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The mighty draconic form that looms over the audience chamber lowers its neck, its glowing gaze scrutinizing the battered and broken kobold. As it descends, the dragon's form shifts and changes. What was first just a glance becomes the walk down the stairs. What was once a dragon becomes a small figure, claws clicking against the stone floor and her form taking a much more familiar shape for Gavit.

The male blinks as he sees the female kobold standing before him, looking down at him, a smile across her face. "You were there, weren't you?" she asks. "I wonder why."

Gavit swallows the lump in his throat and maintains his composure, saying, 'I had been chasing the beast, and it was all that was left to me after it killed my lover."

"I see..." the mistress of the tower says, scratching her chin, her eyes traveling down his battered body, seeing past the imperfections to see the perfections they hide. "What do you believe you will discover here?'

"I never saw any single being as sure and powerful as you. I have nothing to live for save to destroy all that would enable such a broken system that allows the good to die. I would willingly sell my very soul for anyone who could allow me such a privilege."

The dragon says, "Is that so? I hope you don't mind a test. You may call me Kret for now, and we'll think of more formal titles for public purposes later."

"Very well, great mistress Kret," he responds, placing his hand on his chest.

"Very well, indeed," she clicks, a growl rising from her throat."Show me your anger and your passion!" She says this, holding her hands out wide before him.

Gavit double-takes at the sudden change in his new mistress. "I... what?"

"Make me feel powerless, or I shall dissolve you and go on with my day. If you cannot overpower and take what you will from me, I know you are not worth my time. You are-were- a Paladin of Love. Show me the might of your order!!"

Gavit gulps, taking a deep breath. Is this truly what he signed himself up for? He had never let loose all of his sexual fury before. No, the order was about restraint and love. But here...

He fumbles with the cloth uncovering his koboldhood but doesn't bother removing the armor. He dispenses with the foreplay. Instead, he uses his only hand to clamp fingers around Kret's throat, his eyes burning with the fury that he felt. He pushes her against the ground, falling atop her, revealing his teeth, breathing hot, angered air upon her neck!

"Fuck this world!" he snarls, pushing his length deep inside her, squeezing her windpipe. "I don't care how strong you are! This is my stand against all that is unfair!"

She shudders underneath him, arching her back, sighing. Her tail slaps and strokes across his side, taking moments to enjoy the tight butt.

She hisses a laugh toward him, rocking back against him and leaning in, whispering. "Come on, oh great warrior... your balance is off. Flopping around as you are...." She slips her hand up his side, over to his stump.

He snarls, filling her up, using her as a masturbation aid as he leans forward, staring down into her eyes. "How... dare-!" he stops and narrows his gaze, huffing. Her own match his, and the desire that wells up within her eyes as she willingly gives up her control urges him on. Is this really the massive and mighty creature he saw in the woods?

Yes, behind the veneer of softness was the potent ruler of these lands and the owner of his fractured body.

Without her urging, he leans in and bites at her shoulder. She responds to this unprovoked aggression by wrapping her arms behind his back, claws digging into his skin.

The growls and groans that rise between the two in the unceremonious fucking are nothing like the tender loving he and Patrol once shared. While Patrol would fill the emptiness within Gavit, Gavit now plowed and took from Kret. But, he knows he can only take what she allows him to. He is on the knife's edge, a plaything pretending to be in charge, and he doesn't care. Whatever future lies in store for him, he will take it.

He sinks his teeth deeper into her as he has his first release of cum for his own selfish gain. He pants and breathes and pulls his length out of her with a slurp, and her insides drip with his batch.

"Such a careless underling," Kret groans, rubbing her throat. "You claim your mistress's womb with no regard for her?" She holds onto his shoulders as she pushes her trembling legs up. He winces, the burning rushing through his being, making him remember how mangled and twisted he is. Yet he pleased her. Clearly, she was doing a remarkable job of hiding her own climactic state.

He nods, sitting on his knees still, bowing his head low. "Mistress, may I ask what the exercise was to test in me?"

Kret chuckles, patting his head. She turns and walks back up the stair, humming to herself. She pauses a moment later, looking over her shoulder, fluttering her eye. "You'd best keep up, my knight."

He picks himself up, stumbling up behind her, the echoes of the tower echoing the hollowness that lies buried deep within him.

And if the only thing that can fill that hollowness is beautiful lies told by beautiful people. He would dedicate himself to her and listen to the sounds that ring through the echoing halls of his blackened soul.

As Kret walks up the stairs in her casual cloak, keeping her kobold form, Gavit cannot help but wobble and walk in a tense fashion, the soreness and phantom pain throbbing through him. His focus flashes from the dragon in kobold's form before him and the various creaks and clanks and drips he can hear bouncing through the walls of this most heinous of hideouts.