Sometimes, Kret wonders about that day. She wonders what would have happened if she spoke up to Estrasa’s envoy. She wonders what would have happened if she made that evil monarch angry with her master Vijaya. For the first few weeks of her servitude, it was a thought that came to her mind over and over again, but as time went on, it came to her less and less. Now, it just comes as a passing fancy, a crazy “what if” in her life involving adventure, action, bloodshed, and betrayal.
It’s a fancy she blocks out almost immediately as it comes to haunt her.
“Good girl,” her master growls. Vijaya lounges back on his cushioned seat, his long, feathered outfit unbuttoned down the middle, showing off his toned underbelly and giving the slave easy access. He runs one hand over his feathered hat of office and the other rests upon her crown. Right by her horn, his sharp black talon scratches, getting her right where she liked it. Right where he scratched as he spoke to the envoy. It means he’s nervous and that he’s turning to her for support.
The green kobold looks up to meet his gaze. She can see his whole upper body from here. He doesn’t look down at her, however, keeping her as some afterthought as he looks off towards his guest. Her tail swishes back and forth underneath the desk, her fingers resting upon his uncovered thighs. He’s busy doing his job as the leader of the crime syndicate. She’s busy doing her own as his personal plaything.
She reminds herself to do as she was taught back at her old business. She lets her long tongue wrap around the shaft, making sure it gets nice and wet. The taste of his meat is something she’s come to expect pretty much every day, and the days she’s without it seems sorely incomplete. She guides the shaft up along the roof of her mouth, letting his cock feel the texture as the head squishes against her. She minds her teeth to not do him any undo harm, but Vijaya likes to live on the edge sometimes, and when he squeezes her horn, she knows he wants that feeling.
Gulping, she closes her eyes and focuses squarely on her mouth, bringing her jaws closer together and providing pressure against his cock. Her sharp carnivore teeth scratch along his flesh, just enough to stimulate, perhaps irritate, but not enough to lacerate.
The growl that rises up from his chest—is it a response to what his audience says, or does he merely enjoy what she’s doing for him? She tunes out all the conversations, as it is not something for a slave to worry herself over. Instead, she lowers herself so that there’s a straight shot from her mouth to her throat. When he gets frisky, he loves it like this. As if on cue, her master leans up, placing a hand on the table and thrusting forward.
Only a squeaking glugging sound comes from her throat as he thrusts forward, his kobold cock sliding down into throat, bulging her neck with lewd results. She grabs onto his hips harder to keep herself in place.
He slams the table, barking in that language she hasn’t yet learned.
His guest yaps with a worried tone.
She bobs her head, spit sloshing around in her mouth, drool dribbling out of the side of her maw.
Soon enough, her master hisses, and Vijaya ejaculates into her throat, sending his seed straight into her stomach. The slave laments not having a taste of her master’s cum, but as he pulls out, she hungrily laps up at the head, taking every  small bit that she can from him. Her dedicated actions earn her one last spurt from the kobold crime boss, and her whole body shudders, knowing that she was able to earn his pleasure and that she’ll get herself another treat soon enough.
Taking a deep breath, Vijaya shows no sign that he had just climaxed, and instead scoots his seat back. His cock leaves with one last plop, leaving Kret with a dollop of semen on her chin, one she is far too wise to lick up just yet.
“So, Miss Kashlyn,” he says, clicking his finger on his pet’s horn. “I need to ask you if you’ve met my pet, yet.”
Kret’s eyes widen, and she licks up the cum and gulps the rest down before she stands up, fully nude save for the collar her master provides her. She glances over towards the woman, a chubby, decadent thing, her own eyes half-lidded as she takes in the woman. Quite a repugnant human.
“Kret here is my best concubine,” he says, “but she also has other uses…” he reaches up, scratching her head again. Kret purrs for her master, leaning over the table and lifting her tail up for him, her fingers flicking on the table, scratching out the motions she knows all-too-well.
“She loves to please me, and hates it when I’m upset, isn’t that right, Kret?”
Kret swishes her tail against his cheek, a gesture he returns with a swift nuzzle. “That’s right, you know when your master is angry. What do you do to those who anger him?”
Kret flashes her gaze right at the woman, her face contorting into a scowl as she raises one hand up, throwing the arcane energy she was charging right through the woman, the power setting her ablaze.
As the subordinate screams and runs around the room, Vijaya hops off of his chair and leans over his favored pet, his body looming over her, his mouth right by her ear. “That’s my perfect little pet,” he growls, his hand moving around her, rubbing at her underbelly. “My beautiful weapon. I may not have earned any favors with Estrasa when those idiots caught you, but I can’t imagine my empire without your power.”
