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Khusk sighs and leans back, the lizardfolk bandit leader enjoying the worshipful stance of the little kobold Kret. The leader gave approval to her by petting down along her back, going down all the way to her tail, and gripping the appendage with one hand while the other hand held tight to her leash.

Kret is stuck here with her tongue lapping up along the folds of thick and powerful muscle, dragging her teeth over the strong body, and shuddering the whole time.

"Something's bothering you," Khusk hisses, tightening the grip upon her. "Tell me all that you feel,"

"Oh gods," Kret breathes out, gripping onto her master's sides. "I just... you're just..."

"Yes...?" Khusk says.

She gulps, trying to find the words that would please her master but not offend him. "You're so, so, powerful, so much of a man."

A deep breath escapes the lizardfolk. "Yes," Khusk hisses, drawing out that last hiss. "Tell me more,"

"I'm nothing, I'm just a weak little wyrmling in front of your power. I have spells, I have wits. But I have nothing compared to you. You're just... how'd you get so mighty?"

"Dedication," Khusk says, chuckling. Hearing these platitudes, the chieftain lets go of her tail and leans an elbow on the arm of the throne, using a palm as a cheek rest. "Dedication to an ideal that few could ever hope to accomplish. No one sees me as weak. When they speak of me, they whisper of the terror of the bandit lord, the man who can slay a hundred men and break a thousand hearts."

Kret freezes at that, glancing up to her boss. "Have you... broken hearts?"

"When necessary," The lizard responds, mouth opening wide in a yawn. "You going to ask questions, or are you going to continue?"

Kret scrambles up, standing upon the lizard's thighs. She places her hands upon her leader's shoulders, and Khusk reaches up, cupping the little woman's rear. "You're so strong and so wise. Oh, Khusk..." Kret says, her eyes tearing up just a little bit. "I just... every moment since that first time you've taken me, I've fantasized about the next, never knowing when you'd exert your dominance over me, use me as you will. I just wish I could do more for you."

Khusk nods with each of those praises, but then blinks, and scratches under Kret's chin. "Interesting. You've become quite the slave, haven't you? Why do you throw your freedom away for me?"

"Because you are the strongest, the best!" Kret says, squeezing the lizard's shoulders, her breath becoming heavier. "I've been looking, boss, for magic... magic to help you."

Khusk closes Kret's mouth shut between an index finger and thumb. "None of that," Khusk says, and the lizardfolk stands up, making the kobold topple over. As Khusk stands up over her, the lord reaches down, undoing the battle skirt that covers that incongruous sex. Once removed, Kret sees the slit once more, a thing that has never once held a cock within it and has never accepted one. "Now, then, grab me my dick," Khusk says, "before I find a more creative, more painful way, to take you."

Kret scrambles to her feet and heads over to the drawer. But the collar catches her and she chokes on it a moment, stumbling back until her leash is slack.

Khusk chuckles and walks past her, a powerful tail slapping her in the rear as the lizardfolk pulls out the strap-on device. "Now, then," Khusk says, about to lock the loop in around the waist, "Let's begin."

"Boss, wait!" Kret squeaks.

Khusk looks over the shoulder and narrows a gaze at Kret. "You dare stop me from donning my manhood? What foolishness is this?"

"Doesn't..." Kret says, grinding her teeth a moment as she thinks of a way to finish her sentence. "Doesn't putting it on like that... hurt?"

Khusk grunts and turns around, letting go of the strap with one hand and getting down on one knee. "You're suggesting something. What is it?"

Kret takes a deep breath, her eyes closed as she thinks of the words to say. "Are you... are you wet, down there?"

Khusk grabs the leash and lifts the kobold up by it, dangling her in the air a moment. "You do NOT talk about this accursed wound between my legs! I am not some frail girl!"

Kret gasps, holding onto the collar to keep herself from choking. "But you said you... don't want... to change! Let me help... what you have! Make it... feel better!"

Khusk narrows eyes a moment and lets go, letting Kret drop down."You... want to help me?"

"Y... yes," Kret says, croaking. "I just, those things I've said about you... did I come off as false?

"You were laying the praise on a little thick, yes." Khusk says, but then frowns. "Wait, you actually think I'm the mightiest?"

"Meant every word," Kret says, pushing herself up.

Khusk's eyes widen a moment before returning to their normal contemplative slits. "Very well, but know this: This does not go outside the tent," the bandit lord says.

"O... of course not!' Kret says. "I wouldn't... I wouldn't want to diminish your image. Just a few minutes and it should be perfect. It should feel great! I just need... my hands, my mouth."

Khusk nods, and motions to the floor. "Lay down."

"Y-yes, sir!" Kret says, not even caring to suggest a less awkward position. She lays flat on her back, staring up at the roof. Soon, Khusk arrives, staring down at her, that gash in her eyesight. The leader squats down, a growl rising from the throat. "Don't make this be a waste of my time, slave, or you will regret it.

