up at the star-lit sky above. "Tik Tik was excited."
	"You'll need to learn how to judge people better," he says in his bilingual voice, both languages sound like sweet melodies as he speaks them. "I could very well have been trying to take advantage of you, much like that troll did."
She rolls over, laying upon him, her hands pressed against his chest. It's then she sees that he still wears that cloth between his legs. She stares up at him and smiles, nuzzling against his stomach. "Maybe, but Tik Tik is excited to make new friends. Even if nasty, friends still be friends. All Tik Tik wanted make Gramble feel good, but... but he want eat Tik Tik."
He stops cleaning her to pull her in close. "It's a dark and dangerous world out there, little 		Tik Tik," he reminds her. "You must be careful, especially when it comes to strangers."
	"Danger is fun," she says, a smile creeping up along her snout. Her fingers trail down along the Knight's body, over his chiseled abs, and down to his waist.
	He snatches her hand and leans in closer, narrowing his eyes. "My weapon is for the smiting of evil." He says. "If I were to use it on you, you would surely feel pain for every sin against love you have committed."
    She yelps, wide eyed, and shuddering under his strong grasp.
    His stern frown melts into a smile. "Of course, if you haven't sinned against love, then it'll be unlike anything you've felt before. So, Tik Tik, is danger still fun?"
    She chitters, her tail running up along his leg. "Danger very fun! Get dangerous with Tik Tik!”
When Tik Tik first left her home, her intentions were merely to find wonders that the world of magic and physical embrace had to offer for her people. It was by the queen's blessing and her desire to help the rest of the tribe that Tik Tik was even able to leave, and since then, she has found herself not only at death's door, but also at the very pinnacle of what life has to offer.
Her savior, the dashing half-elf paladin Tybalt, is a gentler partner than anyone she has ever coupled with. In fact, perhaps he is the only one she would consider a lover. The thought sends a pang through her soul as she thinks back on her old dig boss, Prakibak. The crimson kobold had dived into the waters of sensuality with her in a society that values pragmatism in breeding. For that, she is certainly thankful. However, his well-intentioned, yet clumsy, attempts cannot compare to the delight that courses through her body at the touch of this tall, majestic creature.
They spend their first tender moments at the river, her scales slippery and shining from the soap he rubs over her. Each stroke of the bar upon her scales sends shivers scouring through her very soul, launching her to a state that savors even the simplest of touches. And his touches do start simple, indeed. Though she demanded he give her the full brunt of his power, the paladin has decided instead to show her all of his technique first. His strong arms pull her up against him, straddling his chest as he sits in the shallows, yet the touch to her tail strikes her as the scantest of his power. Her toes curl as each scale is outlined by his digit, the knight savoring her unique designs, studying her like she is the most intricate blueprint for the most diabolical trap ever devised.
Those loving hands trace up along her spine, feeling the ridges that form into her frill. His palm brushes up along one horn and his strong grip pulls her in closer. What happened next made the poor dear twitch and gasp, as his pillowy lips connect to the tip of her snout, spreading just slightly and letting his tongue push in. She has read about this procedure, but never thought she would partake. Surely it is dangerous for him. She sighs through her nostrils, her eyes fluttering shut as she opens her mouth to invite him in, her long tongue dancing with his.
Sitting upon his strong chest, the kobold girl continues her fist kiss, her tail swishing over his body. He grunts  as the rough scales scratch at him, and she pulls back, quacking in embarrassment.
But he brings his hand to her cheek and drinks deep of her eyes before going in, those lips at the sensitive scales at her neck.
Tik Tik gasps, never having felt someone so aggressive, yet so tender. Could what she feels through her body be the magic of the paladin's love gods? Or is it just his natural charisma that drives her to such heights. She slides off of him, his chest glistening, not from water, but from her natural desire. He sits up, rolling over on his side, and placing his hand upon her back, pulling her in up against himself.
Tik Tik responds by rolling her tongue out, licking over the nectar from her sex off of his body. She shudders at the taste. Mixed with his natural musk, it is nothing she has ever tasted before, and she licks over him again and again, her tongue tracing his pectoral muscles, finding those nipples that bump up from her touch.
The groan that comes from his throat is a holy hymn, a praise for the gods of love in all of their forms. Had she found his weak-point, perhaps? It's possible. But he is not done seeking out hers.
He lifts her up, his hands holding onto her sides just under her arms, then lowering down, past her back, past her thighs, under her butt, supporting her as he stands tall in the wilderness. Tik Tik squeaks, wrapping her body around him, pressing her cheek against his form. "W... what are you doing?" she asks him, claws threatening to dig into skin.
"If you want me to stop, I will..." he whispers.
She shakes her head. "No... continue," she says. "I want to see..."
"That might be a problem."
