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An olive scaled kobold with bright orange eyes stood amidst a small crowd of other servants wearing nothing but white silk and fine linen, a platinum collar upon her neck with a gem at the center shaded like her eyes. Tiki was one of many servants attending to the lord of the land and various dignitaries visiting him within the palace bath house, she carried a small saucer with fruit on it and knelt by the various human men and woman lounging in the waters among the powerful Malik Laith Al-Murshi'dyn as they spoke of regional politics and their reasons for being there, their complaints, and desires. Tiki knew that this event was as much about showing off to the company as it was about figuring out what they wanted and so she smiled and bowed and made herself useful, being sweet as she could be and complementing the guests, she did not mind the gropes and touches from the men or the women, in fact she purred and welcomed the touches, and welcomed the eyes of her jealous lord upon her.

Tiki knew that the Malik harbored a desire for her. She could see it in the way that he watched her, the way he called for her to attend to him personally, and the way he grew impatient and jealous when she attended others. It had always been that way, she had always been his favorite from the very beginning of her servitude behind these palace walls. He had even taken to asking her to call him Laith in privacy, which was enough to make her heart flutter. Of course, anything that she did to please her Malik would doubly please her, as the collar upon her neck brought her such pleasure from obeying and giving her master what he desired, of course, all of that would come to end soon enough.

Laith sat there among what he considered the carrion birds of his nation wearing peacock feathers. Men and women from different ruling classes seeking to suck at the teet of his kingdom's success. They desired for him to bow his head and give them everything that they asked for, and accept their bribes that came in the form honeyed words and veiled gifts meant to sway him. For this fact alone, he did not accept any gifts from any single entity. He wished to remain untainted, unfettered by the influences of others except himself and his council. Even his wife was held at arm's reach, and although many viewed him as cold, none could doubt that his wisdom and strength had led the kingdom to prosperity and a particular lack of debt from other regions and tribes. With half of his body in the water he lounged back, his eyes focused not on the dignitaries around him, but on the kobold servant he had taken a shine to. She had been a loyal servant even from day one, an amiable slave bought from another kingdom hidden underground that had proved herself as useful. He had even been tempted to give her the key to that collar of hers, but perhaps that would be a bit too suspicious for he did harbor feelings for her, certainly more than he did for his own wife.

Laith's marriage had been one of necessity and status, nothing more, nothing less, and often his wife was outside of the palace toying with her own devices, as she was now. Tiki, his precious servant may have been of another species altogether, but their relationship was all passion. She had served him without question and more importantly without reproach. There were many times where he had given her the option to simply leave, to simply push his hand away should she desire, but instead she had wanted more of his touch, more of his attention, and perhaps it was the slave collar, but it drove him mad with fiery lust. As his thoughts drifted further and further to the kobold servant that he had taken a shine to, he found himself growing further irritated by the sounds of the voices of the folk surrounding him.

Tiki saw the Malik's strong form rise from the water as he began to announce his departure. His skin was a deep brown and his eyes were a striking green that ignored the people complaining about his sudden desire to leave. He simply put his hand out and they remained quiet as he began to step away from the baths. The scars on his chest outlined how many times he had been to battle, his sunken eyes and peppered curled hair showing some of his age, but his strong build and broad shoulders showing that he still had enough youth in him to continue ruling for quite some time. As he began to walk, he snapped towards Tiki's direction and she began to move to take his robes in arm and help him into them. She knew that he had meant her and the rest of the servants understood this, they understood that Tiki was his favorite and that Tiki was to attend to him at all times when his wife was gone. They did not question this, Tiki did not question this, it was not their place to after all. Tiki followed along, she knew what he desired, she had felt his gaze, felt his hunger and his boredom. He had not been the most patient human she had ever encountered, but he was direct and decisive and that was at least somewhat admirable. Though she had not desired to come here, her stay had been at the very least comfortable, for she had planted herself closely to the Malik and brought him as much pleasure as she could provide. Tonight would be no different, his wife was gone and his intent was clear. She could even smell the spiced scent of wine trailing off of him as she stepped in line behind him. Tonight would be perfect for one last time with him beneath the stars, one last time as his slave and servant, one last time as Tiki the slave. Tomorrow she would resume her role, and her true purpose, she only hoped that the Malik would understand whether he survived the encounter or not.

In Laith's quarters, he grabbed a bottle of wine set near his bed to drink it before turning to his servant who he expected to still be following. There she stood with half-lidded eyes watching him with such curiosity even though she surely knew what he desired. That collar upon her neck was such an eyesore even though it was so pretty, even though the gem reflected her eyes so perfectly, it was only a sign that she was not truly his, that she was only a servant, a slave. Those were sold had no choice, those who were given and bartered without their consent were truly pitiable, and he intended to change that, perhaps he should begin with her, perhaps he should free his first and make a statement to all who would look upon him.

The intensity in her Malik's gaze brought a bit of warmth and discomfort to Tiki. She would much rather have him grab her and say something rather than have him stare in such a way. She had seen him drink, seen him swerve just a bit in his movements, but she couldn't help but wonder if her precious Malik suspected her of foul play, as he rightfully should. Still, she remained silent as a good servant would.

