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Being the boss is never an easy job. In management, you need to wear multiple hats, so to speak. One must be able to do everyone's job, plus coordinate a diverse workplace, ensure your employees are fairly compensated, and follow up to ensure everyone is performing at a satisfactory level. There is often little reward for the extra effort. Perhaps a slightly larger pay or other benefits, but usually the position is a necessary and thankless one.

Krivicious Morendathia, or simply Boss Kriv to his underlings, wouldn't have it any other way. Controlling by nature, the golden half-dragon had inherited none of his parent's sense of equality and justice and all of their greed and vanity. After an unsuccessful run as a paladin, Kriv turned to a lucrative life of crime, robbing from 'good' and 'evil' alike. He hoarded his wealth much like his lineage would suggest, keeping most of it in a secure location, unknown even to his crew.

Kriv stood on the shore of a dark lake in a sea-facing cavern, the salt water lapping at his boots. Greta, hobgoblin ex-captain hailed him as the little boat drew near. Hunch and Hobb, the two goblins, stood behind her, grinning with their sharp little teeth as Tim the one-eyed ogre rowed on. Aboard the boat was the last of an impressive haul they'd made off with just last week, the bulk of a hoard belonging to a recently-deceased red dragon. Fortunately for Kriv and crew, the party of dragonslayers decided to come back later for the treasure. A poor decision, to be sure.

The boat landed and his crew disembarked, hauling it to shore along with its valuable contents. He helped them empty it out, dropping the sacks of gold and gems and heavy chests on the pebbly shore.

"Here's all the rest, boss. All counted up and accounted for," Greta reported, kicking the largest chest. "Except for this one. Still can't pop the lock."

Kriv turned to the two goblins. "Well? What exactly do I pay you two for?" he growled.

"Sorry, boss," Hunch quickly apologized.

"Y-yeah, sorry!" Hobb echoed.

"I didn't ask for an apology," Kriv snapped. "Get to work."

They scrambled to get their tools, and immediately set about picking at the lock. The chest was large and ornate, made of solid black wood with intricate copper trim. It was the one thing the twins couldn't get unlocked while still in the dragon's lair, and thus were forced to bring it along.

Hunch and Hobb picked and tinkered for several long minutes, pocking and prodding, bickering with each other in hushed Goblin. The others stood impatiently nearby, watching as they worked.

Finally, there was a loud click.

"Got it!" Hunch cried triumphantly.

"Wait," Hobb hesitated. "What if it's trapped?"

"Wha-" Hunch did not finish the word before a heavy gout of magical flame erupted from the lock.

Kriv, Greta, Tim, and Hobb dove desperately out of the way. Hunch was not so lucky, getting a face full of fire. The flame petered out quickly, leaving a smoking goblin lying on the shore.

"Heal him, quickly," Kriv barked, rising.

Tim darted forward with a grunt, and produced a dirty bottle of thick, red liquid. Kneeling, the ogre uncorked the bottle and jammed the opening into Hunch's mouth. The liquid gurgled down the goblin's throat, the magic running its course. The crew watched as the goblin's cindered flesh renewed itself to a semi-healthy shade of pea-green, covered in soot but intact. He blinked and coughed, shuddering.

"Thanks..." he wheezed.

"No problem," Tim rumbled.

"Wow!" a small voice chimed in. "That was a close one!"

All eyes turned to the chest. Peering down at the unfortunate goblin from the open chest was a small, dark figure. Scales of polished obsidian shimmered in the lamplight, and small, curly horns decorated with gold and silver rings glittered as well. A short, fat tail swished back and forth.

"Hello!" the kobold greeted.

Kriv stalked forward, scowling. Yelping, the kobold let the lid drop. Kriv growled and threw it open again, grabbing her by the ankle and hauling her up. She squirmed, chittering in her yip-yakking kobold language. Kriv eyed her. She was hardly dressed, with a thin gauzy white material wrapped around her chest and in a loose loincloth around her waist, leaving little to the imagination.

"What is this?" Kriv growled.

"Looks like a kobold, boss," Greta stated.

"I can see that," seethed Kriv. "What is it doing in my treasure chest?"