Kret sighs as he looms over her, just idly watching as he reaches up around her and grabs a bell, sliding it on over towards her. “Here… why don’t you call your reward this time…?”

Kret smiles and grabs the bell, shaking it gently to let the ringing just barely make its way out of the room over the sound of the burning corpse before them.
Soon, the door bursts open, and her favorite prize emerges. With his own neck collared and stripped down to just a loincloth, that bard who had wronged her what seemed a lifetime ago is now slowly paying off his debts, both financial and vengeful.
Vijaya sits back, buttoning up his pants. “Go ahead, Kret. Enjoy.”
She happily pushes herself up onto her master’s table, sitting on the edge and kicking her feet in anticipation. The bard bows his head and walks on over, reaching down underneath the desk to produce the small kit that he used for such ministrations. Inside the box is a jar of wax, a rough stone, a file, and some cloths. He gets to work rubbing the cloths down in the wax and applying some on the stone. He then grabs the wax, sits on his knees before her, and lifts up her foot. Tenderly, he goes at sharpening each and every one of her claws, filing them to a point that could rival Vijaya in deadliness. Once that is done, he brings his mouth to the sole and presses his lips to it, making sure Kret can hear the sound as well as feel it.
She sighs, curling her toes, but gets ready for the next part, the part she loves the most.
Taking the stone, the bard presses it up against her leg, scrubbing it against her scales. Dead scales fleck off of her. It’s not as wonderful as when an acid slime does it, but the submission behind the act is enough to make up for the lack of a through job.
He follows the stone up with the cloth, the wax providing a wonderful shine on her body, with the benefit of making her smell like fresh honey. He buffs over the new scales, making them shine greater than a dragon’s horde from the tips of her toes to the top of her crown. As much as she’s a slave, as long as he’s here, she will also be Vijaya’s greatest jewel.
“Thank you,” she breathes out as the bard stands up, working his file along her horn to maintain its impressive point. “Thank you, master…” she repeats “for a happy, life.”
“I wouldn’t have this any other way, my pet,” Vijaya says. Snapping his fingers, he points downward. “Now, then, slave. Are you going to finish your duty today?
The bard nods and falls to his knees yet again. Running his hands along her shined-up legs, he spreads them apart and leans in, his mustache tickling at her newly sensitive scales.
She gasps and bites her mouth, waiting for what’s coming next. “Mmm yeah, the best use of a bard’s tongue…” she muses.
He rolls it out, pressing the muscle against her slit. No more bold lies and no more honeyed words are going to come from him as long as he’s silenced by her master. She wraps her tail around his neck, adding extra incentive to his actions as she coils it around his collar.
He can’t even grunt, but she knows he likes it as he licks her, his tongue delving deep inside her body. She lets out a broken gasp before she moves her hands up along her body, reaching up beyond her head towards Vijaya. The male kobold leans forward and presses his snout against her own, rubbing gently. “How do you find your service today, my pet?”
“W… wonderful, master,” she says, clenching her eyes shut and then says “M… more?”
He snaps his fingers and the bard stands up, his length poking from his loin cloth.
“You heard the lady,” Vijaya says. “Please her.”
He reaches down and undoes the cloth, letting his shaft spring free. With no more pomp, he grabs her by the ankles and lifts them up in a violent thrust, sending his cock deep into her with the first strike.
Kret’s eyes roll back as she smiles a toothy smile, feeling her body stretch around his shaft and slide against the table in her newly waxed up form. Her cries fill the hall, cries of such joy and such excitement. Her dream life fulfilled, and its all because she finally submitted to a wonderful master and let go of her stupid, stupid vendetta.
As the bard’s cock shows up on her tummy with each thrust, she holds onto the edge of the desk, her cries getting louder and louder until she finally lets out her orgasmic cry of climax, falling back, farther and farther and father, until she lands, face-first in a pile of moldy leaves.
Kret spits them out and scrambles to sit up, her eyes darting back and forth around the tree hollow she’s using as a shelter. Dirty and wet, the rain hadn’t stopped, and the carcass of the monster she killed stinks of rot, but the worst of it is the damp feeling between her legs. She snarls and pulls herself free, leaning back against the tree and sighing as she reaches down over her body, feeling the grimy, sooty scaled mess that is her form. With a huff, she inserts her fingers into her slit, her other hand running up and down her neck as she groans. “Damn stupid fucking dreams,” she mumbles to herself. “Can’t go to sleep without turning into some stupid fucking slut each night… and to get off to such a farce. As if life would be any better if I bowed my head and sucked on that fucker’s cock.”
Her nose tingles and she presses her free hand against it, remembering, for a moment, that delicate snoot rub her dream Vijaya had given her. And she hisses.