Life with Bandits - A Promise to Khusk 2
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Kret is at the mercy of the bandits and their leader, Khusk, but Kret is a resourceful kobold. While she does as she's told as a slave, her mind wanders towards the revenge she will have once she is free.
CW: Transphobia. The opinions expressed by characters in this story are not mine nor anyone else involved in the creation of this series.
This is part of a series I did with kobold dell'arte. I'm now bringing it to you so everything is in one place. Kret belongs to kobold dell'arte. Story written by me.
Art by Troutsworth.
Khusk's tongue delves into the kobold's mouth, only to rub against the strange smoothness of the egg. The lizardfolk blinks and hooks her tongue around the object, pulling it free from Kret's grasp. With a pop, their mouths disconnect, and the egg clatters to the floor, buzzing upon contact.
Khusk grasps the device between two fingers and holds it up to examine it. “What a strange thing to smuggle. Ever since we won this from you, I had to wonder what it is."
Kret scrambles to her feet, trying to grab the object away from the lizard's grasp, but Khusk presses a hand to her head, letting her flail around with no hope of success.
“You won't tell me? That's sad."
“It's personal," She screams, scratching for it. “I conquered someone for it. It's mine by right."
“Oh, so this is a trophy of yours," Khusk says. “Then you won't mind if I ask what it's used for."
Kret growls, her hands upon the lizard's arms, claws digging into her scales. “It's for pleasure! You happy now?"
Khusk looks to it, rolling it through her fingers, and then yanks Kret toward her.
The kobold falls over the lizard's lap, and a firm elbow pressed to her back keeps the little kobold from moving. “A device for pleasure?"
Khusk repeates. “How intriguing. Let's see how this works, then."
With that, Khusk pushes the item up against Kret's slit, rubbing the egg along it. “Look how weak you must be," Khusk says, “needing a device to bring you pleasure.
Kret's lips quivered under the ministrations, but she keeps her mouth shut to avoid making any sound.
Khusk tosses the egg aside, letting it roll in between the crates. “No. I am man enough to not need such things."
With that declaration, Khusk inserts three fingers inside of Kret. The scaled things burrow into her, stretching her.
The kobold hisses, stretching out over the lizard's lap, but unable to escape. The fingers pump into her, filling her up in a matter quite unlike the bard or the egg. She hisses and thrashes, but it avails her not, as Khusk plumbs her depths until the bandit chief is good and done.
With a plop, the lizard's hands pull free from Kret, leaving the kobold some temporary relief. But it isn't for long, as the bandit pulls the small female up by the hips until her sex is firmly in front of the lizard's face.
Khusk's tongue rolls out from within, brushing over Kret's slit. The kobold falls limp, feeling the muscle work its way over her sex and inside.
Dangling in the grasp of the bandit chief, Kret finds herself face-to-face with Khusk's battle skirt. Feeling the tongue probe deep within her, the kobold cannot help but twitch and squeak as the warmth from their connection tingles up through her body. So, she places her hands against the lizard's stomach, a soft grunt coming from Khusk as hands brush over the wound she had made earlier.
Kret's fingers move down towards Khusk's skirt, dipping in underneath. Suddenly, the kobold flies against the cart, tumbling aside and hitting the back. Khusk stands tall, looking down at her with narrowed, seemingly empty eyes.
“Who gave you permission to touch me there?" she snarls.
Kret pushes herself up, trying to get the daze to come out of her senses. “I thought you'd want to have some fun, too, mistress."
A fire burns in the lizard's eyes at those words and she grabs Kret by the throat, squeezing her collar and lifting the kobold up with prodigious strength. “Never," the lizard snarls, “refer to me like that. I am no one's mistress. I am no one's bitch. I am no one's woman. I am Khusk, and I am a powerful warrior, do you understand?"
Kret grabs onto the lizard's wrists, pushing herself up to keep herself from getting choked. She coughs out a quick response. “I am Kret. I am no one's slave. And, I never forget."
Khusk narrows her eyes and lets go, dropping Kret to the floor once more. “That is the spirit I admire in you, little one. Do well against Vijaya, and we will have much more to discuss in the future."
She rubs her neck, the collar around it slightly bent out of shape from the lizard's rage. She'll have to remember that when they meet again. “There won't be much to discuss," Kret admits. “Next time I plan to meet you, I'll be free of these chains, and I'll give to you everything you've given to me, with interest."
A smile cracks on Khusk's mouth. “Well, Kret, I would love to see that. If you rise from a lowly slave and become a true warrior, I will gladly meet you in that field."
“Crazy bitch," Kret muttres, trying to adjust the collar.
A growl emerges from Khusk, but the driver calls out. “Boss, we're approaching the trade off."
“Ha, your fortune avails you, sharp-tongue. We shall see you again, if you survive."
“It's… It's a date," Kret spits.
With one last grunt, Khusk pulls the curtain away, stepping out of the cart.
Kret shields her eyes, because the land beyond is a gleaming walled metropolis, filled with towering sky buildings reflecting the potent sun.
Before she can get herself up, the poor kobold is pulled once again from the kart by large and strong arms. So blinding is the city that she cannot see who it is that holds her or who speaks.
“Ah, yes. This most certainly is not the kobold we seek. Yet he'll do just nicely for the master's entertainment, I'm sure." “She," hisses the familiar voice of Khusk.
“Excuse me?"
“Kret is female. She will do just nicely for your master's entertainment."
“Ah, well, either way, they all end up in the same place once the master is done—in the pit with Aelis.