"A wha-?" Her question becomes a shriek as he spins her tiny body around, holding onto her just as tightly, but now her chin rests upon his stomach, just above his loincloth. Her legs wrap around under his arms, her body spread before him. Her heart races, and his as well, the two entering into an exciting new phase of their dance. It only gets hotter when she feels the warmth of his tongue press against her slit. Stars explode through her as the thick meaty muscle tickles at her entrance and then breaks through, finding the tunnels within. Tik Tik sighs, her own hands moving down over his thighs as his touches heal her of her physical traumas. Such power to be contained in such a loving touch--surely he is someone special.
She grips at his loincloth. The ornate heraldry that of a heart, the symbol of love in many cultures. To others, this shape is a symbol of fertility, the receptacle of the male's potent seed She wonders just which the shape represents. She tears the cloth away, only to gasp at the sight before her.
The paladin's length lays flaccid, yet she was sure she felt it stiffen when they began her play. Her confused squawk is returned by the soft coo of her lover. "I must fight the urge to use my weapon on you," he says. "I'm sorry. I know you said you wanted it, Tik Tik, but I don't want to hurt you."
Tik Tik shushes the knight and rests his sac in the palm of her hands. There is weight to him, and despite the paladin being much taller than her, she can hold his manhood with both hands cupped over them in the heart shape. She gently wiggles her fingers over the folds of skin between his legs. From her actions, a slight twitch of life comes from between his manhood.
"Tik Tik, please," the paladin's breath turns ragged. "It isn't right to tempt me so."
"Tik Tik want to know," she says, rolling her tongue out now to pleasure him like she had with Prakibak.
Though she has pleased two other males orally already, the sensation of the paladin's cock is a whole different beast entirely. The tingle that lingers on her when she touches the it is a shock to her entire body that lingers even after her tongue flicks over the tip. Such a strange tip, it is, too. She takes her finger and rolls it around the exposed head, its hole puckering in anticipated delights. "Shaped similar to Gramble, but less skin."
"Ah... ah, that's because it was sanctified a-as part of my holy order." He responds, falling to his knees.
To topple this majestic creature with just a few scant touches--that is worth the tingling numbness that remains on her finger after playing with the length. Ritualistic mutilation for the purposes of consecration? Is that something that increases the pleasure of such actions? How far would she have to go to achieve further understanding, to sate her curiosity in the erotic arcana?
"Cut snip?" she asks, pantomiming a knife along the edge of his length. More nuanced words are alien to her in the trade tongue of the upworlders.
"It's... it's more complicated than that," he admits. "But, it is the gist."
"Feel good still?"
"I don't use it for my own pleasure, but to spread love to others," he admits.
"Not today," Tik Tik says, wrapping her fingers around the length, rubbing the saliva-stained meat. She notices every vein pulsing with blood as they supply the shaft with support. Such a remarkable instrument--a true work of art, and his is exceptional. She stares, transfixed as the pre emerges, mingling with her fingers and her scales. His groan showing that he so desperately wanted this.
"I... please, Tik Tik," he gasps. "You're too kind, but... but this is your last warning. You need to stop before I ... before I unsheathe it!"
She responds to his plea with an increased speed. This beautiful man--this wonderful body, this passionate lover. Consequences be damned, it is time to see the full scale of what he can accomplish.
A final groan and his arms lose their focus, dropping the poor kobold down into the shallows with a splash. Tik Tik splutters, pushing herself up with a large gasp, only to feel the tight grasp of his hold upon her tail. When she glances at her lover, she sees a man burning with purpose, his eyes unclouded by anything other than the gaze upon her.
"I've warned you multiple times, my friend," Tybalt says.
Tik Tik gulps, but gives him a toothy grin.
"You have felt the cleansing power of my holy sword upon your hand, no doubt?"
She nods slowly, squeezing at some of the water pebbles. The prickle of numbing still upon her scales.
"You are overwhelmed by your lust. Shall I cure you of it?"
She pushes her hips out, lowering her head and squeezing her eyes shut, her face just above the water. "Yesss..." she hisses. No turning back now.
The holy sword of the paladin of love strikes through her body, finding its mark with the grace of a master fencer. Yet, as it enters her walls, they automatically quiver and envelope it, as if desperately trying to keep the treasure for themselves. Immediately, Tik Tik leaves herself, surrendering to the elven weight that looms over her back. Her body is his to command with his strong hand lifting one leg to grant him wider access within. Her body fights the sheer size of the weapon, yet yields after a pathetic half-attempt. No... she wants it all and her body allows him to give it to her. His grunts intermingle with blessings in languages she has not yet heard of, shifting from one to the other after a few times he penetrates her.
Before long, his tongue settles on the dragon's and his prayers are heard. Calling upon the gods and goddesses of love, Tybalt asks that Tik Tik's quest be one of safety and of peace. That her future lovers will hold her with the right amount of tenderness that would serve her needs. He also prays that she would use her knowledge for the good of others. The melodious elven tongue and the imperious draconinc one both lull her into a rhythm underneath of him. Though her throat hurts from how loud her cries carry, she does not notice it in the wilderness.
