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Sometimes, Kret wonders about that day. She wonders what would have happened if she spoke up to Estrasa's envoy. She wonders what would have happened if she made that evil monarch angry with her master Vijaya. For the first few weeks of her servitude, it was a thought that came to her mind over and over again, but as time went on, it came to her less and less. Now, it just comes as a passing fancy, a crazy "what if" in her life involving adventure, action, bloodshed, and betrayal.

It's a fancy she blocks out almost immediately as it comes to haunt her.

"Good girl," her master growls. Vijaya lounges back on his cushioned seat, his long, feathered outfit unbuttoned down the middle, showing off his toned underbelly and giving the slave easy access. He runs one hand over his feathered hat of office and the other rests upon her crown. Right by her horn, his sharp black talon scratches, getting her right where she liked it. Right where he scratched as he spoke to the envoy. It means he's nervous and that he's turning to her for support.

The green kobold looks up to meet his gaze. She can see his whole upper body from here. He doesn't look down at her, however, keeping her as some afterthought as he looks off towards his guest. Her tail swishes back and forth underneath the desk, her fingers resting upon his uncovered thighs. He's busy doing his job as the leader of the crime syndicate. She's busy doing her own as his personal plaything.

She reminds herself to do as she was taught back at her old business. She lets her long tongue wrap around the shaft, making sure it gets nice and wet. The taste of his meat is something she's come to expect pretty much every day, and the days she's without it seems sorely incomplete. She guides the shaft up along the roof of her mouth, letting his cock feel the texture as the head squishes against her. She minds her teeth to not do him any undo harm, but Vijaya likes to live on the edge sometimes, and when he squeezes her horn, she knows he wants that feeling.

Gulping, she closes her eyes and focuses squarely on her mouth, bringing her jaws closer together and providing pressure against his cock. Her sharp carnivore teeth scratch along his flesh, just enough to stimulate, perhaps irritate, but not enough to lacerate.

The growl that rises up from his chest--is it a response to what his audience says, or does he merely enjoy what she's doing for him? She tunes out all the conversations, as it is not something for a slave to worry herself over. Instead, she lowers herself so that there's a straight shot from her mouth to her throat. When he gets frisky, he loves it like this. As if on cue, her master leans up, placing a hand on the table and thrusting forward.

Only a squeaking glugging sound comes from her throat as he thrusts forward, his kobold cock sliding down into throat, bulging her neck with lewd results. She grabs onto his hips harder to keep herself in place.

He slams the table, barking in that language she hasn't yet learned.

His guest yaps with a worried tone.

She bobs her head, spit sloshing around in her mouth, drool dribbling out of the side of her maw.

Soon enough, her master hisses, and Vijaya ejaculates into her throat, sending his seed straight into her stomach. The slave laments not having a taste of her master's cum, but as he pulls out, she hungrily laps up at the head, taking every small bit that she can from him. Her dedicated actions earn her one last spurt from the kobold crime boss, and her whole body shudders, knowing that she was able to earn his pleasure and that she'll get herself another treat soon enough.

Taking a deep breath, Vijaya shows no sign that he had just climaxed, and instead scoots his seat back. His cock leaves with one last plop, leaving Kret with a dollop of semen on her chin, one she is far too wise to lick up just yet.

"So, Miss Kashlyn," he says, clicking his finger on his pet's horn. "I need to ask you if you've met my pet, yet."

Kret's eyes widen, and she licks up the cum and gulps the rest down before she stands up, fully nude save for the collar her master provides her. She glances over towards the woman, a chubby, decadent thing, her own eyes half-lidded as she takes in the woman. Quite a repugnant human.

"Kret here is my best concubine," he says, "but she also has other uses..." he reaches up, scratching her head again. Kret purrs for her master, leaning over the table and lifting her tail up for him, her fingers flicking on the table, scratching out the motions she knows all-too-well.

"She loves to please me, and hates it when I'm upset, isn't that right, Kret?"

Kret swishes her tail against his cheek, a gesture he returns with a swift nuzzle. "That's right, you know when your master is angry. What do you do to those who anger him?"

Kret flashes her gaze right at the woman, her face contorting into a scowl as she raises one hand up, throwing the arcane energy she was charging right through the woman, the power setting her ablaze.

As the subordinate screams and runs around the room, Vijaya hops off of his chair and leans over his favored pet, his body looming over her, his mouth right by her ear. "That's my perfect little pet," he growls, his hand moving around her, rubbing at her underbelly. "My beautiful weapon. I may not have earned any favors with Estrasa when those idiots caught you, but I can't imagine my empire without your power."

Kret sighs as he looms over her, just idly watching as he reaches up around her and grabs a bell, sliding it on over towards her. "Here... why don't you call your reward this time...?"