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Large iron cuffs that hung loose on tiny kobold wrists. Dragged by chains into the deepest parts of the castle. Past cages of disfigured humans calling out for death. The guards jerks the chains toward a wooden door. A halo of light outlining it like an inn in the dark. The soldier kicks the door open. A spindly man sits in a wooden chair reading a book. Staring at him felt like looking up at a giant spider web. A spidery man. A body too small or legs too long he gave an insect like impression. His sharp eyes not helping him look human. He smiles at the guard. His eyes flick to the guards hands and follows the chain it holds to his newest toys. His smile grows widder. The soldier looks at him with disdain. Hanging the loop of the chain onto a meaty hook the wall.

“Just do your job.” The guard commands.

The man smiles. “Do I ever not?”

The guard rolls his eyes. “Quickly. No wasted time with your… curiosities.” He slams the door on his way out. Leaving the man and two kobolds alone in a large room. Tables filled with jagged instruments. Cords and pulleys. Esoteric blades of all shapes and sizes, more fit for a kitchen than an armoury.

The man looks over the two kobolds. His eyes scan the one in front of him. Broad shoulders and a square snout. Chipped horns and the scales as blue as sapphires. The one behind him is much meeker by comparison. Slender. Her ribs almost visible behind her scales. Scales opaque and red like cinnabar.

The man leans back in his chair. “So what’d you do?”

The question hangs in the air. Neither kobold speaking.

“Perhaps I was too forward. Let’s start over. I’m Anon. Can I get you anything? Water food?” Not waiting for a response he gets up. Grabbing wooden cups off a metal table he walks through a door in the back of the room. The sound of running water and a shuffling of boxes. Then he returns with two cups of water and a hunk of meat. Setting the water down in front of the kobolds he turns to an unlit fire pit. Metal instruments stick out from it. He knocks them aside, spilling coals onto the ground. A metal brand falls to the ground. Clattering loud enough to make the kobolds flinch. It has a capital A as the logo. Both the kobold’s eyes dart towards the noise then linger when they comprehend what it is. The man laughs. “Don’t worry. It’s not for you. Can’t brand scales, sillies.” He pinches his chin between his pointer finger and thumb. Pulling at skin a few times. Contemplating for a moment before shrugging the thought away. He flicks a match into the fire pit. Pulling out a long metal poker he skewers the meat and rests it over the fire. Before returning to his seat. He notices the untouched water.

“It’s not poisoned. I would never poison such beautiful creatures.”

This elicits a scoffful chuckle from the male kobold. Not really a chuckle. More a quick passage of air through the nose.

“What? Never been called beautiful before?”

The kobold glares at the man. Anon extends his hands towards the male kobold. The red one shrinks as the human draws closer. “May I touch?” He asks the blue one. Anon taking the lack of a response as begrudging consent begins to feel the side of the kobold’s head. Rubbing the small scales around the eyes. Enjoying their coolness and slick texture. Like a freshly lacquered table. “I know a lot about kobolds. Of all the demi humans they are my favorite. I’ve studied them near religiously.” He slides a hand around the back of the head. Running a finger against the grain of the scales. Feeling their peaks dig into his fingers. “For instance. Right behind the horns…” He moves his fingers to the base of the horns. Softly massaging the small bit of skin between horn and scale. A low moan escapes blue’s lips. It quickly turns to a growl and a quick nip at Anon’s hand. Teeth finding purchase in arm. The girl grabs the male and pulls him to the ground. Anon shakes his arm free from the crocodilian teeth. The female frightenedly peers over the male’s head. “Is an erogenous zone.” Anon finishes his sentence. Her eyes look at the kobold’s groin. At half mast peaking out of his cockslit is his pinkish cock. She looks at Anon with wide eyes. Anon turns away, eyeing his wound he grabs a rag from a nearby table he holds it against the wound. After a minute he removes the rag and pours a bottle of alcohol on it. Rubbing a white power onto the wound and producing a sewing kit. He talks as he sews the wound closed.

“Was that called for?” He asks. Getting no answer he continues. “I have treated you with nothing but kindness and this is how you repay me? I don’t want to hurt you, but you are quickly making it the only option.” Another silence and he begins to grow angry. “Speak!” He makes an exaggerated hand motion whipping loose blood across the room. “Is your mouth good for nothing?” He yells.