"Isn't it time I freed you Tiki? That collar does not match your scales, though the gem matches your eyes perfectly."

Her eyes widened for a moment and her heart stopped at his words at that very point. She could not answer him, she did not have the words for such a thing, she had planned to free herself right there. His words brought her from her sudden shock, "Is that so strange? I have stated my passion for you many times. Have I not shown disdain for the buying of people?"

Tiki answered in a meek tone, "You have indeed my Malik, both your passion and your disdain are clear."

Laith gave a small smile, stepping to her to feel over her cheek lightly, "Call me by my name treasure of mine, my first, the honor belongs to you."

Tiki shuddered beneath his touch, a reaction which she loathed and loved all at once, "Laith...I belong to you, this collar is a sign of that. If you take it off, could you really trust me?" Her words were sincere, for she could do nothing but speak the truth of her heart right there and then, and yet there was something deeper about those words that Tiki tried her hardest to ignore.

Laith shrugged, his fingers moving to feel over the cool metal of the collar upon her neck, "No, I could not trust you, but if I do not deserve you then you will run from me, and I accept this."

Tiki's eyes grew wide, "Run? Why would I do such a thing?"

Laith chuckled, "Do not take me for a fool...When I sleep, I hear you in the very place the key is at, in a small chest on my dresser. You look, you touch, but you never free yourself. You must plan to leave at one point or another, is that not true?"

The collar upon her neck compelled her to tell the truth, and the sadness she felt at having Laith know her betrayal so soon melted any semblance of will she had, "Yes...I thought to take it tonight after we had our fun, for one last time."

Laith's smile never faded, though it seemed so sad to Tiki, "Is your passion for me false then?"

Tiki answered quickly, "No!"

Laith touched her chin very lightly before he stepped away across the rug and tapestry-laden room, at his dresser he took the small chest in hand, opening it to take a small key from it as he spoke, "I do not approve of the buying and selling of others. There are traditions that must be broken for progress. Even should you betray me, I would have no regrets."

Tiki felt her body lock up as Laith stepped back to her, key in hand, his free hand touching over her shoulder softly as he leaned down to place the key gingerly at the back of her collar, twisting ever so slowly until with a clink the collar popped open. She breathed in deep and shook as she felt the collar being taken from her neck, her feelings a maelstrom. She was free now, she was free to complete her mission, to return to her old life and do as she pleased without the collar compelling her to obey, and yet her feelings for the Malik did not change as she thought they would. She still looked upon him with big eyes, enamored, hungry for his touch, hungry for his love. Tiki practically sobbed as she felt his hand touch her cheek, she leaned to his touch, her own small hand touching his as she leaned into the kiss suddenly laid upon her lips by Laith.

There the two connected in a forbidden embrace, their mouths locked, the kobold's tail lashing, the human's robes slipping from his body as he began to work upon the meager amounts of cloth covering her body. She was still his, still his servant and lover, and perhaps that had been the most gratifying thing of all. Time would tell if she still planned on betraying him, but Laith could at least cherish this singular moment in time in which their lips were locked, in which he felt her hands feeling over his crotch and legs with just as much passion as when she had the collar on. Now, nothing mattered except their passion, their love, and he would enjoy this moment no matter what the future held.

Tiki's hands began to service her Malik without question and without wasting time. Tonight had to be the last time, tonight had to be the final time she showed this weakness to this man who had enslaved her and yet treated her with such kindness, he was the enemy, and yet she did not know if she could see him as anything but her lover. Already her hands were working to stroke his cock, marveling at the hunger in his kiss, at the power that he radiated as he stepped back and brought her to the mess of cushions and pillows that made up the Malik's bed. His strong hands sat her upon the bed with little question as to whether it was okay or not, her eyes, the way she purred when she touched him; that was all that was required to know if she accepted his advances, his control, and she did willingly. Tiki felt a deep-seated shame in all of this, a shame of what was to come should she not be able to complete her mission if she allowed herself to be swayed by passion, but as Laith's cock touched her snout, she had no other desire than to open her mouth and bring his cock into her mouth, her tongue coiling around his hot member, pushing forwards as she dragged every inch of his uncut shaft into her maw.

There was a comfortable familiarity in having his cock in her mouth. She had been frightened that he would be violent during their first time, but instead, he simply sat there and allowed her to go at her own pace, as he did now. Laith allowed her to feel the warmth of his cock against her tongue, the familiar twitches and throbbing of his member signaling his pleasure, his open mouth letting out a sweet sound that brought a shiver down the kobold's back and to her tail, a sound that was a single moment of weakness that not even his wife had heard before. She allowed herself to enjoy the moment, for her fingers to drift between her legs to prepare herself, to prepare her cunt for his cock, even though she was already so used to his shape and size.