His arms hold onto her body, pulling her up once again against his own before his final rush within her. White hot love anoints her womb, enrapturing her whole form as the gushing waves of his ejaculation fill her up. On the purely physical level, it is no different than any other orgasm, but in her very soul, she is consumed in a moment by the cleansing light, and then she is cloaked in darkness.
The call of the nightingale jostles Tik Tik awake. She shifts underneath the covers and sits up, seeing a square shaped room constructed of wood all around her. Music wafts in from the floorboards, and the fragrance of roasted meat graces her nostrils. Despite the welcoming tidings around her, she cannot help but notice that she is, once again, alone. 
The Knights of love come from all walks and travel throughout all of the lands. Yet, their order is so small that to run into one is a rare, if fortuitous, event. To see two in the same town is a cause of celebration, but to find three is unprecedented--worrisome. When Gavit and Patrol stroll into town, the people murmur and keep themselves away. The two kobolds give friendly greetings to the townspeople but allow the villagers to keep to themselves to not cause too much untoward trouble. They head to the local tavern, hand-in-hand, and with heads held high, not showing how the stares pierce through their confidence. Inside, they immediately see what has been causing the stir among the villagers. Sitting at a table is a half-elf unmistakably of their own holy order. The armored arms and legs and beautiful exposed skin could signal no other type of knight. He sits at a table, looking over some maps while talking to a rather imposing gnoll. The giant creature waves to him, heading over towards the bar, giving the kobolds the perfect opportunity to slide up to the table and speak. "Greetings, lover," Patrol says. "It is a beautiful day to spread our love, yes?" 
The half-elf leaves his notes and smiles. "Ah, well met, lovers. I am Tybalt, servant of High Priestess Tymara. How wonderful it is to meet my fellows here out on this Holy Quest of mine."
"You are on a quest?" Gavit asks. "So are we!"
"Alas, that means we cannot aid each other, unless our paths cross," Patrol adds. "I am Patrol, and this is my beloved, Gavit. We are currently heading north towards the bandit roads. There are ones there kidnapping and deflowering maidens that need to be stopped."
"That is a heinous crime, indeed," Tybalt says. "It would be good to show them the error of their ways."
"Perhaps," Gavit says, a slight hiss in his voice. "But depending on the number involved, it may be impossible to change their hearts." He clenches his fists, gritting his teeth.
Tybalt nods. "Taking the necessary steps against evil is part of our way. It is an unfortunate part, though. I, regrettably, had to turn down that hunter over there to help rescue maidens from an insidious fey because I have a much more urgent mission to attend to."
"And so, you leave them to their fate," Gavit says, sighing.
"We are mortals, beloved," Patrol says, placing a hand upon his shoulder. "There is only so much we can accomplish."
"And they are not without their saviors," Tybalt adds. "The baroness of the land has placed a bounty on the nymph."
"No doubt the reward comes to those who bring her in, no matter if she is dead," Gavit laments.
"Perhaps," Tybalt says with a frown, "but I cannot waver from my current mission, as it could prove to be most important."
Patrol, hugging Gavit, furrows his brow. "I've heard rumors buzzing around here. Does your quest take you Eastward?"
Tybalt's reply comes soft and sullen. "Indeed."
Gavit's ears perk up upon hearing that. "The High Priestess hears of the rumors of monster attacks and disappearances, and only sends one of her knights? Surely, Lover, we can help him?"
"The High Priestess sends her Favored Knight," Patrol corrects his beloved."It is not possible for us to interfere, for we made a vow to our own quest. We cannot abandon those which we chose to save."
Gavit growls. "It's not fair! I wish there was something I could do! Patrol, I-"
He silences when Patrol presses his mouth against Gavit's. Gavit tenses up for only a moment before melting into his lover's embrace. When they pull away, Patrol speaks up once more. "There is something we can do. That is, of course, if Tybalt is interested in hearing us out?"
Tybalt keeps his warm demeanor, pushing himself up from his seat. "Oh, there's no need to explain. I was about to offer you the same thing. Patrol... Gavit... I would love it if you were to join me today in a ritual of blessing."
Gavit's eyes go over the body of the half-elf, a soft growl rising up in his throat, though his eyes smolder at the concept. "Ah, yes... that could do us all well enough."
"Shall we go to your lodgings for the ceremony?" Patrol asks.
"Unfortunately, I do not have a room here. I rented one out, but a traveler is using it to rest at the moment. I would not wish to disturb her. But come, there is a sacred spot not too far outside of town. You can tell me more about yourself and your adventures while we make the pilgrimage."
"How wonderful," Patrol says, hopping off of the seat. He holds a hand up, and Tybalt clasps onto it, giving it a squeeze. The half-elf holds his other hand out towards Gavit, who grabs it with no hesitation. There, Tybalt looks to the two of them, nodding. "Well, then, I wasn't expecting to meet so many kobolds on this journey. This is quite the omen indeed."
