VENTI - Towergirls: The Quail & The Kobold

Here's a new Venti as the month continues on, featuring the Quail Prince once more as he travels through the kingdoms. This time, a chance meeting with the Kobold Councillor...

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The Quail Prince continued his travels. His kingdom was far from many of the lands he traveled to, which made his diplomatic missions that much more vital. There was no telling when good terms in a foreign kingdom would prove useful.

It was what led him to the Canopy Cave Kingdom. He entered the strange forest, only to find it feeling like he was walking among a vast maze of stalagmites. He rapped a feathered fist against one of them, finding the rainforest to be filled with stone-like trees that towered high into the sky. It was only by well-made maps that he found his way through the rocky jungle and reached a reptilian guard, barely bigger than he was. Green scales, a tail and horns confirmed that he was a kobold.

“Pardon me, sir!” he called as he trotted over, keeping at a safe distance from the armed guard. “I, the Quail Prince, come from afar. I had arranged passage to your lands and wish to find the Canopy Cave Kingdom.”

The avian nobleman produced a paper from his garment. The guard squinted from under his thick stone helmet, finally stepping away from his post beside a tree to study the paper.

“It looks legit,” he complied. “Right this way.”

The guard went back to the plain tree and shoved on a spot of the bark. It made a grinding noise as it opened like a doorway, letting the princes duck his way inside. It was a hollowed-out tunnel leading upward through the thick tree, with several thick ropes and chains running up its length. The guard knocked his spear on the inner wall, echoing it through the chamber. A moment later, whoever was posted atop the tunnel started to work the chains, dragging the entire platform that the prince was on upward.

The prince soon found himself atop the rainforest’s canopy, casually escorted by another pair of guards. The entire kingdom lived up to its name, settled on the massive leaves and branches of the towering and surprisingly solid trees. Occasional caves and tunnels were carved its thick wood, providing plenty of space and shelter for the locals.

“Just in here.” One of the guards gestured to a seemingly random tree-cave, since the Quail Prince couldn’t read the symbol over the curtained entrance. The feathered diplomat stepped through the curtain of cloth and beads, entering the roomy stone chamber.

The room itself was a comfortable living space. There was a small but well-stocked bookshelf, a fireplace built into a wall, and a few side-chambers carved into the sides. A long table with several chairs for dining or meetings was the centerpiece.

Its owner approached the prince from behind the table. She was short, like most of the kobolds, making her slightly smaller than the prince. She was covered in green scales with a soft underbelly, which was quite exposed given her lack of clothing. The curvy female wore a loincloth with another length of cloth draped over her shoulders, folded to rest over each of her nipples. Her large hips and heavy breasts swayed as she walked, tugging the cloth along with her movements. She carried a staff as tall as she was with a lit candle mounted on the tip. Her eyes were veiled behind the strange skull she wore as a full face mask, covering much of her face and head. A feathered headdress seemed attached to the back of the skull, with her horns poking through the sockets of the unknown creature’s skull. A dangling set of hoop earrings swayed at the sides of her mask, lightly tapping against it when she turned too sharply.

“Welcome,” the kobold greeted. Her calm and gentle voice carried slightly louder given the close and comfortable quarters of her home. “I am The Counselor, one of the kobold king’s personal advisors. It is good to have you visiting our kingdom, your highness.”

“And such a kingdom it is,” the Quail Prince praised. “I’ve never seen anything like it in all my travels.”

“I will admit that the kobolds live in strange circumstances. I would like to think we’ve adapted wonderfully to our environs.”

The prince and his reptilian hostess spent some time going through formalities and catching up on news from each other’s kingdoms and borders. From there, their talks became more comfortable and personal as Counselor treated him to dinner; a dish of meat and gravy she made herself over her fireplace. The green woman barely raised her skull helm to eat, clearly comfortable with living while keeping it on. It seemed to be some ceremonial symbol of her status.

As night fell, the full Quail Prince was feeling the fatigue of his travels. His hostess sat up from their table as she gestured towards him.

