Veeky Forums writes an erotic fantasy novel

Alright motherfuckers. People are always complaining about "no content" and "no lewds," so we're gonna do something about it.

"Well, OP," you say, "what are we gonna do, suck dicks all day?"

NO, FUCKFACE! You're gonna WRITE about people sucking dicks all day!

Writing, as you know, is the second-oldest traditional game among grognards such as yourselves. The first oldest being masturbation.

So we're gonna combine those two wonderful things to a monstrosity.

We're going to create a spectacular work of fantasy literature targeted primarily at the readers of smut novels: women. With our limited NEET sexual experience and our horrific /d/ based fetishes, I'm sure we'll create something to be proud of.

What's our name?

Wolfgang Richards.

What's our title?

Kobolds in the Caves: A Romance Novel

How are we gonna do this?

One paragraph at a time.

Will this be published?

We're gonna try.

This is a "continuation" of this thread

The pleasant forest view was no comfort to Christina's racing mind and racing feet. Behind her, the bandits jeered and laughed as their horses galloped ever closer. She didn't dare risk a glance back to see how fast they were, but relied only on her ears. What they told her was frightening.

I suppose I'll just keep going until others hop in or I get pruned/autosaged.

Her legs were starting to tire, and her breath ran ragged and short. An arrow whistled past her ear.

"Come on, girlie! There's nothin' ta be afraid of! Hahahaha!" the bandit's leader shouted, to the cheers of his comrades.

Christina couldn't give up. She split off the trail and jumped over a rise into a dense copse of trees, hoping to slow the riders in the terrain. But she landed poorly, and let out a cry as her ankle rolled and sent her flailing to the ground.

>kobolds
>damsels
>bandits

Keep going...this oughta be good.

As you wish. But why not participate yourself?

The bandits encircled her as she struggled to rise. "Oooh, she's a smart 'un! But we got 'er now, boys!" their leader said.

Christina's ankle was on fire. So she lay there and waited, hoping the pain would leave in time for her plan.

Having dismounted their horses, the men grabbed her and tried to turn her over. But with a wild yell and a slash of her arm, she swung a small knife across three of them, and tried to bolt away.

After maybe ten feet of hobbling, an arrow found its way into her leg, and a bloody hand grasped her neck from behind.

"You'll pay for that, girl!"

"Please" Christina gasped between gritted teeth, "There are some French Hats in my saddebags. Be gentle, it's my first time!"

"Hats or no, we'll be decidin' the terms here, not you!" rasped the voice behind her.

And pay she would.

The pain of the arrow and the fear of her capture filled her, but another hand pressed upon her mouth, preventing her from crying out.

As another of her pursuers entered her field of vision, all went black as a gloved hand snuffed out her sight.

She considered swinging her blade about, fearing reprisal if she did, but her decision-making was cut short as her arms were also restrained. It was hopeless.

She felt a pair of powerful hands patting her down. She felt the cutting loose of her coinpurse, hands examining the quality of her clothing, and her skin...

She could only hope that they would not extract further payment, but she was not foolish enough to believe such a thing...

Then, all of a sudden, a gurgling noise erupted from behind her and the man collapsed on top of her like a ragdoll.

As Christina tried to shift the heavy man off of her, she heard a warcry split the air and saw the arrow poking out of his neck.

The remaining bandits were preoccupied by a number of new arrivals--a number of strange lizard-like men, some squat like dwarves and some taller than a man.

The dragonborn tribe! Christina thought. She knew they lived in this part of the woods, but she and her party had not worried too much about them since they kept to themselves.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Christina drove her blade into the leg of a bandit near her. As he fell, she tried to stab again, but his own momentum and her awkward position forced her to miss.

Instead, he rolled over her with a grunt, and raised his club to strike. Christina parried, but as they began to wrestle, the man overpowered her.

The club went into the air again, but her arm was pinned. Panicked, she tried to struggle free, but it came crashing down--sending Christina into the black void of unconsciousness.

Her eyes opened slowly. The world was blurry and unclear, but as it sharpened again, it was even more clear that she had no idea where she was.

It was hard to think, but gradually her mind became more clear. She slowly began to remember being pursued, being captured, the coming of the strange lizard-like tribe...

Right. The draconic people had come... they must have rescued her? She could only conclude this.

There was an elaborate object hanging from the ceiling over her, its skeleton a ring of stone, with feathers hanging from it, the feathers studded with small gemstones at their end. This was unlike anything she had seen before, and she had no idea what it meant.

Her head pounded as she looked down to her leg. She remembered it had been shot, and as she shifted it pain shot through it. She got to see, however, that the arrow was gone, and the wound was wrapped in some sort of leaf, which cooled and numbed the wound.

She heard quiet footsteps from outside this room, getting slightly louder. She groggily called out, "Hello?" to whomever it may be.

The footsteps echoed through the dark walls, and she realized she was in a cave of some kind.

Moreover, Christina suddenly realized that she was completely naked, though a blanket lay next to her, still warm as she touched it.

At last a large figure crossed through the hewn-rock threshold.

