FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Hey! Fuckboy!" Kret snaps.

The catboy snaps his attention back to the kobold mistress.

She rolls on top of Vijaya, her arms crossed over her chest. "Look, my tail is broken, and I don't exactly have all day to make my point. Are you going to tear up his ass with that mace cock of yours, or am I going to have to diamond shatter ya?" She lifts one hand, pointing a finger upwards as magical energy congregates around that focal point.

Mewing in despair, but also an erection, the catboy fuckboy looks down toward the former mob boss's own rocket. He takes a deep breath and he says. "No... I am not some fuckboy. I'm... I'm a man, a real man! And my name is Chance! Remember that!" With his bold declaration, he lifts and spreads Vijaya's legs and shoves his barbed cat cock up into the kobold's hole.

Even with a mouth full of muff, the disgraced kobold screams into Kret, his tongue flailing wildly inside of her.

The new boss actually gasps herself, falling forward as the fuckboy fucks the kobold with quick and powerful thrusts.

Chance pants, puffing out his cheeks as he looks down to the smaller body. He expulses the air as he feels the tiny tunnel yield to his scratching shaft. He then declares, speaking with each of his thrust. "You! Just! Hired! Me! But! I! Know! You're! A! Poopy! Head! Take! This! You! Deserve! It!"

Tears stream down Vijaya's face as his anal virginity is slashed apart. His mind travels back to all the times he had Aelis execute people with her fuck and feast special. Is this what it's like to be on the other side? Is this his actual punishment for his hubris? Was he only ever expecting to have pain in his life, pain and humiliation by a vengeful and terrible ko-wooah now!

Out of nowhere, Vijaya's koboldhood feels the wet warmth of a tongue up against it and the slick, gorey body of his captor pressed up against his own.

Kret lays on top of Vijaya now, her eyes fixated on the fuckboy in front of her as she wraps her fingers around Vijaya's shaft and licks at the monster's red pole. She doesn't know why, and she'd never reveal it to him, but she is really getting into this threeway. Maybe she'll keep him around for a little bit longer after this...?

As Kret thinks about the possibilities, she feels how Vijaya's hips move much more than the thrusting of a fuckboy can do for him. She giggles to herself, letting her hands brush up and down his sides. Such a good boy he is, letting her have her way with him. She's almost anticipating the point where he'll try to pull a fast one on her.

Kret is done with fate kicking her in the naughty bits and then raping her over and over. She's in charge now. She's the one riding the kobold. She's the one sucking him off and milking him dry for her own perverse pleasure and not because he demanded it. It's not the taste of dick that brings her tongue to lap over his shaft over and over again. Neither is it the promise of Vijaya's kobold cum. No... it's the satisfaction of knowing that she can take from others as much as they steal from her, and to do it to such a powerful figure... it makes her shudder. So, she bobs her head up and down, her eyes flicking upwards to consider the fuckboy again. That stupid kitten keeps his eyes plastered on her as he pounds away, not even caring how much he may be damaging his boss. Did she really have this power over anyone? If she hadn't been so hasty in roasting the orc, could she have had him join in? Would the whole world become an orgy on the threat of death at the hands of a powerful sorceress!?

Maybe, but that isn't really the point.

Kret pulls her mouth away and lets out a low groan, grinding harder against Vijaya. She's getting close, so close. This is the first time she's had any interaction on her own terms since the bard deceived her. And, actually? It's about damn time she had the satisfaction of coming not because her body went into some sensory overload, but because she wanted it, needed it, desired it!

She envelopes the tip once again, hungrily taking in Vijaya. She can taste the pre that builds up within him. Vijaya is about to burst, and it's going to be all because of her and this fuckboy. She shivers just thinking about it and presses the tip to the roof of her mouth, milking it with her expert tongue, rubbing it against the ridges that line the inner workings of her face.

Down below her, the trapped Vijaya cannot help himself. He's stuck with pressure building up between his legs. His eyes squeeze shut as he hopes that no one would ever see him face such shame, because just as he thinks that, his rocket erupts, sending Kret's sought-after prize down into her throat.

The Mistress clamps the cock against the roof of her mouth, taking as much of it as she can. She then sits up, leaving Vijaya with a limp, wet dick. Tilting her head back, she groans as she swallows in front of the two men, sighing, and then turning the corner of her eye behind her to Vijaya. "Mmm... the perfect chaser to go with Lamia bitch. Let's get the rest of this off of you," she says, a growl in her voice as she revels in the taste. She leans forward again, rolling Vijaya back into her mouth with just her tongue.

Poor Chance has a front row seat to some grade A kobold fucking, but the catboy doesn't have the stamina of more hardened men. After all, this is his first time sticking his dick into anything that wasn't produce, and the slick sensation of Vijaya's asshole is just too much for him to handle. With a loud and feral mrowling, he pulls his cock out, glistening in his pre and a bit of red. He lets go of Vijaya, letting the kobold fall painfully on his tail before the cat's cock shudders and fires, threatening to cover the former kobold boss's tummy.