"Oh, see, well, uhm," the kobold piped up. "I served Lord Graxxius the Death Spitter, and well, when I heard those adventurers coming I uh, hid in here so they wouldn't find me, and uhm.... I couldn't get out again."

"Hmph," Kriv grunted, unimpressed. "So you're as disloyal as you are cowardly."

"You got me all wrong!" proclaimed the kobold. "If I got chopped up by those adventurers, there'd be no one to maybe possibly one day kinda, I dunno, resurrect Master Graxxius or something!"

"So you're a necromancer, too?"

"Oh! ...well, no," the kobold admitted.

Kriv snorted, a tendril of smoke issuing forth. "So what exactly did you do for the wyrm?"

"Well, y'see, I wasn't a regular kobold! He considered me a real treasure, a part of his hoard, like," she explained. "I provided.... _Other_types of services..." she hinted, winking up at the half-dragon.

There was a long pause as Kriv glared down at the dangling kobold. His crew remained silent.

"I'm Vilu by the way!" Vilu chirped. Kriv lowered her back into the chest and closed the lid. "Hey!"

"Divide the loot. Greta, lock my share in the office. Hide the boat and lay low for a week." Kriv grunted and lifted the heavy chest. "This one's mine."

"Yes, boss."

"Sure thing, boss."

"Right away, boss."

Vilu rolled and knocked against the walls of the box, yelping as Kriv hauled her up.

"Let me out, at least! I can walk, y'know!"

"Quiet," came a stern growl. "Hoards don't talk."

Vilu wisely shut her mouth, curling up inside the dark chest. They traveled for some time, and she had no idea where she was nor what direction Kriv was taking her.

Finally, Vilu could hear Kriv's heavy boots on stairs, and the slamming of a door. She grunted as the chest was dropped, and yipped as Kriv kicked it over, spilling her onto the floor. She sat up, looking around.

Comfortable-looking furniture and shelves of thick books surrounded them. A large desk dominated the northeast corner, stacked with pages and an old, leather-bound ledger. There was an old globe in the opposite corner, and a tall cabinet filled with expensive bottled spirits. An open door to the south lead to other rooms.

Kriv strode over to the cabinet and pressed the secret unlocking mechanism. He selected a bottle and a short glass, pouring himself a drink.

"Fancy den," marveled Vilu.

"I do well for myself," Kriv replied, shifting to a less brusque tone. He kicked off his boots and settled onto a green velvet couch opposite the desk. "Tell me, Vilu," he said after a sip. "Can you clean?"

Vilu nodded. "Of course! I was charged with polishing many things in Graxxius' hoard..."

"Not what I meant," he grumbled. "Can you pick up a broom and clean?"

"Oh!...sure!" She nodded.

"Good. I've needed a maid for some time," he said, taking a deep sip of his glass.

Vilu stood, grinning at him. "At your service, Lord..."

"Kriv."

"Lord Kriv..."

He held his empty glass to her. "Give me another drink."

She nodded eagerly. "Right away!"

After some difficulty of wrangling a step stool and reaching for the right bottle, Vilu refilled his glass and padded over to him. "Good..." he rumbled, and in a smooth motion, picked her up by the hips and settled her into his lap. She was half his height, all curves and silky-smooth scales. She was clearly well cared-for under her previous 'employ'.

"This is more like it," she purred, tail wagging.

"I'm sure," he said, taking a swig. "I can guess how you're used to being treated."

"And does Lord Kriv care to continue such treatment...?" she smiled, violet eyes gleaming.

He replied by firmly grabbing one of her horns and pulling her into a deep, wet kiss. She responded in kind, purring into his mouth and stroking his scaly gold whiskers. With one claw, he removed the thin material from her chest and waist, dropping it to the floor. His hand wandered, stroking her soft curves and between her breasts. Her scales were well-polished, shining in the soft lamp light. He broke the kiss to look at her, fondling at her plump little breasts.

"Do you like what you see, my Lord?" She cooed, leaning back to give him a better view.

"Not disappointed," he rumbled back. She groaned softly as he plied at her dark nipples, her smaller hands holding his thick wrists. He toyed with and explored her for a long while, eliciting soft huffs and groans from the kobold. He shifted, pulling her closer to his maw and holding her hips tightly. She gasped as a thick, black tongue lapped her cunt from end to end. He licked at her nether region, dragging his tongue over her clit over and over.