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Fellowship in Order of Love is often seen as strange and taboo to those outside of its cloistered order. There are those outside who see the knights as nothing more than prostitutes with a higher view upon themselves. Others find their acts strange and perverse as well. To have three walking out of the inn and out of town incites rumor, disdain, curiosity, and jealousy.
The trip to the sacred place was not as long as Tybalt had made it out to be, and so the discussions of past travels among the knights are short and straightforward. Tybalt finishes up a tale for the two kobolds as they breach past the dense foliage to find the glittering spring beyond. "And so, that dragon is now a full member of the Order of Love. He has a good heart, but there is a darkness within him that pains me to still see."
"A dragon? A real dragon?" Gavit says this, his hands upon his hips. "Yet, he has succumbed to the tortures inflicted upon him? I thought dragons were of a superior breed, unharmed by the mere afflictions that so-called lesser races?" He snorts. "Seems that distinction isn't quite so black-and-white.
"I would say us kobolds are stronger than anyone gives us credit for," Gavit huffs.
"Perhaps," Patrol says, stepping into the water, placing fingers into the cold, clear spring. "Ah, this place has magical properties, indeed. This must be one of the many fabled springs of the Wildlands, flowing with magic and brimming with power."
"Yes. There are many such fonts in the forests and wildernesses of the area. I hear tell that great magic has always been found in this place, both holy and not," Tybalt says, sitting down upon a stump. He places his hands upon his knees.
"Well, then," Gavit says, his eyes lingering on the seated half-elf, focusing at the tabard covering his legs. "Shall we receive your sword and gather our blessings?"
"If that is how you wish to go about the ritual," Tybalt says, closing his eyes. "Then, I will happily allow it for you."
"But perhaps I should take him first," Patrol says, standing up and playing with the string of his holy cloth. "After all, I am more experienced in such things. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, beloved."
Gavit nods. "Very well, but I'm not going to sit back by myself."
"I'd hate it if you didn't join in," Patrol says, letting the sash fall to the wayside, approaching the humanoid, who already tents with the arrival of the smaller being.
Patrol pulls the tabard aside, sighing at the sight of the impressive sword that springs up between Tybalt's legs. "Now, I can certainly see why you are favored by the High Priestess."
"Not the fact that he's related to her?" Gavit huffs.
"Hold companion," Tybalt says, holding his hands out, pressing against the kobold's chest. "To prepare yourself, shall we anoint the sword first?"
"Indeed," Patrol says. "Gavit. Perhaps, you could join me as well in this matter?" Patrol sits on his knees in front of the exposed paladin and places hands upon the half-elf's thigh. The kobold leans in the breath from his nostrils, causing the rod to twitch. He rolls his tongue out, licking along the length, from base to tip.
Gavit nods, undoing his own tabard and joining his companion on the other side of the paladin. Together, the two kobolds lick over the shaft, sliding tongues over it with slow and determined motions. They let no spot be untouched by their saliva.
Little groans rise up between the two as Tybalt's breath becomes broken but deliberate. He places his hands upon their heads, holding them close so that while they are blessing each other, he could still have a little fun.
The sounds of nature join in on their combined breaths and gasps, but it isn't very long before the sword glistens in the sun's rays pouring in from the trees.
"Ah, you maintain your sword well," Patrol says, pushing himself up. "I'm impressed, yet a little jealous."
"It is here to share when needed," Tybalt says, "but it can be a burden."
"Yes, I bet so many people want to taste this, but can't. You'd destroy them with your divine energy," Gavit says, rubbing his jaw as he stands up. "Alright. Patrol, are you ready?"
"Indeed, beloved," Patrol says, stepping up to Tybalt.
The Half-elf grabs the kobold by the waist and lifts him up, spinning him around to face away. Patrol spreads his legs, his own sword exposed for Gavit to see. Tybalt's strength is quite impressive as he lowers Patrol down, letting the elf's sword rub between the legs and then poke up, the two swords touching.
Patrol rocks his hips forward, letting the glistening spit rub off just a bit onto his sword, a sign of their solidarity.
It is through this intercrural frottage that Patrol speaks up. "Tybalt, Knight of Love, may this sword guide you true. May it not steer you away from the path of light. Let all those who taste its power find redemption, not destruction, through your love."
Gavit sighs, his own cock twitching at the sight of Patrol giving this human such treatment. "If only it were so easy to tend to the world in such a way and make it better," he says, half-breathing, half-sighing.
Tybalt lifts Patrol up just a bit, and Patrol shifts in positioning himself correctly. "Now, let us see the power of your sword," the older kobold says, tilting his head back and sighing once he feels the head push against his tight kobold hole. "Aah... yes, you are the sword of the Knights of love..." he says, mouth agape, eyes rolling back.
