The life of a traveling mage and a student is one filled with many rest stops. There are times where I do not sleep in the same bed for more than a single night, and others when I use the services for a limited few hours of "intense study." It becomes difficult, then, to recall each and everyone that I have needed to go to, considering I feel no need to write "the service was nice, and the food was good."

What follows is my account of my time spent at The Dragon’s Nest Inn, which has become one of my favorite establishments, not necessarily for the rest, but the service.
When I first entered, I was greeted by the usual trappings of the common hall, and I was ready to put on my eager, happy barking in the common tongue for a room, but the first syllable came out as only a garbled choke at the sight of sublime beauty.

Her name, as I came to learn, is Marcine, and I had only ever seen someone quite like her in my journey to the forgotten temple of Xasandra. Here at the Dragon’s Nest was an actual dragon, dressed in the trappings of humanoid clothing, but with the massive breasts and belly of pregnancy.

She smiled when she saw me and waved. "Welcome, Welcome, little one. Are you in need of a room or some other service?"

It took me a moment to realize she was speaking in the common language. I approached her to the table and fell to my knees, my head bowed low, talking in my native tongue. "Oh, great dragon mother. I am but a lowly kobold, and would not ask you to serve me, especially when you are already so burdened."

She looked at me a moment, tilting her head, before giggling a little, resting her hand upon her cheek. “Oh, that’s cute,” she said in the common voice again, “But I”m a businesswoman first, and a dragon second. So, serving you is no problem at all. And please, you can speak the common tongue, yes? I’d rather you do that for my other guests’ sake.”
“Ah, sorry, sorry!” I kowtowed to her, but she placed a large hand upon my head, patting me gently. “There, there, no need to be sorry. My, I didn’t think I’d see a kobold all the way out here. I got a room you can use, but I’m out of rooms for smaller races.”
“Anything you give Tik Tik, she’ll like!” I insisted.
“Well, then, for the night, that will be five silver pieces!”
I eagerly reached into my pouch, only to feel my hand move through a hole cut through it. I gasped, both in shock and in complete shame.

“Oh, my, run afoul of some cutpurses, did you, little one?” Marcine frowned.  “That’s no good…”
I lowered my head. “Tik Tik sorry. Tik Tik have no money!”
She mulled over that a bit, flipping her key in her hand back and forth. "Alright, then… follow me." She snapped her finger, urging one of the other workers to take the desk for her. I hopped up, following her immediately. It was perhaps a mixture both of my fascination with her anatomy and my respect for all dragons that made me so eager to listen to her orders. But regardless of the cause, I followed her up to the room she had designated for me.

She sighed, plopping herself on the bed and leaning back. “Ah… so glad to get off my feet.”
I nodded in agreement.
“Alright, so, I know you kobolds like to do all sorts of things for dragons… anything at all, right?”
I nodded
She scratched at her magnificent mane as if she was thinking something over. “You see, little one, I have a bit of a problem, myself.”
I tilted my head
“I’m near the term, and my little wyrmling is going to be a beautiful baby, I’m sure.”
“You seem like good mommy!” I yipped quickly.
She giggled at that. “Oh, but you hardly know me, and I haven’t finished talking.”
“S… sorry much,” I drew my hood up over my head, resolving to be quiet.
There came a shuffle of fabric, and I chanced a glance, only to catch a full look at her large, swollen breasts. She leans back, unbuttoning her pants. Taking the initiative, I ran up and helped her out of them, only then to marvel at the nude form sitting in front of me.

Marcine lifted her hands, running them under her breasts. "Being a woman who enjoys working, having these so filled with milk… it's just so troublesome. Tik Tik… if it wouldn't bother you, could you…"

“Tik Tik suck titty milk!” I gasped out. “Do it for Marcine, yes, yes!”
She sighed and smiled, patting her knee. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re so eager. I was afraid I’d be… asking too much.”
I threw off my cloak and soon disrobed from my other clothes as well. All the while, Marcine watched, biting her lip as I wiggled out of my last bits. “My, my, you’re making this quite intimate, aren’t you?”
“Tik Tik no get clothes messy!” I said proudly, hands upon my hips.
“Oh, yes, indeed. Laundry is so terrible. Now, then… how about you come up here and get comfortable?” She fluttered her eyes, ending in a half-lidded gaze.
I hopped up immediately, landing on her lap and scurrying up that magnificent body of hers. She tried to hold it back, but she let out a loud laugh. “He-hey, that tickles. Wait!” she wrapped her arms around me, holding me up close, cradling me in her arms. “Hey, this is going to be good practice, don’t you think?” She asked, smiling down at me, curled up in her arms. Now, then, go ahead… why don’t you try a taste?”