“No.” The female finally speaks.

“No, what?”

“No, he shouldn’t have done that.” her meek voice barely more than a whisper.

“He shouldn’t have done that, what?”

She looks at anon in confusion. Not understanding what he was getting at. He looks up from his sewing to meet her eyes. “SSSSS” He makes a sound like a snake.

“Sir?” She doubtfully asks.

Anon nods.

“He shouldn’t have bit you, sir.” She repeats.

Anon gives a warm smile and nods. “Ope! Meat’s probably done by now.” He stands up. The needle dangles from his arm and grabs the spit roast from the firepit. He goes to hand it to her, but stops. “Best not to give you anything that can be used as a weapon.” He slides the meat off the spit with his boot. Letting it fall to the ground in front of the kobolds. “Don’t worry. My office is so clean you can eat off the floor.” He chuckles as he sits back down. As he pokes the needle in and out his skin the girl struggles with the heavy chains as she reaches for the meat. Anon watches her for a few moments before nudging it closer to her with the poker.

“Thank you.”

“MMM?” Anon chides.

“Thank you, sir.” She corrects herself.

“You’re very much welcome. Little one. Glad one of you has some sense.”

The male has calmed himself. He watches the female eat. Eyeing the entire room suspiciously. Anon ties off the thread and clips it with his teeth. “I was thinking about names.” He turns and locks eyes with both of them before continuing. “You will be Cin.” He points to the red one then points to the blue ones. “And you’ll be Saph.”

“We have names!” The newly named Saph cries out. Anon ignores him instead looking deep into the yellow slitted eyes of Cin. “Did he say something? I couldn’t hear him.” She looks between the two nervously. Not sure who’s side to take. She ultimately decides to mediate. “He said that we already have names, sir.”

“Yes, and now you have new ones.” Anon states coldly.

“You can’t just change our names!” The blue one shouts. Anon locks eyes with him. A fierce glare makes Saph double think, but he holds fast to his pride.

Anon rests his chin on his stitched hand. “I think you’ll find that changing your name is the least I can do.” He pauses before speaking again. “Now why don’t you tell me why you’re down here, Saph.”

Saph looks at him with defiance. Anon gleefully meets his glare.

“We don’t know, sir.” Cin speaks up.

“Now now Cin. I asked Saph.”

“We don’t know.” Saph speaks. Anon closes his eyes for a second. Softly weighing his plans with his job.

“Well, I’ve heard that one before, it’s the first defense for people who are brought into my office, but I normally get them to talk. Though your uniqueness does impose on me certain restrictions.” Anon’s eyes land on his table of tools. Pliers, punches, skin peelers, fish scalers, hacksaws, butcher knives. “That is to say. I wish to keep you in one piece. A challenge I think I can keep as long as you cooperate”

“Why, sir?” Cin speaks.

Anon smirks. “The guards so rarely bring me interesting species. Well, ones that peak my interest. Humans are all” He puts on a high pitch voice “I’ll tell you anything you want. Please just stop.” Then returning to his regular voice. “And that’s only after the first few teeth.” He looks down at his hand. “Though maybe I was foolish. Maybe you don’t deserve teeth privileges. Perhaps the guard is right. I should just do my job.” To emphasize his point he picks up a large pair of tongs. Holding them in one hand and waving them around in a playful but threatening manner.

“No!” For the first time Cin raises her voice. She shields Saph with her body. “No. Please, Sir, I’ll talk. We were just in the back alley. When glass broke above us. A blue kobold flew over us then guards spilled out after him. They thought we were with him and grabbed us.”

“What were you doing in the alley?”

She looks towards the wall.

“A lack of eye contact is the sign of a liar.”

“I’m not lying sir. It’s just… embar-”

“We were fucking. Hiding away from our owner so we could mate” Saph lets out with an exasperated voice.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend? How interesting.” Anon makes a mental note with extreme happiness before returning to his work. “And this blue kobold. Do you know him?”

“No, sir.” Cin says immediately while Saph looks away.

“Saph?”

“N-no.”