Tybalt lowers Patrol down, the kobold's hole taking in the cock more and more. It swallows the length with a remarkable skill for one so small.
Gavit can't help but be impressed. He can't help but feel the pre oozing up from his own sword and the anxiety of wanting to join in without being called by his lover first...
The Knights of Love bring ritual and tradition in the act of coupling. While there is magic involved, the holy rites are often seen as strange and archaic to those who just want a piece of the often beautiful practitioners of the sacred order. After all, the best way to get a stranger to love you is to look beautiful yourself. However, that does have the unfortunate side effect of making any ritualistic practice look so tempting, so beautiful. And that is what Gavit witnesses now. For all of Patrol's high-and-mighty teachings of love and honor and all that, he is still impaling himself with the mighty member of the larger half-elf. The kobold's cock rises up to a full display, bright red and ready, while his eyes unfocus, and his mouth remains agape in lust. Yes, they may be lovers, and yes, they may be Knights, but they are still mortal, and they still feel these needs, these desires, and Gavit needs something right now. Gavit approaches the two and climbs atop of Tybalt without asking for permission. Patrol's unfocused gaze snaps immediately towards his partner and beloved, about to say something before Gavit presses his nose up against Patrol's.
Hot breath exchanges between the two, boosted by the heavy sighs coming out of the kobold riding the elf. Gavit's own member desires and is ready, and it clashes with Patrol's sword in a delicate and playful dance. Soon, the kissing of their noses turns into a caress of crown against crown. Gavit holds onto the other kobold, pushing himself up, readying for Patrol to take him.
But Patrol shifts, even on Tybalt, and wraps his arms around Gavit, keeping the needy kobold from fulfilling his desires.
"W... what are you doing...?" Gavit huffs.
"Control..." Patrol says. "You need to have it, beloved. The time will come for your own blessing, but we are blessing Tybalt."
"I'm only trying to help..." Gavit responds though Patrol can see through his lie. Patrol smiles and tilts his head, letting his tongue play along Gavit's neck.
Gavit growls, tilting his head back, looking up towards the half-elf. Tybalt's face is a mask of determined movement. Even in such an erotic state, the humanoid keeps himself in a state of professionalism. And why is that? Is he not enjoying himself? He should consider himself lucky to be able to fuck Patrol like this, since the elf's holy sword is often sheathed by duty. It can't be because Tybalt does not enjoy the pleasures of men. No, Gavit has heard about the High Priestess's favored Knight and how he can please and be pleased by many, regardless of gender. There has to be one other option, and a growl rises up from the kobold's throat when he considers it.
His mind snaps back to the present when Patrol nips his neck. The growl becomes one of love instead of one of jealousy, instead of one of hate.
"Don't... worry about me..." Tybalt says, huffing as he fills the kobold, stretching out Patrol's hole. "You... two can... express your... your love"
"Well, you heard him..." Patrol says, his eyes fluttering.
"I did..." Gavit admits, sliding up, straddling Patrol, letting his cock trace along the beautiful muscles of his mentor and lover. He allows his entrance to come in contact with the length that quivers and oozes in anticipation.
It is bliss. It is home. Gavit loses all his worries and all of his concerns as he rides his beloved. He chrrs and clicks and nuzzles upon Patrol, rolling his hips, and even gasping as the thrusts forward from Tybalt translate to Patrol's own movements. The momentum, the force, the love, all of it is quite amazing for the kobold. And it's only a matter of time before his breaths, his high-pitched squeals, translate into a release that sends hot gooey cum onto the stomach of his lover.
Both kobolds breathe out with shaky breaths, but Patrol is not done when his eyes widen, and his mouth opens, shaking as he feels the release of Tybalt deep inside of him.
Tybalt groans out, letting the two both know the enjoyment he feels, but Gavit knows it is as much a reflex as a real sign of pleasure, so he doesn't give it much heed. Instead, he nuzzles against Patrol, holding him close, not wanting to let him go.
That is when the half-elf's arms wrap around him, pressing against his back, pulling him into a hold. And the three of them sit there, embracing, enjoying the warmth of skin and scale. For a moment, then, Gavit's concerns melt away. For a moment, he remembers how the cares of others outweigh his own.
But all of those moments have to end sometime, and soon, they are all cleaned up and dressed once more.
"Good luck to you, Brother Tybalt. That blessing we placed upon your sword today should be enough to help you vanquish whatever monster you may find hidden in the Wildlands' darkness."
"And good luck to you both," Tybalt says. "I am happy that the two of you have each other on this perilous road. Be sure to spread love and to remember all that is important." The elf's fiery red eyes latch onto Gavit, and the kobold averts his eyes from him. Of course, the half-elf would warn the kobolds. How weak these little ones are. How they are incapable of many things that he is. That they would need to go together just because of the necessary protection. He shakes his head and says. "We should get going, lover. Our quest awaits."