He was a lizard man, a little taller than her, with dark red scales covering his whole lean and muscled body. His feet and hands had long, bony, yellow-white claws, and a few more shorter horns jutted out of his head.

He wore nothing but a loincloth, and even in the minimal light from a wall torch, she saw a massive bulge shifting it as he walked.

His bright yellow eyes met hers with a surprised gaze, and he stopped in his tracks.

"You're awake," he said.

>some French Hats
I like the ol' time euphemisms!

oh shit, what does Christina look like?
Generic white to appeal to our audience, or do we go more exotic?

Christina just sat there for a moment, surprised at his appearance, his grasp of the common tongue, and--

She remembered that she was naked, and drew the blanket over herself with a shameful blush. These lizard-men probably did not have a good grasp on the etiquette of the civilized peoples.

Undettered, the fellow came further into the room.

"I came to check up on you. The shaman said your wounds would heal, but you shivered through the whole night, even with the blanket and me next to you."

Christina gasped. "You--what?!"

"Yes. I think you were cold because of the leafwrap. It does not have that effect on us, but the human medicine men I have sold it to reported similar side effects."

A number of questions rushed to Christina's mind.

"You have... a very good command of language," she said.

"Thank you. I lived in the eastern cities for a few years. I often act as liasion for the tribe if we ever need to trade. Thus, I keep up my skills," he said.

A more important topic roused itself in her mind.

"Why did you save me from those bandits?" she asked.

"Because they trespassed on our territory," he answered without hesitation.

"But wouldn't I be a tresspasser, too?"

Would planning this out a little more help?
I feel like I'm writing too much, but it might be easier for others if we really keep entries short but have a clear idea of where to go with it.

P.S. good work to whoever else has been posting along.

Also, just for the record, here's kind of what I've been thinking:

>lizardmen are born as kobolds, have to go through initiation rites to become dragonborn
>one of these is mating
>our red lizardbro is regarded as an outsider because he lived in a human place
>none of the chicks will bang him
>it's the last one he has to do, to
>he rescues the human woman basically so he can mate with her
>steamy lizard sex
>publish on Amazon
>???
>profit

It would be a Tingler!

He looked down and didn't say anything for a long moment.

"You did help us fight them," he offered, "but perhaps I should ask why you were there?"

Christina almost began to tear up.

"Those men, those savages... they'd attacked our village before, as well as the outlying settlements. My friends--" she paused, holding back a sob, "my friends and I gathered together what arms we could and went to challenge them, for even the local lord was too afraid to fight. I got cut off from my companions--I don't know what happened to them."

The lizard moved closer and hugged her. He was surprisingly warm--she thought he'd have been cold-blooded.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It's okay," she said. "I should thank you for saving me. What's your name, anyways?"

"Ioro. And it was no trouble--those fools were not prepared for an ambush. What might your name be, my lady?"

"I'm Christina. And no lady, just a peasant who thinks she can fight." She leaned into the hug.

"You did a number on them. We did have to help you out, but hey, you were outnumbered," he said.

She laughed. "Encouraging, but I got my head smacked in all on my own."

"It happens."

"Though it's not really hurting anymore."

"That would be the medicine," he said.

At that moment, Christina recalled what Ioro had said earlier.

"You lived in a human city and you thought it was acceptable to sleep naked next to a woman?" she said.

He simply shrugged and said, "You were cold. My blood runs hot with the fire of dragons. I figured I could help."

She gave an amused huff. "I suppose I would have suffered worse at the hands of those bandits. By the way, where's all of my stuff?"

"Hm? Oh, it's with all the things we picked off the bandits, further in the cave. Though your clothes were pretty much shredded. I'm glad we got to you when we did. Who knows what they'd have done?" he said.

"I don't want to think about it," Christina said. "Hey, what's that charm you have on the ceiling?"

She gestured up at the dangling object, and Ioro tracked her gaze.

"It's simply a dreamcatcher, to keep away bad spirits," he said, almost confused that she would even ask.

"Tell me about your people, Ioro. What are your lives like? I've only ever heard rumors."

No prob man

"We live in these caves. The dragon blood keeps us warm even when they are cold, and they stay cool during the summer, keeping us comfortable," Ioro began.

"Is it unusual for you to leave the caves like you did then?" Christina asked.

"Most of us go to the surface frequently, we hunt and gather both above the ground and below. We also cultivate some plants, and we mine, often seeking gemstones like those," he answered, gesturing up to the dreamcatcher, "They have spiritual significance to us."

Christina nodded weakly, her head throbbing slightly. "The shaman uses them?" she asked.

Ioro nodded slowly. "Usually. Sometimes the chief decides otherwise, but usually it's up to the shaman," he replied, slowly, "It has been a little... difficult getting used to being back in a place like this. It is very different from a human settlement."

"What do you mean?" Christina asked.

"Well, I have certain... duties I must accomplish. Tasks. To truly become dragonborn, and a leader within my tribe. Unfortunately, my involvement with the humans makes me seem less... traditional than other members of the tribe, which puts some of them at odds with me. And thus, I find my road harder to walk," he said.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is there any way I could help?"