Anon stands up. “And I thought we were getting along soo well. Shame isn’t it.” He goes to the wall. Grabbing off it a long pole with a wire noose on the end. The type used for catching rabbits or snakes. Saph is standing up. Assuming what could be considered a fighting stance if his arms and legs weren’t shackled. Anon keeps his distance. Holding the noose circle out. He jabs the end of the stick towards Saph who swats it upwards. Anon smiles as he brings the noose back down, but not on Saph. He slides the rope over Cin’s head and pulls tight. The wire tightens, pulling her off her feet and to the ground. Anon drags her by the neck as far as the chain allows. Saph rushes Anon, but is jerked back by the chain. He stands at the edge of the chain’s radius clawing wildly in Anon’s direction. Cin begins to cough as Anon pulls the other end of the rope tighter.

“Stop!”

Anon smiles. “Hmmm? Did you say something?” He jerks the rope harder. Smashing Cin’s windpipe in. Her eyes begin to panic as she claws the wire around her neck.

“Sir! Stop please.” Saph jumps on top of Cin trying to fit his claws underneath the pole noose. Cin’s wheezes fill the room. Saph watches as her eyes begin to gloss over. Desperately trying to save her. Her hands become weak and begin to lay still on her own neck. Anon starts counting under his breath.

“Sir. Please, I'll talk. Just stop.” His defiant bravado crushed by desperation.

“5, 6, Better talk quickly. 7, 8….”

“He’s a brood mate. A kind of brother. From before you humans killed our dragon and enslaved us. His name is Kree. He lives in the slums. Behind the Dancing Skeleton.”

“13, 14, If only you told me that earlier, 15, 16.”

Saph looks at Anon expectedly, but he just keeps counting. “Sir, please. Stop. I told you what you wanted. Just stop killing her!” He’s on all fours begging.

Anon counts as he thinks. He gets to 25 before laughing. “Alright.” Anon smiles and releases the end of the rope. Shaking the noose loose. “Under thirty seconds. We avoided brain damage. Yay!” Anon celebrates with a clap and more sadistic laughter. He nudges Cin in the chest with the stick and she jerks up. Gasping in mouthfuls of air. Once the panic fades she looks at Anon with new found horror. Scuttling to the farthest away the chains will allow her to be from him. Saph tries to comfort her, but she pushes him away. Turning her back from the world and sobbing in the corner.

Anon finishes writing down what Saph told him then pulls a rope. A bell rings in the distance. Heavy footsteps echo down the fall. “Might want to get away from the door, hun.” Anon warns Cin. She shakes her head as the door is thrown open. Slamming into her tail. She yelps in pain then returns to crying.

“That was quick. Nice to see you not going soft on demihumans like you normally do.”

Anon shrugs. “I didn’t have to pull any teeth this time. Maybe I am soft.” He hands the guard the slip of paper. Glancing over it the guard stuffs it in his pocket. He reaches a hand towards the hook where he hung the chains. “What are you doing?” Anon asks with authority.

“Returning them to their owner.”

“No. They are mine now.”

“You can’t just take someone's property.”

“They aren’t his property anymore. They were involved in a crime. Call it a civil forfeture, easily argueable in court, and if their EX-owner complains then you tell him this ‘I can turn all his slaves into evidence.’”

“They belong to a baron.” The guard states.

“A baron? You’re going to risk angering me over a baron, the lowest of the nobelity?”

The guard seems to think. Then drops his hands to his side. “I’ll pass your message on.”

As the door closes Anon smiles at his two new play things. “Perks of being the king’s torturer, am I right?”

Only Saph was listening and he only looked confused.

“Why not send us back?”

“Fun. It’s time to have fun.”

Saph felt his stomach drop. Anon picked up the pole noose again and slid it over Cin’s neck. Not tightening it, just letting it sit there. He locked eyes with Saph. “Now. you’re not going to attack me if I undo your shackles. Not with your girlfriend's life in my hands, atleast.” It wasn’t a question as much as a statement. One Saph had to agree with. Anon tentatively produced the key and undid the shackles. Saph stood there with his hands by his side. “Up on the table.” Anon commanded. Saph climbed onto a medical table. “Lay down.” Saph did. Anon dropped the pool noose. As the pole hit the ground Saph looked up. Anon tensed. Waiting for the pounce, but it never came. He smiled as he adjusted the table’s leather straps to fit the kobold. Strapping down his limbs. Even pulling a special strap from the back to secure the tail. Anon slides a wooden plank up so the feet lay flat against it then turns a crank the table begins to rotate forward until Saph is standing on the wooden plank. His limbs still secured.