"You are right," Patrol says, sliding hand-in-hand with Gavit. "Let us go. To spread love and happiness to all, yes?"
Gavit squeezes Patrol's hand. "Yes, that would be lovely," the worried kobold admits.
The two groups head off in their own separate ways, the kobolds to their quest, and Tybalt to a nearby farm on the next step of his own journey.

The old farmhouse stands silent. Not a sound of animals, nor the singing of milkmaids or the patter of little feet give the cold, foggy morning offer any semblance of natural life. Tybalt approaches the building, his pack over his shoulder with a grim determination upon his face. He had told his traveling companion from the church about the situation--of mutated creatures, monsters of unknown kind spreading throughout the forest, corrupting all life as their influence metastasized through the land. The cool air sends chills up his bare chest, but he is undeterred in his resolve and makes his way to the farmhouse itself. Once he makes his way up to the porch, his boots clank across the floorboards and he pauses, his gauntlet upon the door. The fog casts strange shadows in the morning light. Did he actually see strange beasts flitting about in the corner of his eye, or is that more of the isolated atmosphere shivering in the back of his mind? He ignores those phantoms for now and pushes forward in search of survivors.  The door slams shut behind him with the same echoing emptiness as the field. The half-elf drops his traveler's pack and calls out. "I'm a knight of love. If you are here, let me help you..."
Still silence.
His boots clop heavily on the floor as he goes deeper into the room, the old mildewy smell becomes much more pronounced, Curling his lips in disgust, he presses forward, opening the door leading to the odor
Inside is an old bedroom, with the covers undone from the simple bed and everything knocked out of place, but sitting on the mattress, looming over another form, is a rail-thin, androgynous form with long hair on its head, but none over its body.
"You're no farmhand," Tybalt says, closing the door behind him. "Get off of that poor soul."
The figure remains hunched over on its conquest, its hands running over the man's body, hums rising from its throat. Tybalt takes a step to the side closer to it, and it snaps its gaze toward him. The creature, despite the rest of its build, sports a thick face with a full beard and a large, bulbous nose. When it smiles, sharp teeth poke between its lips.
Tybalt stands firm at the sight of the creature as it lifts itself up off of the still form with a loud and sickening "schlorp." Its bare feet hit the ground, and it stands staring at Tybalt with that dead grin. But as it looks to him, its face shifts before his very eyes, eventually taking the form of a scared young woman. It runs up to him, hands on his shoulders. He grabs onto its wrists and stares down at it. "Face Stealer. No doubt you have taken the identities of this entire family?
The creature stares up at him, the woman's eyes melting away until a deep crimson replaces them. When it opens its mouth to complain, a smaller face responds to him, a cat that hisses with disdain.
He shoves the creature back, and it stumbles against the bedpost, licking its lips and cackling in its monstrous voice, before speaking up in the smooth voice more befitting a milkmaid. "They're everywhere. They're going to take us. They turned the cows into them. There's nowhere left to hide!"
Tybalt clenches his fists, taking a step closer to the creature. "You took advantage of this family's fear?" His voice rises as he steps closer and closer to the creature.
Its face shifts around to an older woman. "Please. I'll do anything to save my family from those things. Just... Just name your offer!"
Tybalt looks over to the bed, where the prone man's form still lays. The body holds only a fleshy canvas where his face would be. "You manipulated them into having sex with you? For the price of safety? But you took their faces, their very souls, forbidding them rest to be part of your sick collection?"
The creature stands fully up, its face shifting once more, no eyes or nose show any expressions, and its mouth is nothing more than a slit. "Something the matter, pretty boy?" it asks in a light-toned, yet gravelly voice. "They get to live forever now, plus they got to go with a good bang. There are so many inside me now," it says, running its fingers over its face. "I want you inside me, too...! For the glory of my Queen!"
Tybalt inhales deeply through his nose, unclenching his fists as he speaks up. "By my honor as a knight of love, I shall vanquish you for perverting it for your own vile purposes. You and your so-called queen will pay for your crimes, by the might of my holy sword!"
With that, he deftly pulls at the strings of his loincloth, the ornate patterns flutter as it falls to the ground, exposing to the air and to his foe his manhood, semi erected at the prospect of justice.
The face-stealer licks its lips. "You wanna fuck? Ha! Once you cum, you're gonna be another face, a beautiful face, for me to wear!"
"Once I smite you," he says. "You will tell me all about your queen and where I will find her, and you will cease your terrible misdeeds.
The creature licks its bony fingers one by one and shrugs. "Fine by me. If you're such a freak you wanna fuck in the same room as an old man, then go ahead."
Tybalt rushes the creature, grasping onto its shoulder and pushing it up against the wall. The face-stealer's own length begins to twitch under the forcefulness as his face shifts, letting out a soft whine of a maiden.