Kret gulps, nods, and closes her eyes. "Alright, then. I guess... here goes nothing." And with that, she buries her snout into her master's reptilian mound.

Khusk gasps as Kret's tongue explores a place oft forgotten by the reptilian leader. The tongue pushes open that which was kept closed by the lizard, and Khusk cannot help but pant at the feeling of someone inside for the first time in a long, long time.

Meanwhile, between her master's legs, Kret keeps up the good work, putting to use the techniques she learned pleasuring men to give this one a different sort of oral experience. She knows that Khusk is likely to end it long before it can go to completion, but she doesn't care.

What she doesn't suspect, however, is when Khusk grabs her horn and pulls her in closer. The kobold squeaks under the sudden shove, her jaws wide open against the opening, teeth grazing the scales all around.

"Do not think me weak because I am enjoying this. I will not accept another tool in there. I am not a breeder, but, I suppose I don't have to be." Khusk chuckles, a shudder moving up along the lizardfolk's scaled body. Casually, with a free hand, the boss lifts up the strapon, holding it where Kret can see. "I've been sufficiently serviced. Let's see if this body's own secretions are enough." With that, Khusk slides the end that goes inside down in between those lips.

Most other times, the leader would just have to hold back the wince. The price of manhood is pain. That is a truth Khusk accepted a long, long time ago. But this time, with the lingering phantom of Kret's tongue, the piece slides in easily.

Khusk gasps, holding onto the phony phallus. This time, the bandit holds back a smile. Pain had been the indicator of pleasure for all those years, but did Kret stumble upon some long-lost secret?

Kret smiles when she sees the surprise upon Khusk's face and opened her own mouth, saying. "See, doesn't that feel loads bet-"

Kret's words are interrupted when the lizard grabs her by the horns and pulls her in over the cock. Just like with Khusk's body, Kret is expected to lube up the thing going inside of her.

Her eyes roll back, her cheeks puffing out from the sudden force, air pushing around in her mouth. She groans after some of it escapes, making a less-than-flattering sound.

But Khusk laughs, rubbing a hand over her skull. "Come on... did you really think you wouldn't service this today?"

Kret growls and grips onto her boss's hips, sliding to her knees and taking the pole, and doing it deep! Her small body meant that any human's member was massive. She had to get over her gag reflex quick, so she tilts her head back and opens her eyes as she watches her boss's reaction to the length bulging her neck. When the lizardfolk pulls back, she doesn't even rub her throat, but instead just chuckles with a slightly hoarse throat.

"So, you've been hiding this side of you from me this whole time."

"What's to hide?" Kret croaks. "You've been using me as your personal slut for a while now."

"Indeed," Khusk says, standing tall. The lizard strokes a palm underneath the cock and shrugs. "This isn't good enough," Khusk says, stepping over towards the box. A small vial holds the magic needed to keep the length lubricated. The lizard pours it onto his palms and rubs his hands together. Facing away from the kobold, Khusk continues to speak. "How long have you taken that lowly, womanly profession?"

"Years," Kret admits, pushing herself up, sitting with legs spread. "And... and maybe it wasn't so lowly. Sure, it was demeaning sometimes, and the lumberjacks weren't the most gentle lovers, but, I charmed you with what I learned there."

"True..." Khusk says. "It also means I can more readily take you without guilt!" The bandit leader then pounces upon the kobold, who didn't see the speed coming. Grabbing onto her ankles, Khusk lifts up the kobold enough, pushing her legs back, and putting her sex at the forefront. "How flexible," the leader comments, a tongue rolling out. Khusk presses that muscle upon Kret's slit, wriggling inside, spreading her apart just as Kret had done Khusk earlier.

Kret whines, her legs burning, but not so much to hurt. It had been a while since she's bent that way, but it is a familiar pain, one her body becomes more adjusted to, more happy with.

Soon, Khusk is face-to-face with Kret, with a crimson tongue lowering to her mouth. Kret sighs and licks at it, tasting herself as well as her boss. The kobold shudders, but has no time to enjoy the taste before the hips thrust forward, burying the fake cock into her slit!

Kret tilts her head back, screaming in elation as she's being taken. She no longer has to imagine a human man, strong and rugged. Khusk has everything one could have and more, and the leader has been good to her, if a bit rough. And soon, she's learning that isn't a problem, either.

Khusk grunts and thrusts over and over again into the kobold, letting the smaller body push the loose length a bit into Khusk's own form. The stimulation pushes the bandit forward, making Khusk rut into Kret with the rhythmic thrusting of an animal in need of release.

Outside, the bandits stop when they hear the loud cries of orgasm coming from both of the participants of the tent. Shifty eyes and wary murmurings win the day. No matter what slave they brought to their master's tent, none have given quite that reaction.

Soon, Khusk emerges, dressed back in the battle skirt, with the little leashed kobold behind the leader. With a smile on Khusk's face, the lizard shouts. "I know you're all jealous. But keep your minds, and your hands, to yourself!" With a slight growling coo, Khusk pats Kret on the head and says. "This one is mine alone!"