Ioro looked at her and started to say something, but stopped. He let go of her, stood up, and faced the wall.

"I was meaning to ask you about that, as it happens," he whispered. "You see, the last task is... to mate. None of the females will have me. But I asked the shaman when I first returned, and he said that it was the dragons and the humans, together, who birthed our people in the ancient days..."

What does this have to do with traditional games?

...

Erotic fiction belongs on /d/. I thought you fags learned when WST got banned.

/wst/ got banned because a raid group spammed it 24/7. it's not banned, just autosaged. Spamming

>PUT THE DICK IN THE BAG

over and over with gore and nsfw with dozens of threads does not equate the three years of weekend only threads that worked without problem or intervention from the mods.

Or because it had nothing to do with Veeky Forums. Just like quests. Or this thread.

...

"Dragons...? And...humans...?" The thought meant little right now, but as she thought more about it, the more she realized what Ioro meant - She was here to bear the children of dragons. She, a simple girl who had yet to be wed, meant to birth more kobolds.

She would be lying if she didn't feel even the slightest hint of curiosity about how laying with a dragon could possibly feel like.

Calm down, everybody, we're not even at the porn yet.

Christina was taken aback. She'd thought there might've been an ulterior motive for helping her, and not harming her as an intruder--but nothing quite so strange.

"I--I don't know, Ioro. I know you saved me, but... I mean, I've only known you for twenty minutes!"

Ioro nodded in agreement. "And I've only known you for one night."

"Yet," he continued, turning towards her, "I've known you. I knew your skin. I knew your tremors, your wounds and pains, the very fluttering of your heart while the medicine did its work. Somehow, Christina, I feel something. Warm, it is, like me--but different. It is happier, and not so frightened. Do you feel it?"

"Maybe," she said, and her breath quickened a hair as she stood up.

Without the blanket.

AH SHIT WE POSTED AT THE SAME TIME

Ebin meme way of admitting I'm right

Loro's reptilian eyes widened and his tongue rapidly darted in and out of his mouth at the sight of her exposed body.

Christina knew how well her ample breasts were framed by her long auburn hair and she was used to her curvaceous form garnering lewd comments from the local men, but never had such a creature stared at her with lust before.

Regarding Loro's well muscled form that glowed a dark, blood-red in the low torchlight, she found to her amazement there was a wetness already beginning between her legs. An aching longing began to form deep inside of her, one that she had to answer.

As Loro began to take off his loin cloth, another kobold walked into the cave. This kobold was different, dressed in colourful feathers and skulls of what christina assumed were from bandits and rival kobold tribes.
He started shouting what she assumed were prayers in a strange tounge while throwing golden dust around the cave floor. After he was finished with the strang ritual, the kobold left the cave.

is this a meme

I'm gonna spoiler all the porn just as a precaution


Ioro stepped forward. His face was barely an inch away from hers, and she could feel his smoky breath brushing her neck. His claws wrapped around her shoulders, sharp but somehow gentle.

He leaned in and began to kiss her. Hesitant at first, she returned it, but something came over her and she found her arms wrapped around him as they embraced.

She pulled away.

"We--we're going too fast. I need--I need time to--Oh!" Christina didn't even notice that Ioro was already on his knees, and had put his long tongue to work.

>dragon porn
To get everyone in the mood

...

Nothing quite like pure love

...

All I got for now

She tighten her legs together and gripped the floor with her toes. The reptilian tongue curls and expands, slurping her juices and causing more to leak out. Her fingers grip against his head, grasping at his horns.

The thoughts in her mind slip away as she is becomes emersed with his long coarse tongue twisting into her. She feels her own body temperature raise as the lizardman flicks his tongue against her. As her juices mixes with his saliva and drip to the ground and seep into the blanket.

How do I do spoilers?

ctrl+s after highlighting what you want to tag

also no namefagging por favor

>we gon motherfuckin write shit!
please don't make any more posts like this, thanks

He pulled away and spit onto the cave floor.

"Damn girl, you taste like warm cod and dishwater."

The dragon-esque tongue swirls as it tunnels into her. She stares up at the dream catcher, knowing that this cannot be a dream. As he pulls out and shallows, he begins to whip his tongue between her labia and and then quickly snaps against her clitoris. The pain from enhances the pleasure. She calls out Loro as she climaxes. She grips his horns so tightly, she cuts her thumb against his horns. He takes her hand and licks the wound, pressing his tongue to stop the bleeding.

Doesn't matter, you're gonna get reported either way

>dragon-esque
The fuck does this mean. Never mind the fact that the word "draconic" or "draconian" exists (or that when you append '-esque' to a word you don't hyphenate it, e.g. "dragonesque"), it's a non-adjective. It describes negative things. What does a "dragon-esque" tongue even look like?

F- see me after class

"What?! I just agreed to be your baby carrier and that's what you have to say to me?"

i vote we change the lizardman's name to Tyreese and change the chuck tingle story to an episode of the Maury show where he's trying to prove how he's not the father of those horrific human-lizard hybrids