“What’s the point of this?” Saph asks.

“Hmm?”

Saph doesn’t speak.

“I’ll get you to say it soon.” Anon’s voice low and rumbling. “So I can enjoy you without worrying about any more bites.”

Saph sighs and closes his eyes as Anon’s hands approach. His face. The thumbs rub deeply onto his tense muscles. “Relax.” He whispers as he runs a finger down his snout. Feeling the delicate scales upon it and tracing its shape all the way to the sturdy bumps around the nostrils. Anon removes his hands, replacing them on the back of Saph’s head. Saph winces, he knows what comes next. Anon gently runs his hand down Saph’s cracked horns. Massaging the skin around them. Saph lets out an unintentional groan. Closing his eyes. Anon removes his hands and Saph opens his eyes. Briefly locking them with Anon before looking down at his growing member as it slowly slides out of his cockslit. Anon places two fingers adjacent to the opening and massages the large scales around it. Saph’s cock standing at full mast.

“Why are you doing this?”

Anon shrugs. “Best to get one last one out before you can’t anymore.”

Saph jerks against the restraints. “What do you mean? Why would you do that? I told you what you wanted to know.”

Anon gives a dark chuckle. “This isn’t about work anymore. This is a hobby.”

Roused from his complacent haze Saph begins to resist. This only causes Anon’s smile to grow. Anon leans down, blowing a gust of breath onto Saph. Saph twitches as his raw member flashes cold. The claws on his fingers click as he crosses them, his tail curls, and a drop of precum leaks out.

Anon pulls back suddenly, walking to Cin. He places a hand on her shoulder and gives a reassuring squeeze. She meets his eyes then flinches away. “Calm down my dear.” Undoing her shackles he leans down to pick up the non resisting kobold. Returning to his chair he sits down with her on his lap. Turning her towards him and giving her a hug. Another sob comes. He strokes the back of her head as she cries into his shoulder. “I’m sorry little one. I had to do it. He wasn’t talking. Don’t worry. Work is over.” Her tail snakes up and wraps around his stomach as she turns more towards him.

“You were hungry earlier. It must of been hard being a slave to that baron. Don’t worry you’re mine now. I’ll get you anything you want. As long as you obey me.”

“Shandree, what are you doing? He’s the one who hurt you. Why are you letting him hold you?”

Shandree, or Cin, looks over at Saph. Her tears have dried. Her eyes filled with guilt. She searches for an answer, but finds none.

Anon supplies on instead. “It’s the plan. Humans, and err… kobolds are animals. When they get hurt they seek comfort. It’s not logical. It’s instinct. She was already codependent on you. You’re the reason I had to hurt her. Who else does she have to seek comfort from?" Anon slides a hand under her chin and pulls her face up from his chest. Looking her in the eyes. Her eyes flick away, but he retains contact till they are looking at him again. “Isn’t that right, Cin?”

Cin looks down. Burying her head back into Anon’s chest. “Yes, sir.” She says in the tiniest voice.

“Could you say that louder?”

She clears her throat. “Yes, sir.”

“Though I doubt how much I can trust you.”

“I’ll do anything you want sir, just don’t hurt me.”

He holds his hand out. “Let me see your hand.” Cin places the three clawed hand into Anon’s he turns it around. Feeling the bones underneath the scales. With his other hand he reaches to his tools and pulls out the tongs from before. Not kitchen tongs, large blacksmith tongs. “It wouldn’t hurt to declaw you.” Cin’s hands begin to shake in Anon’s loose grasp. “Extend your fingers.” Cin obediently straightens out her claws. Anon takes the middle nail in between the tongs. Sliding the metal up towards the root. He gets a firm grasp on it. Cin’s hands tremble in fear.

“Are you sure about this? They don’t grow back.” Asks Anon.

Cin through shaky teeth answers “I-f-f It’ll m-make you t-t-rust me.”

Anon leans forward and kisses her forehead. “It’ll only hurt for a second.”

He tightens his grip on the tongs. Sending a jolt of pain through Cin’s hands as they pinch the skin. She fights the fear and holds her paw still. Anon gives a small tug on the claw just enough to elicit a yelp from Cin. Then loosens the tongs. Pulling them away and placing them on the table. Tears are already in her eyes again Cin falls back into Anon’s chest. “I guess I can trust you to keep them.” He kisses her on the head and she returns by pattering small kisses into his chest.

