The Kobold’s Dragon
by Amuzighi

To be clear, how it’s normally supposed to go is for a kobold to be worshiping a dragon, right?
... because that’s not how it went for me. Not this time.
Yeah, I'll let you know how the word "worship" came into it.
I’d met ‘em at a bar, and had found that they were less than intimidated by the dragon nearly twice their size coming over to sit and chat with them, then we’d freely told each other about ourselves, and then it wasn't until my second drink with them that I’d realised they weren’t wearing pants.
They had their legs crossed, their feet in a snug pair of dress shoes, and where their socks ended was where there then began a stretch of their naked scales that ran up over a thick pair of thighs, up over the base of their tail, up over their waist, until it finally terminated at the hem of the smart business shirt they were wearing. Those thick thighs crossed together kept their crotch out of view, but that was the extent of what was left to the imagination down there.
“I can get away with it,” they matter-of-factly informed me when I’d asked, although that didn’t really explain how.
"What, because of how tight you've crossed your legs?" I couldn't help blurting it out - and what was growing on my mind as I did so was the thought of what exactly there could be between the legs of this kobold that was so brazenly exposed to everyone and yet still not so exposed to me. "Do you get away with showing yourself off as long as you're not really showing what you're showing off? Is that it?" 
Seeing how tight their legs were crossed, too tight for anything to be protruding from between them, I really could only imagine that it’d be a vulva that’d be found between those thighs, just like you’d find nestled between mine - but then, I had to think to myself, what if they had something else down there; something else that could have them pinching their legs together and showing not the tiniest bit of discomfort as they do so? Thoughts of being with them were suddenly running through my head just at the sight of them, and I had to wonder - what would it be like with them, in either scenario?
They had to be reading my mind; there was a lecherous smile spreading across their face as they saw the way this big, burly dragon man was just stewing in front of them. To my question they eventually got around to quite simply telling me, "nope." That reply didn't help me as I was stewing, and neither did the way they followed it up by asking, “wanna see?”
They were starting to uncross their legs, and starting to hook one of them around their bar stool towards me before pausing teasingly at a corner of it to await my response. Once I'd given them a nervous but eager nod those legs then came all the way around.
They spread their legs apart, revealing the gap between their thighs inch by inch to slowly, teasingly bring their crotch into view, and the question of what equipment they had was answered for me: That stretch of their naked scales continued uninterrupted across their crotch, with only the smooth curve of their pubic mound present where the broadest part of myself had been been sure I was going to find a vulva.
Where you’d find mine, a puffy pair of lips capped by a clit that was dainty by dragon standards but intimidatingly large by kobold standards, they had just an unassuming, ambiguous blank spot - one stretching from the upper end of their mons pubis all the way down to the lowest point that I could see from the vantage point they were giving me. It was a perfectly blank slate that was between their legs, but I’d swear that just left them free to make it whatever they wanted it to be, and what they evidently wanted it to be was a way for them to flaunt themself; for them to assert their sexuality to the world and demand that it be recognised. 
In my continually growing state of surprise with them, there was one thing I quite clearly had to admit to myself: It was working. I couldn’t pull my eyes away if I tried.
As I was gazing at their crotch, they were slowly arching their hips back and up toward me, bringing more and more of the curve of it into view until it bottomed out to meet their taint; until the outermost edge of their tailhole became faintly visible underneath.
Just at the upper edge of their taint was the only thing to set itself apart from what was otherwise indeed a perfectly blank crotch - a tiny opening in their scales with a striking resemblance to the urethral opening you'd find nestled between my vagina and my clitoris, as it might look if the rest of my vulva had gone missing from around it.
I couldn't help but blush as it occurred to me what I was looking at on their smooth groin. On their smooth groin that they were brazenly just showing off to me in the middle of the bar.
Really, was what they were doing in any way allowed? They had to be counting on a loophole in what it meant to be "indecently exposed," or perhaps there were other people with blank crotches out there who would flaunt them with complete innocence and then this kobold was just counting on being taken as one of them. But being blank down there didn’t inherently make you any less horny, did it? They definitely weren’t any less horny about it than I’d be if it were me showing my puss off. Assuming I had the nerve to do what they were doing. Frankly, I couldn't imagine ever having the nerve to do what they were doing.
As surprised as I was, they seemed genuinely surprised themselves by the blush that had appeared on my face by this point; genuinely taken aback for a moment at the reaction they'd gotten out of me. Their hips slipped back down across the arc they'd risen on and their crotch found its underside squished against the polished wood of their bar stool as they set themself flat on it again. They were blushing a bit too - but they, I have to note, regained their composure more quickly than I did. “Haven’t you seen lewder, Mr. Big Strong Dragon?” They just had to coyly, teasingly ask me then.