I must admit, that being in the arms of a mother dragon, laying upon her pregnant belly, and being asked to relieve her of the milk swelling her breast was not something I was expecting to be doing, yet that is what the journey of life is all about, learning and experiencing new things. I licked at my mouth and brought it down up around one of her rounded scaled breasts. We kobolds were not built for nursing, a strange and wonderful sensation though it may be, I have learned various techniques to achieve suction, particularly a simple spell that makes the tip of our snouts much more malleable and flexible. I cast it upon my self and wrap my lips around her nipple. Drawing in the air, I suckled upon the tit, letting my tongue flick at the nipple as well.

Marcine sighed and laid back, just spreading out over the bed. Her body is nice, softly-scaled, and warm, oh so warm.
Almost immediately, the creamy liquid splashes up into my tongue, spraying in tiny little spurts that hit various parts of my mouth. I must say that the taste was just wonderful, and I would be lying if I said I did not suckle harder to take more of the fluid that I coveted.

Marcine shuddered underneath of me, her draconic hand holding on the back of my own, gripping my skull, but with an air of kindness and care to it. She squeezed slightly, letting me know that she would never let me go, and I just melted into her body upon her.

Soon, I broke my mouth free, some of her milk dribbling down from my chin. I licked it up eagerly, first from my jaw, and then from her breast, pressing my tongue upon her and giving a thick, quick, lick.
“Oh, my, you’re having fun,” Marcine cooed, and I snickered, placing a hand upon my chest. “Tik Tik like have fun. Make sure ‘mommy’ does too.”
Marcine smiled at that, though her nostrils wavered in a slight, embarrassed snort. “Mommy? Well, not yet, but soon.”
“Marcine be good!” I replied, patting her large tummy. “Going to have good life, this one. Tasty milk, too.
"Oh, why, thank you very mu-ah!" she gasped as I locked my malleable mouth around her other breast. "Oh-oh, my Tik, you've already drunk so much."

I giggled, my other hand moving to her first breast. IN my tiny paw I held the soft and squishy breast, and I eagerly squeezed upon it, letting some of the milk run down along those mounds and her curves.
“Ah… I… I could have… just squirted them out myself!” she gasped.
"Who said Tik Tik wants waste milk?" I asked, turning the magic off of my snout and then lowering myself over towards those beautiful rivulets of milk. I pressed my tongue upon her body, lapping her up clean so that the only liquid left on her was from my own mouth.

Marcine bit her mouth, tilting her head back as she held me in close towards the breast that had the lesser attention. I held my mouth to it, and though I no longer could suckle, I knew I could use my kobold ingenuity to improvise to get that sweet, sweet drink. Both hands hold onto her breast as if it were a waterskin. I pressed my palms together, and the milk splashed out upon my wanting tongue. I lapped it up as if drinking from a river of the most savory gravies, making sure to only squeeze enough to get what I could handle. Of course, the best-laid plans are always ruined, and I was left with milk stains upon my body. Quickly, I curled myself up in her arms, lapping against my chest and arms wherever I could. All the while, the relieved Marcine watched me with loving eyes.

I must have made some cute sound, as she laughed as I found myself drifting away into sleep, a belly full, and warm enough, despite no covers or no clothes. All I needed was this dragoness's beautiful body and a stomach full of her milk.

One last thing before I disappeared into the sweet oblivion of sleep, was the squirming kick underneath of me. It would seem that someone was a bit jealous of the attention I was getting.

By the time I awoke, I had a fresh white nightgown on while laying upon new sheets, tucked in all cozy in a warmth that could not compare to a living body, save for how inadequate it was. I suspect that Marcine had placed me there and changed the bed, but as I unsettled myself from that unexpected situation, I found that my scales had become quite sticky. The price, I suppose, of having to pay with services, rather than coin.


An interesting turn of events has just occurred. For as I was finishing up my account of the night before, Marcine knocked upon the door and instructed me to get a bath. Interestingly, she also announced that she would be waiting for the other part of my payment. It seems I have come across quite an intriguing situation. I can only hope that it will yield more fortuitous, and delicious, results!

I will be off now. I mustn’t keep “mommy” waiting!