“Amazing how a near death experience really changes a person.” Anon stands up. Still holding Cin to his chest. Getting close to Saph’s face he whispers. “Maybe I should put you through one.” Fear flashes in Saph’s eyes. Anon burst out laughing. The laughter continues as he turns the crank lowering Saph back into the laying down position.

“I wouldn’t do that. Everyone has their buttons. The meek are easy to control. Isn’t that right Cin?”

“Yes, Sir.” She confirms.

Anon refocuses on Saph. “But you, you aren’t meak. I see it in you. The type to grind their teeth and bide their time. Her weakness is pain. Do you know your weakness?”

Anon eyes Saph down. When he stays silent Anon continues. “What is greater, a human or a kobold? Answer honestly.”

Saph narrows his eyes. “Dragon.”

Anon chuckles. “Trick question. Neither answer was correct, and neither was yours. I am greater. Not humanity, but me. Given the right tools I could even bend a dragon to my will. Your defiance comes from your pride, and what is every “ Anon holds up his fingers to make air quotes “‘Traditional’ man’s pride.”

Saph’s eyes flicker down at his softening member.

“Exactly. Remove the pride, remove the defiance.”

Anon sets Cin on the side of the table. Freeing his hands so he can rub the inner thigh of Saph.

“Cin. Straddle over him, but don’t put it in.”

Saph watches as his mate climbs atop him. Placing her knees by the side of his thighs. Pressing her stomach just inches away from his member. Anon raises her up and slides his hand down between her legs. He rubs around her slit before sticking a cautious finger in, checking for wetness. When he finds it satisfactory he places another finger in and spreads her pink folds wide open. Tilting her foreward just inches away from Saph hard member already dripping precum.

“Stop touching her like that.” Saph orders.

Anon smiles. Swirling two fingers around the upper parts of her folds. “Cin, can I touch you however I want?”

Her face goes red, she looks into Saph’s eyes then to the floor before nodding. Anon moves her foreword again. Only enough that the entrance to her lips pressed gently on the tip of his dick. “Saph, what is your name?”

“Reekree.”

Anon pushes. Sits Cin back down.

“Saph. I’m being nice here. Give you one last opportunity to mate before you lose that opportunity.”

Anon circles around. Grabbing the back of Saph’s head and rubbing the base of his horns.

“Cmon Saph. What’s your name?”

He looks away. “Give it a few licks Cin.” Anon commands and she leans forward. Her forked tongue flickering out. Trailing from the base to the top.

Saphs face turns from blue to purple as it goes flush. Anon uses his horns to guide his face. Forcing Saph to look him in the eye. “You should take the opportunity. You’ll miss the feeling later.” Saphs looks everywhere but Anon’s eyes. Anon jerks Saph’s horns forcing him to stare at him. An unspoken challenge.

“Saph.” Saph finally speaks.

“Hmm?”

“My name is Saph.” He almost spits out. Arousal fogging his defiance.

“Mate with him Cin.” Anon commands and Cin shifts her weight forward. Saph spasms as the warm folds envelop him. Cin bounces up and down and a goofy smile begins to form on Saph’s face. Anon jerks his horns, snapping Saph out of his pleasure. “If you impregnate her then I will turn your children sextoys for the guards.” Fear registers. “So shout before you cum, okay?”

“Yes” He nods.

Anon steps back. Watching the happy couple as one bounces atop and the other jerks underneath. Anon turns to his tools, but before he can get them ready Saph is already yelling. “I’m going to cum!”

“Cin stop!” Anon orders. She tops mid bounce. Sliding her pussy off him. Anon comes to the table. “Quite the quick trigger aren’t you?” Examining Saph’s glistening member covered in vaginal fluid and precum. He wraps his five digits around the pink cone.

“Are you ready to cum, Saph?” Anon asks.

Saph looks down perplexed at Anon’s cold hand on his hot member, but begrudgingly speaks.

“Yes…”

"Hmm?"

He takes a deep breath. “Sir.”

Anon gives it one jerk before letting go. Not a squirt, but a drizzle. If a normal orgasm was a river then this was like a small creek flowing from the tip.

“No. You said I could cum.”

“You did.”

Saph mutters. “But that was not a real one, it was bad. You ruined it.”