“... not in public,” was my tentative answer - but, actually, I wasn’t so sure I had seen lewder. They’d been radiating sexually-charged confidence, assertiveness, and a certain self-assured sense of station from all around me as I just stared at their crotch; it didn't take me long to begin wondering if there even could be anything charged with more raw sexuality than what they'd charged into their blank slate of a groin.
They could have flippantly just told me to kiss their blank and I would have taken it as a command to follow. Instead, though, they leaned in, legs still spread for me; without missing a beat, they'd known exactly what to say and then they'd said it: “Would you like to see how much lewder it can get in private?”
The answer to that was obvious. Even if it was uncharacteristically with a lump in my throat that I got it out. We payed for our drinks, we left the bar; everything they had between their legs was visible for all to see along the way out.
Their apartment was only a short walk away, they'd quite casually informed me. I nodded, not managing to be any amount of casual myself around this kobold that was so brazenly showing themself off. There was their naked tush visible to anyone behind them, their naked crotch visible to anyone in front of them, and just another lecherous smile to greet anyone who noticed. Daring them to say something about them.
I was just blushing, meeting their brazen smile with a much more timid one - but one that was as eager as it was nervous; that brought my familiar sexuality out with it even as it also brought out a very unfamiliar sense of bashfulness. Somehow, as dominant as I'd always considered myself, they were putting me to shame. Effortlessly. At half my size, without my muscle mass and without my genitals, they were effortlessly making me look like the submissive one between us. And then I couldn't help but imagine the things they might do for me (to me) with that unbreakable assertiveness of theirs that they could just effortlessly keep flaunting.
So many things were occurring to me that I could do with their groin if they'd let me, but what things they might do to me with the raw sexual energy that they'd poured into their groin was a question that, in struggling to find an answer to it, I suddenly just couldn't help but lose myself in.
I could imagine the two of us tribbing (it was easy to picture locking those legs they had on display together with mine and just grinding my lower lips against the curve of their blank crotch) but what I wasn't sure of was: If we tribbed, would it be me or them in the leading role? Would the physical strength I could bring to bear in keeping our legs locked together matter at all compared to this kobold's sheer force of character? And even if it were me holding us together as we tribbed, would I really be the one in charge?
Somehow the thought of this dragon man who could just revel in his own masculinity being the one in charge of this lithe kobold who had as much need for my kind of masculinity as I did for their kind of androgyny just wasn't coming naturally to me.
And then my thoughts turned to the idea of them taking me out in public the same way they went out themself. As absurd as it is to think of a man getting away with having his vulva exposed for all to see in the way this kobold was getting away with having their blank exposed for all to see, I couldn't help imagining it: What would happen if they were to put me on display for others the way they'd put themself on display for me? Would people stare at me? Would people take pictures of me? Would they massage my aching lips as they spread them out for all to see between? How hard would I blush? How wet would I get?
What would I have done if they had told me to get on my knees in front of them right then and there?
Of course, for all that I was imagining on the way to their apartment, the actual walk there was relatively uneventful. As uneventful, that is, as it could ever be for a kobold to be taking a dragon home with their crotch out for all to see while the dragon's puss was left to just grow wetter and wetter behind his trousers and inside his underwear. For as long as it took the two of us to reach our destination, all I could do was just keep on stewing.
In their apartment they took their shoes and socks off, they asked me to let them know if there was anything I wasn’t comfortable with, they told me to speak out if I wanted something to stop, and then they commanded me to strip.
As my shirt came off to reveal my pecs and my abs there was a look of satisfaction, and excitement, that was spreading across their face - and which only spread further, more lewdly, as my boyshorts came down to reveal the outer lips of that vulva of mine that were blushing a deep pink with my arousal; that were puffed out, asserting themselves and demanding to be played with; that had been left drooling, left to soak in my juices, at just everything there was about this kobold who’d ordered me to reveal myself to them.
My puss had clearly stood out instantly to them and what the expression on their face could tell me more clearly still with each moment they spent just gazing at it was how deeply they'd suddenly found themselves in love with even just the sight of it, but what also became very clear in every action of theirs that followed was how little obligation they felt to meet the demand it was making of them. My clit was as hard as it could be, throbbing with need; making its own constant demand for them to serve it, but the way their expression jumped when they saw it throb was the way a dom’s expression jumps at seeing just how ready a sub is to please.