"No," Tybalt says, squeezing the creature's cheeks, his eyes burning with a fiery passion. "Back to your own face. If you want mine, I want to look upon yours."
The victim's visage disappears, leaving only the frowning monster underneath. "You... what?"
Tybalt runs his hands up along the creature's thighs, pulling its legs up around his body as he scoots closer, his manhood and the creature's colliding It gasps, a shuddering voice coming out of its mouth before it smirks and wraps its long-spindly hands over Tybalt's neck. It rocks its hips, with it and the paladin's swords clashing before it pushes forward, lipless mouth locking with the full lips of the knight. Tybalt grabs the face-stealer's hair. Throughout the whole ordeal, he thinks not of the sensuality of the situation, but of the grim words of the creature. Of this dark queen, and all that her existence implies He breaks from the kiss, and the long black tongue of the face-stealer wriggles out, needfully groaning for him. Tybalt spins him around, the monster's chest pressing against the wall, hands scratching at the wood as it pants, sticking its ass out. Tybalt grips those cheeks, spreading them apart, his length running down along the crack before finding its hole. "Here it comes," Tybalt says. "I shall burn all the evil out of you with my mighty smiting blade."  "Go ahead and try, fuckboy..." the face-stealer taunts. "I'll love to put that face of yours in my collection." He licks around his mouth. "It  will be so fun, jacking off in front of a mirror with that voice groaning and-" he stops, hissing as Tybalt's head penetrates his hole. Tilting his head back, the face-stealer groans out, panting as the paladin pushes himself inside.
"H... aaahh... it's... so-so warm!" he gasps.
Tybalt's hand presses against the creature's chest as he brings the creature's back against his own. "That is the healing power, cleansing the taint in your heart. If there is no good inside you, then you will surely be smitten by me."
The face-stealer shoves his hips back, taking the paladin in deeper. "Haaa...aah... If I don't fuckin' die, I'll be smitten with that cock, either way! Too bad it'll be useless without your face!"
Tybalt shoves the creature forward as his other hand reaches around, wrapping fingers around its length. The way his gauntlets are built, warm fabric and soft skin meet the phallus with a smooth stroke.
"I would rather you didn't" Tybalt says, slowly pulling out and pushing inside, his palm providing the same rhythm for the monster's shaft.
The face-stealer's hair falls over its blank face. "T... the fuck? You getting all emotional? What are you, gay?"
Tybalt lets go of the cock but reaches under his thighs and lifts him up. Stepping aside, the paladin finds the bony creature easy to carry over towards the farmer's full-length mirror. "You can see, can't you?" Tybalt asks.
The face-stealer's legs are spread apart, his cock bouncing with each bounce upon the paladin's proud pole, his mouth open in pants of lusty exhaustion. The face-stealer reaches behind Tybalt, gripping onto his hair as he sees the seen before him, his tongue out, drooling. "F... fuck..."
"You are a creature of this world. No matter how corrupted you may be on the outside. It is what is inside you that matters!"
The creature squeezes the knight's skull, shaking his head. "N... nuhgghh..!
"You have a chance to undo what you've done to these people! Give up their faces and let the healing wash over you! Please..." His last word comes as a sigh, one with a defeated attitude, despite the fact he, too, can clearly see the pre oozing on the tip of the face-stealer's cock, clearly showing that he would soon erupt with the paladin having no sign of slowing down.
"I... I can't!" he groans, moving his hands back to his own hair now.
"But do you want to? For me?" Tybalt asks, stepping forward, the face-stealer's cheek pressing against the mirror. "For the people you took?"
The creature's mouth hangs open, with each thrust, his face shifts. The farmer, his wife, their daughter, and many others. He pounds his fist against the glass, screaming out into the night as he releases, spurting out all over the reflection as the warmth of the paladin's consecrated cum coats his colon.
Tybalt stands back, releasing from him, oozing from the tip as he stands tall, looking down at his conquest.
The face-stealer groans, laying on his stomach, his legs spread, a groan rising from his throat.
"I.... I'm sorry..." he croaks.
Immediately, Tybalt scoops him up, wrapping his arms around the creature and kissing him once more, this time upon the cheek. "I'm happy for you. You have seen the error of your ways. Now please... prepare for the healing."
The face-stealer tenses up, his head bent back and his mouth wide open as swirls of light shoot out from within his throat, flying off in all directions. His screams are terrible, but Tybalt holds him close during the whole distressing ordeal.
Eventually, the light fades, and the face-stealer collapses into Tybalt's arms, sweating, panting, and totally spent.
"Now... let us stop this evil once and for all," the Paladin says. "And tell me about this queen you spoke about.
A groan from behind them make them look over their shoulders, only to see the farmer stumbling out of his bed. His eyes widen and he covers himself up, shouting. "What the hell are yew two doin' in my room!?"
Tybalt chuckles, standing and pulling the face-stealer up with him. "We were just leaving for a greater purpose, sir."