Anon grins. Ignoring Saph’s complaints. “Cin lick it up, don’t swallow.” He returns to his tools as Cin leans her muzzle into Saph’s crotch. Slowly licking the speckles of cum from the rapidly softening member. Anon returns, setting down his supplies on the table. Bottle of alcohol, piercing instrument, gold rings, gauze.

“Show me.” He commands Cin who obediently opens her mouth. Her thin tongue swimming in a white puddle. “Share some with him.”

Saph gags, Cin shuffles upwards towards Saph’s mouth. He locks his jaws shut. Shaking his head. Cin looks back towards Anon, unsure of what to do. Anon points towards Saph’s mouth as he pours alcohol onto a cloth. One swipe of the cleaning cloth on such a sensitive area is enough to make Saph cry out. “Ow, that hur–” His sentence is interrupted by Cin placing her mouth into his. She grabs the side of his snout. Holding their lips together as the cum drops into his mouth. Sliding her tongue in afterwards and twisting it with his. He violently jerks his head away, a stretchy trail stretching from his lips to hers. He looks up at his mate. “Why are you doing this?” She uneasily looks back towards Anon as he digs under the scales around Saph’s cock slit. He holds the piercing instrument to the skin and pushes the button. A large needle shoots out then back in. Saph’s pained screams echo off the wall. Anon lines up the tool on the other side and presses the button again. More screams. While holding the cleaning rag to the wounds he commands Cin. “Quiet him.”

She looks around. “How, sir?”

Anon winks. “With your body. Push his mouth into your body.”

Cin straddles Saph’s chest. Holding his muzzles close to her still soaking fold. His screams echoing inside her. A moan escapes her lips and a small spray of juices coat the side of Saph’s face. Anon pulls away the cleaning cloth. “Good. The bleeding has stopped.” He slides a gold ring through the hole on each side of the cockslit. Closing the lips together.

“Only five more.”

“Please master. Use me like a fuck toy.” Cin wrapped her tail around Anon’s legs. Her arms and legs clutching around his barrel as he thrust into her. “Please, please cum inside me master.” She pleaded so loud that it could be heard outside the door. Long gone was her meek personality. Replaced with one Anon had crafted. He smiles down at his work, with a final thrust he hilted, painted her insides white. He climbed off the table and sat in his chair. Handing a glass of water to Cin and pouring one for himself. He whistles and Saph crawls across the floor on his hands and knees. Placing his head on Anon’s inner thigh. “Clean.” Was all Anon needed to say. “Thank you, master.” His tongue darts out, licking up Cin and Anon’s boldily fluids from Anon’s crotch. When he was finished he looked up into Anon’s eyes. “Master.”

“Yes, my pet?”

“It hurts. Can I please…”

“Roll over.” Anon commands and Saph follows. Laying on his back with all fours in the air. Legs spread wide, giving Anon full view of Saph’s groin. A small pink mound trying desperately to poke through the golden rings holding it in. Only the tiniest part making it through. “Is it getting smaller, maybe it’s atrophying.” Anon commented while leaning over and flicking the tip that sticks through. Sending Saph into a twitching mess. “Clean up Cin. I’ll think about it.” Saph rolled over and crawled to Cin. She grabbed his horns using them like handlebars to guide his tongue to the cum buried deep inside her.

The door swung open and the guard looked in with disgust. “You shouldn’t mix work and play.”

“Maybe you should find me more work then.” Anon snapped back.

“I have.” The guard said with a sly smile before throwing another kobold into the room. His scales a dull blue like turquoise

“Kree?” Saph spoke.

The new kobold looked up. “Reekree?” It asked. Saph stood up. Hugging the new kobold. “It’s so good to see you again, broodmate.”

Anon clears his throat addressing the new kobold. “His name is Saph and your name is Tor.” Saph takes a sharp gust of air in. “Yay! He gave you a name. He wants to keep you.”

Kree looks in horror at Saph. “What happened to your…” He points down at the golden rings and small pink flesh leaking with precum. “Don’t worry. It’s not so bad.” He then leans in close. Whispering into Kree’s ear, too embarrassed to say it in his regular voice. “Master says that if I keep practicing then I will be able to cum from my ass.”

Kree looks doubly horrified. “So just tell master what he wants to know, then you can stay and be happy with us.” Saph smiles as he leads Kree forward. Pushing him down to where they are both bowing in front of Anon.