Throughout all of this, their top stayed on. I had to ask, breaking their haze, and the answer I got from them then was just as matter-of-fact as their answer to my first question on the topic had been however long ago that was - “that’s how I keep my bottomlessness in public as lewd as it is; by having the same way I walk the streets be the same way I fuck. So if you want to see more," they told me, unflappable again, "you’ve got to earn it.” Then, planting their arms on my hips, they set me down at the edge of their bed. They were as clear in their lead as ever and I was no less eager than ever to follow.
But then with them standing in front of me from off the edge of the bed, with their head level to my chest, all I could think of was how they could be bringing their snout down to my puss. What suddenly rose within me as I was planted down was an understanding of just how badly I was aching with need, having been teased to the brink before we'd even started, and from that understanding there swam up images of them eating me out in a multitude of different ways, stabs in the dark at every possible manner in which they might see fit to grace my soaked lips with their tongue, from deep down within me up to the very front and center of everything that could occur to me - but when my hungry gaze met theirs, they must have known exactly what I was thinking, and their reply to it was a chiding one, offered with a cocky smile on their face: “Nope, you’ve got to earn that too.”
Instead they had me sprawl out on to my back, they climbed up after me, from in between my legs, and then they planted their rear end on my chest; their head towering over mine and their hips arched up again to leave their groin jutting out just a foot away from my face. The delicate curve of their pubic mound, resting right in front of me, stood out to me in what must have been the exact same way my dripping lower lips had stood out to them.
What I realised only then that it was within reach of my snout was that as badly as I wanted them to put their tongue to work on my puss, what I wanted just as badly was to put mine to work on their blank. “Go," was their simple instruction to me then, "go as far as you can, then I'll return the favour."
They had to be able to feel the heat of my breath against their crotch. They had to be able to see how hungrily I was eyeing that stretch of their body that ran down to their tailhole. Maybe they could tell how I was imagining kissing them there, drawing my tongue across their pubic mound, across each of the pits where their crotch met their thighs, and then down toward their taint. Maybe they could also tell how I was feeling as I imagined the praise they’d give me. With all of that on my mind, what part of me was there that could refuse them?
First thing to do, though, was to bring that crotch of theirs from within reach of my snout to actually up against my snout. My hands went around their hips, in against their glutes, and I dragged them up across my body until they were close enough for me to lean in and kiss them there. For all that the thought of it had been able to just run wild in my head by that point, then there were only moments left to separate me from actually having my lips planted between their legs.
They cooed as they were brought up against me, "theeeere's a good dragon," and then that coo was interrupted by a gasp, sudden and intense, as I pressed my snout in sharply against the upper end of their mons pubis; against the place between their legs where my clit was found between my own. My tongue darted out, pressed flat against that spot, and that gasp turned into a strained, pleasured sigh. A sigh of relief just as much as it was a sigh of raw pleasure.
Each flick of my tongue against that spot worked another sharp, pleasured gasp out of them. Their thighs were slowly coming in around my head as I worked them there, and when I eventually just pressed my snout in to finally give them a long kiss between their legs, what that worked out of them was first a sharp intake of breath as my lips wrapped themselves around that spot, as their thighs pressed themselves in against my snout, and then another slow, pleasured sigh as I then let myself just contentedly suck on that upper tip of their blank from my place underneath and against them.
Eventually, though, they signaled for me to stop for a moment - through every bit of lust that was clear to see on their face, they had something that they were eager to tell me. Once I'd pulled my lips free from their crotch, and their thighs had let my snout go, they just had to let me know, “it’s such a tease not having someone like you around when I’m out.”
One of their hands, covered by the same scales as those that covered their crotch, had by then found its way down on to my head. "I could just imagine you going on like this forever," they told me in an uncharacteristically deep, slow purr as for a moment they simply, contentedly stroked me with that hand of theirs.
I could imagine it myself, as I almost blurted out even with their crotch still pressed in close enough to my snout to muffle anything I’d try to say.
"Broken up, though,” they had to add, "by every moment where we take a break for me to show you a new way for you to pleasure me from down there, and by every moment where I find a new way to reward you, and by every moment where," they paused again, with their hand just rested on my head and the side of my head just rested against their inner thigh, before continuing, "if you're up for it, I'll bring you out on a leash and we'll find out just how much the two of us can get away with together."
I was blushing, that lump in my throat had reappeared, and I was all but melting as I imagined every single thing they might do with me. 
Their other hand had found its way up to their snout, giving them something to press theirs in against while I had mine pressed in against them, and they were giving me a gentle pat on my crown as they finally told me in another slow, pleasured purr, “you’re exactly the dragon I'd hope to have worshiping me, you know that?”