She moaned at the rough attention, holding onto his horns. She gasped again as he slipped his tongue inside, exploring her warm depths. She shuddered with pleasure as he expertly tasted her, thick dragon tongue sliding deep inside her.

Snout sufficiently wet, Kriv pulled his tongue out, licking his lips as she panted in his grip.

"Do I suit your tastes, Lord Kriv?" she asked breathily, cunt shining wet.

"You'll do," he responded, swallowing the rest of his drink. "You'll do just fine."

With a firm grip, he turned her around, her rear at his muzzle. She got his message, eyes brightening as she spied the hardened lump beneath his pants. With practiced ease, she pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock out to bounce and throb freely. He grunted as she touched his thick, dark shaft, stroking it from tip to base with gentle fingers.

"Let's not beat around the bush, now..." Kriv rumbled, and firmly pushed her head down until Vilu was nose-to-tip with his leaking cock.

She wordlessly opened her mouth and swallowed him to the base.

He groaned loudly, thrusting into her waiting throat. "Very, very good," he growled, keeping her in place for a brief moment before pulling back.

"Thank you, Lord Kriv," she huffed quickly. She wasted no time in going back down on him, sucking and slurping his hard tool up and down. He sighed contently, resting one hand on the back of her head, letting her work. He hissed with pleasure as she stroked his fat, round golden balls, rolling them carefully in her expert hand.

He tried not to thrust too hard, but found it too tempting to simply fuck her willing throat. She put up no protest, groaning around his shaft as she bobbed and sucked. He briefly wondered if the rings around her horns were somehow magical. He dismissed the thought, focusing on the task at had.

After several long minutes, he pulled free of her mouth with a sloppy noise.

"Not bad," he rumbled softly, letting her catch her breath as his cock throbbed and glistened. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you around, little thing."

"Yes, Lord Kriv," Vilu panted, fingers busy on her clit as she stroked him with a free hand. "I live to serve you."

"Heh," he chuckled, rubbing holding her fat tail up and rubbing her little hole with his thumb. "Did the dragon teach you to say that?"

"No, Lord Kriv," she huffed, working herself faster. "I feel happiest when I am at the service of someone..."

"Well," he growled, roughly flipping her onto the couch and pulling her legs apart. "Aren't you lucky I found you?"

He aimed and shoved his cock into her soft warm cunt, thrusting hard.

She yelped and wailed as she came, little does curled as he pinned her to the couch, holding her ankles tightly. With swift, hard thrusts, Kriv pounded the kobold with the desperation of someone who had not been relieved of sexual pressure in weeks. He held out as long as he could, grunting and panting as he listened to the climaxing Vilu beneath him. He readjusted into a firm press, bouncing hard up and down, slamming their hips together.

"Not sure grunt if half-dragons are as grunt verile as grunt their parents," he mused, shoving balls-deep into his willing, moaning vessel. "But I'm betting we'll find out...."

Vilu groaned loudly, nearing a third orgasm as her new master pushed in again and again.

"Y-yes, Lord Kriv," she managed to pant. "B-breed me...!"

"With _grunt_pleasure!" Kriv snarled.

He did not slow as he came, cock throbbing hard as a gush of hot white draconic jizz filled the kobold's twitching snatch. Vilu could hardly make a sound as she gripped the couch, body overwhelmed as Kriv thrust inside one last time. He kept her locked there as his own orgasm steadily petered out. She whimpered and gasped for breath, trapped beneath Kriv's muscled form.

After a few moments, Kriv reluctantly slipped his wet cock free, and a wave of hot seed issued from between Vilu's dark thighs. She lay there, helplessly panting and leaking cum as he rose.

"When you've regained your senses, pet," he said, panting. "Clean yourself and the couch. Water's down the hall, last room on the left. Rags in the bin."

"Yes..." she nodded obediently. "Right away, Lord Kriv..."

Kriv smirked. "I think this will work out just fine, little Vilu..." he chuckled, stalking down the hall to change clothes.

Vilu sat up once the room stopped spinning, gazing down as her jizz-coated thighs and cunt. She smiled. This was going to be much easier than serving her last master....