“I suppose I should show you to your sleeping arrangements,” said the counselor.

“Yes, please. I’d be most grateful,” the regal bird agreed. He hopped up from his seat and the counselor lead him towards the entrance of her cave… just to turn and take him up a short set of stairs. She pulled aside another curtain to reveal the low but comfortable-looking bed. Well-used candles were set all around the room and a few bones and trinkets hung from cords near the window.

“This uh… this is quite the guest room,” Quail Prince said like it was a compliment, hiding his tensions on the matter.

“This is my room. As my guest, it is customary that I share my home with you as a show of trust.”

The green woman stripped off her simple garments, sliding her naked into the bed. Her soft underbelly left her hips and breasts jiggling as they settled on the bedsheets. She smiled at him expectantly, her eyes still hidden somewhere beneath the skull. Clearing his throat, the prince shed his clothes and shuffled into the bed. It wasn’t cramped enough to be uncomfortable, but he was unable to avoid pressing against the soft front of the counselor. 

“Are these quarters adequate, sir prince?” the kobold asked. She draped one of her long arms over his side, pressing her breasts against his back. “It would not do to have poor news return to your kingdom.”

“Not at all! I mean, yes,” the Quail Prince praised as best he could. 

“That is good. It is my duty to ensure that you remain…”

The counselor pressed a hand on his shoulder, laying the prince on his back as she straddled his hips.

“Satisfied...”

It was hard to be more direct than that; especially as the Quail Princes’ erection bumped against the warm slit of his reptilian keeper. He leaned up and pressed his beak against the kobold’s muzzle, opening their mouths to intertwine their tongues. The counselor moaned as she rolled her hips, using her tail for balance to push against one of the prince’s legs to better angle herself.

The scaly hostess moaned as she arched her back, thrusting out her thick and wobbling tits. She put more weight on her hips, pressing straight down to stuff his erection inside her. The counselor gave a slow and pleasant hum as she buried his cock into her pussy, her heavy hips and tail pumping her up and down on top of him. Her earrings clacked in a gentle rhythm against her skull mask, acting as tiny triggers for when the prince could expect her next thrust. 

The Quail Prince raised his head enough to run his tongue over her hardening nipples, getting the counselor to moan. Her thick thighs clamped around his hips, holding him tightly against her lap as she pushed her chest out appreciatively. It gave him even better access to them, running one feathery hand over her breast while he suckled on the other. He could feel her reptilian snatch clenching around his cock, subtly milking it in appreciation for his extra attention.

The counselor finally turned away from the prince, popping her wet nipple from his mouth. 

“Such a generous hostess,” the prince moaned as she repositioned herself. Her tail rested on his feathery chest as her hands balanced herself on the bed. She moaned as her snatch once again buried him in her warm juices, squeezing her thighs around it to rub at either side.

“It is wonderful when a guest returns such favors,” she purred as she started to grind her hips back and forth. He could feel her clitoris sliding along the length of his cock, a teasing stroke that made his erection bulge inside her. They panted and moaned together as the counselor’s bouncing picked up the pace, humping him hard enough that her ass cheeks clapped together beneath her tail and against his lap. 

Her avian lover squeezed her juicy cheeks and broad hips, holding her steady for him to plow into her over and over. The counselor gasped in a higher pitch as her reverse cowgirl reached a heated pace, the squishing of his rod sliding through her pussy a clear indicator of her arousal. She tensed up as she felt his hot dick squirt inside her, coating her insides with his bird seed. The kobold gave a throaty purr before she arched her back, gushing juices of her own as she came on his lap.

“Mmm! It is good to see that the kobolds and the quail kingdom can come to such… mutual understandings,” the counselor sighed. The arching of her back faded as she slowly pressed her hips back down on his cock.

“Yes, well as far as cultural differences go…” the prince muttered, running his feathered fingers up her sides. The scaly beauty giggled as it tickled her sides. “I feel like this is one case where we could learn a thing or two from your people’s customs.”