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The council of the Dragon's Heir tribe meets to discuss with the Queen. With Tik Tik's shakeup recently, the Queen had become quite cold, but she said one interesting thing to them. "It seems everyone is taking to our local wizard's teachings. So please, go ahead and do whatever it is you wish. A queen cannot rule over an unhappy populace. But know this, it will be more difficult to control your subordinates if they are off rutting about. So keep them in check."

With that, she spreads her wings and walks away, shielding herself from their sight.

Kishke, the captain of the guard, rolls her good eye and looks over towards Tikit, the Trapmaster. "So, anyone here have any troubles with the new relaxed fraternization code?"

"I've deposited my seed enough for my lifetime, thank you very much," Tikit says. "Though, some of my workers are designing strange contraptions. You?"

"They're calling it 'bonding exercise.' Got to say, our fights against monsters in the deep have gone smoother since kobolds now care for one another as individuals instead of just as a unit. How about you, Prakibak?"

The dig boss jumps as she asks, and he rubs over one of his horns. "M-me? I, uh, I fucked the new coordinator."

Tikit pushes himself up and says. "Well, that's enough for me!" he says. "Shall we all take a break?"

The other kobolds nod in agreement, and join him, but not Kishke. She stifles a laugh. "That flamboyant plumed one?" Wow, I didn't think you liked them so colorful."

Prakibak growls, slamming his hand upon the stone table. "You're just jealous I can get some action, Kishke. Gal like you who isn't a breeder tends not to get much, right?"

"You trying to start something?" Kishke asks, growling as she leans in, narrowing her good eye. "Or are you trying to start something else?"

He stands up tall, looking down to her, but as she stands, he realizes she's actually looking down at him. "Because, I can go for a little something right about now..."

Prakibak gulps before he's pinned up against the wall. Kishke's tongue slithers out, licking over his neck. She traces her claw down along the side of his top, gripping before she lifts it up over his head. He complies to her actions, not wanting his good outfit destroyed. Once his top is stripped off, she starts to unbutton her armor and ornaments, letting them clatter to the floor to show off her scarred green body. "You like pretty things like Tik Tik and that Dalisk," she says. "Guess you won't care for a veteran like me."

He moves his hands to her sides and narrows his gaze, shaking his head. He slips down onto his knees, pulling down her leggings to expose the rest of her body. "No, that's not true. It's just... we're both her friends. Would she..."

"You're lucky enough to get to be Tik Tik's first experiment," Kishke says, running a hand along his horn. Gripping hard on both, she pulls him in close, smashing his snout up against her slit. "She told me how much you enjoyed having her in control."

He grunts, but doesn't protest. Instead, he holds onto her thighs and presses his nose up against her folds. The warrior grips onto the hard laborer's horns as she thrusts her hips forward, standing on her tiptoes as he slithers his tongue deeper inside of her.

With broken breaths, Kishke speaks up, saying "I... I miss her..."

He pulls back, licking his mouth, and nods. "Yeah, me too..."

She lifts her leg, resting it over his shoulder, and pushes his back with her heel. "D... did I say you could stop?" she asks.

Grunting in surprise, he looks up to her and says. "H-hey, I just thought you'd want something else, is all."

"You're not the one running the show here, Dig Boss," she says, and she pushes him against her more, her soldier's body allowing her to overpower him and bury his face against her. "But, maybe sometime," she sighs. "I'd just love to give this a try with some of the cuter guys out there. You're a bit too buff for my taste, but... I bet I taste good, don't I?"

Prakibak nods, and the truth of this proclamation becomes obvious between his legs, where his leggings betray his growing erection.

"How's it feel, Dig Boss, to have someone else give you orders? Do you like it?"

"Mmmm!" he nods, squeezing her thighs as he continues to lap up within her.

She sighs, shuddering as she leans in, holding onto his shoulders for support. "Because... it feels... it feels really good to have people do what I say. I've always loved that... and-and I always get what I want, except for one person." She tightens the grip on his horns as she looks up towards the wall. "Her highness, so high and mighty. She thinks she can boss us around just because she was touched by a dragon's grace." She pants, just rubbing over his head a she rocks her hips. "I just want to... mnngh... I just want to bend her down, put in one of Tikit's kobold's contraptions between my legs, and pound the smug right off of her face! I think. I think... I aaaaaaah!"

Her orgasm hits him plain on the face, and Prakibak sputters, pulling himself away, panting for breath. He stares up at her once he catches it, and she runs a hand along her own frill as she looks down at him. "What are you looking at?" she asks, moving her leg off of him, and pressing her foot between his legs. "This is just bedtalk between us, got it? You don't go telling people my fantasies now, or I'm going to have to be rougher than this with your length." She punctuates this by pushing her foot harder against him, making him whimper. But she smiles, pulls her foot away, and kisses him on the forehead. "Good talk. We should do this again." And with that, she picks up her things and walks off, leaving a confused and unsatisfied Prakibak left to figure out what the hells just happened.