Soon enough her bobbing back and forth upon his cock was not enough to satisfy him, and his hands moved to grip at her shoulders as his hips began to move back and forth to thrust and push himself inside of her mouth. Tiki continued moving, her tongue coiling around his cock as best as she could manage as she felt his cock swell just a bit, his twitching growing more frequent letting her know that he was oh so close to letting loose his royal seed. It wasn't long before she felt his thrusts grow shorter until finally, he pressed one last time to her mouth, the tip of his cock edged against her tongue as he let out a deep groan, thick cum pouring out onto her tongue, coating her mouth in that hot substance. She drank down every drop without complaint and even let out a trill muffled moan at the taste and sensation of pleasuring her master, rather, her lover. She no longer wore the collar, but still, she felt such elation at having done a good job at pleasing him. Slowly, Tiki pulled her mouth away and lowered herself onto her back, spreading her legs wide to present herself, her insides already ready for Laith's entrance, already prepared to take him, and her heart prepared to accept him at least one last time.

There at his bed, Liath laid over the kobold that was his servant, that is his lover. He gripped at his cock to press it between her legs and against the warm folds of her pussy, the tip pushing inside of her slowly as he pressed. Already he could hear her moan out for him, her claws against his side encouraging him to push on deeper. Those little claws would leave their mark, but he never cared, he always allowed it, always allowed her to touch because he wanted her to, because he desired for her to do it. Tiki, his servant, was the forbidden fruit that he had plucked, and he knew she was more than just a simple servant. As he thrust to her he wondered just when she would betray him if he would wake up with a knife in his heart by the end of the night, but it did not matter to him. He had grown soft with a monster of all things, a creature other than a human, other than his wife, and he wondered then what was wrong with himself? Laith could only smile as he brought himself further inside of the kobold, his cock slowly drifting deeper and deeper with every gentle push he gave her until finally, his balls touched her tail.

Adjusting himself and gripping at her ankles, he began to steadily rock himself back and forth inside of the kobold. At first he gave her his love gently, thrusting to her with as much kindness as he could muster, her moans small and her digits upon his side only lightly scraping at the skin, but as he felt the heat in his body build, so did build the speed at which he thrust inside of her. His hips were soon bucking, his cock thrusting deep inside of the kobold with every push. He could hear her moans growing louder, the cushions on which they laid upon jolting as he used more of his strength to thrust into her. He could feel her clamping around him, feel her tightening, her moans a song that called for more, and so he gladly gave it to her. His pleasure was only enhanced by the fact that the slave collar that had kept her bound to him was cracked upon the floor near the bed. There need not be such things anymore, he need not keep servants trapped like animals, and his lover would be no different.

Tiki felt herself so close already, their love making something entirely different tonight, her eyes closed tight as her entire form shivered and shook from the weight of her lover inside of her. This one last time, this one last time she would cry out his name, her body would shake in shame to the rhythm of his thrusts and she would tighten her legs around him as her climax was reached. Still, she brought her hips up in time with him, bringing his cock inside of her again and again, his cock twitching inside of her, her heart racing in anticipation of the sudden release that she knew was about to come! Tiki cried out then as she felt her insides become drenched in hot seed, her pussy taking in every drop without a problem even though she knew there was a small possibility of her womb bearing new life because of it. Laith did not care, in fact, as he came he buried himself further inside of her, almost as if he were trying to kiss her womb with the tip of his cock. It brought violent shivers through her body and she moaned out his name as she leaned to press against his body, her eyes shut there.

For a moment they embraced, they stayed still against the soft material of the cushions around them and simply enjoyed each other's touch. They did not move, did not say a single word, but in this silence, Laith felt something was wrong, and so he asked, "My rainfall, what is the matter?"

Tiki shivered and looked up to him from where her head was and she whispered so quietly he could not hear. Laith leaned in to see her eyes glowing, to hear the words come from her lips in a whisper, "Sleep love...I am so sorry..."

Laith felt his body grow heavy, his mind as well, and along with the slight tinge of sadness, he felt a bit of humor touch his heart, "I did not think you a Sahira...Is this my end then? So be it...At least my love was returned in full."

Tiki slipped from beneath her love and sat on the bed, her body shaking as she brought her hand up, a dagger made of light appearing. She grasped it tight and stared at the back of her love, she stared and stared some more. She had to leave soon with the information she had taken, but she had a mission, a mission to kill him, to take his life should she be able to after the information had been stolen, but the collar had rendered her stupid, had rendered her too soft. Her life as Tiki the servant had rendered her weak! She should not have fallen in love with the man in genuine, she had accomplished mission after mission of the same sort so many times before, but as she looked to his exposed back she lifted the dagger and drove it into one of the nearby cushions, a hiss and a scowl sounding off from her mouth as she moved off of the bed to dress in her servant's clothing. She would need to leave, need to steal some better clothing for the trip across the desert should she expect to survive it. With shaky heart, she looked back to her sleeping lover. She so desired to crawl beneath his arms and pretend that it had all been a dream, to start a new life here instead of where she belonged, but she would at least not falter there. Closing her eyes she turned away, turned away from her life as Tiki the servant to return to her days as Tikka the spy.