Estrasa, sits upon her throne in an open robe, one leg crossed over the other. Upon the floor sits Tybalt, Paladin of Love, bruised and beaten, his hands held back by tiny imps, and his head forced into a bow by the palm of an ogre. They stripped him of his armor, but left the sacred cloth covering his holy sword.
"So, yet another adventurer comes to my lair, seeking to destroy me," Estrasa says. "It's starting to become something more of a nuisance than an exciting diversion. Luckily, I think I may have a use for a cute little man like you." She stands up, letting her robes fall to the ground. As she approaches, her skin becomes a dark midnight, and her eyes a crimson red. She raises her hand and her servants force the paladin up to his feet, his eyes still burning with his conviction.
The sorceress brings her fingers under his chin, a malicious, seductive smile spreading across her lips as her other hand travels downward, nail sharpening as it crosses down under his navel, following his pelvic bone down to the cloth with a trail of red, scratched skin. "I could get rid of your bite... oh yes, you would make for a lovely lady, wouldn't you?" She says this, one hand over his chest, thumb scratching his nipple.
He breathes in through gritted teeth, but says nothing.
"But changing your body would be the easy part, wouldn't it?" No... before I can really make use of you, I need to alter something else..." She leans inward, her fingers slipping underneath his cloth as she presses her ear up against his chest.
Shuddering, the sorceress says. "Oh
yes... that is the heartbeat of a strong warrior... I can feel how that blood flows hot through your body..." she wraps fingers against his holy sword. "You're a wonder of physical perfection already... why would I want to alter your body when it is already so exquisite?" She giggles and presses her lips to his chest, looking up. "It's simple... it's because I can.
"I'll never serve you," Tybalt says. "I would rather die."
Estrasa licks her lips and stands up again, her free hand going around his head and grabbing a clump of his hair. She presses her body against his and stares deeply into his eyes. "I have ways of making you useful without serving me first," she says, pressing her tongue against his cheek, and licking down to his lips before forcing her way inside of him.
As she invades Tybalt's mouth, his mind flashes to various sights. To the vague memory of his mother's smile to his upbringing in the church. From his training in the arts of love by the clergy and his anointing in the order of the Knights of Love. From the sick that he healed with his touch to the monsters that he destroyed with his sword. From the monsters he redeemed to the little pink Kobold, and her peculiar magical book.
Estrasa breaks the kiss and stumbles back, dabbing her mouth clean with her fingers. Her eyes widen and her lip trembles as she considers everything she had witnessed. "T... that's her," she says in quick, excited breaths. She turns around and chuckles with a deep, dark humor. "That's the kobold. I've finally found her, eheheh...."
"Mi... Mistress?" the ogre asks, looking puzzled toward her. "Are you alright?"
Frowning, Estrasa snaps her fingers, and the ogre barely has a moment to scream before his body contorts and shrinks down into a tiny pink wriggling earthworm.
The two imps let go of the paladin and fight over the worm, their eyes ravenous with hunger.
With Tybalt now freed, the knight lunges at the sorceress and grapples her. "You've seen my life and my training. You know what I'm capable of and that I will kill you if it meant saving others from your abuse of love!"
The dark mistress of the tower rolls her eyes back as his arm chokes around her neck, but she doesn't cry out or struggle. Instead, she whispers. "Fine..." she says. "Do it... smite me with that blade of yours!"
He furrows his brow and closes his eyes. "Y... you willingly give yourself away"
"Fuck me. And finish me! I can't imagine a more erotic end!"
Tybalt blows out a deep sigh and pulls his loincloth to the side. His hearty member goes up between her legs, expertely pushing upwards towards her sex, but as he attempts to penetrate, he finds his entry blocked. 
"By the gods..." he whispers.
Suddenly, the spellcaster's body shifts around, until she faces him, wrapping one leg around him and pulling him in by his head. "No one gets to take that from me, not until I decide. You have no power here, little half-breed." Her stinging words are followed by another kiss, the poisoned touch of the temptress, and her teeth bite down upon his lower lip as she pulls away, leading him back a moment before she lets go, letting the flesh return, uninjured, but warm from the bruising. Her eyes narrow, her grip in his hair tightening as she goes to his ear, whispering into him her dark promise. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll wonder how you could ever live without me..."
She pulls away from him, stepping over to the two gobbling imps. She pokes one in the back of her head with her toe, and it writhes on the ground a moment, its mouth opening far too wide as a serpentine creature bursts free from its skull, leaving behind devil meat to stain the floor. "Take my new pet project to the dungeon," she says, and then squats down before the other imp. "As for you..." she coos, petting it on the head. "I have a special mission... I know what the kobold looks like. I know exactly where she's been. Go, find me the one who calls herself Tik Tik and bring her here to me..." With that, she kisses her servant upon the forehead, letting her transformative magic flow through it as well, turning it into the perfect form to hunt down the kobold.