Calin is the biggest and brightest city that Kret has ever seen in her short life. For a kobold who raised herself in the sewers of a moderately small town, selling her services both with her deft hands and her resilient body, being among towering spires that shone so brightly they burned into her eyes for minutes after she closed them is almost like a dream come true.
Or, it would be, had it not been for the fact that she is led through the streets in chains, a collar fashioned around her neck that prevents her innate magic from gathering enough power to cast even the simplest of spells. She may have moved in the world, but all in all, that direction has been a downward crash.
And it is all the fault of select individuals: A Bard who stole her precious little earnings from her failed life as an adventurer, the Muddy Mistress, who made him desperate enough to rob an innocent to begin with, the bouncer who sold her out to pad his own pockets, the bandits who used her body for their pack mule and for their pleasure, all the while preaching some self-righteous bullshit at her. All of these people ruined her life in one way or another, and she's being taken to the one person who sent them all out after her. Someone's looking for a kobold. She doesn't know which kobold or why, but this person, Vijaya, has his fingers in a lot of seedy businesses. It's about time she meets him directly.
  The elven lackey who holds her chain stands tall with his head tilted back so far all the time, she swears that if he's not trying to be condescending, he's got a neck problem. By his frilly dress and the way he walks, he obviously finds himself quite important, yet no one around seems fit to even utter his name. Another slave, perhaps? Or just a pawn who thinks himself more than what he is?
They pass by many bustling streets, filled with merchants and buyers of all sorts. Such a cosmopolitan mix Kret had never seen before. Most people she had contact with were human or one of their hybrid offspring, but here, she sees full-blooded orcs and elves talk to strange fish creatures and lizardfolk. Not only that, but anthropomorphs of all varieties cross her gaze, from dogs to cats to things she had heard about in bardic tales. Surely, this place is important, and in the center of it all rests a magnificent palace, shining like the brightest gold among the bright buildings and bright sun of the bright Calin.
By the time they step in through the doors of the palace, Kret's vision is nothing but blurry splotches of flashing color. Blinking only gave way to afterimages of humanoid shapes, and even as the interior becomes darker as they traverse the corridors, she still cannot see, and she must rely only on her hearing to gather her situation and surroundings.
  "Talendis, my friend," the new voice speaks up. A smooth wave of class covers the gravel in the male's words. "What is this delightful creature that you have brought before me?"
The elf tugs on Kret's chains and she falls to her hands and knees, bowing her head low. "This is a kobold captured on the road from the Muddy Mistress."
"Ah, yes. There hasn't been much word from that establishment--or the town for that matter--since you've left. You've made quite the impact. I would say I'm impressed, but there's quite the danger in having a wild card milling about, wouldn't you say, my sweet?"
Kret notices some movement, a slithering against the ground, a slight hiss. Did he have pet snake? The grip on her chain tightens, and she tries to keep her position, despite the elf's actions, whatever they were.
Nerves, perhaps?
Her holder, Talendis, responds with a quiver in his voice, yet he obviously fights hard to hide it. "Yes, indeed. I can confirm this is the kobold. Witnesses attest she was up in Panas's room before she disappeared."
  "I care not for the fate of that zealot," the smooth-gravel voice spoke. "I seek a specific kobold and a specific item. You've brought me a toy of little consequence."
"M... Master Vijaya?" the elf questions. "I-I thought."
"What?" The sound of flesh and claw landing on tile follows the click of toes and the pad of scales. "You thought you'd be honored for bringing me the one who destroyed a business partner of mine? You believed it would move you up along the ladder of this organization? No, I'm afraid not. You can go now and leave me with this new toy for now. Is that understood?"
"I..." the elf begins, but then clears his throat. "Very well. I shall redouble my effort to locate the artifact for you."
The chain clatters to the ground and shoes click along the floor as her handler leaves. The slithering approaches closer to Kret. What little she can see is bright white scales, yet with a quick whistle from Vijaya, the scaled creature darts off behind her.
The scream that follows shudders up along her spine. No one responds to Talendis's pleas for mercy. Instead, his cries become weaker as they disappear further down the hall. All the while, her vision slowly returns to her, showing that there is no more sign of her captor or the mysterious serpent sent after him. He just simply vanished, leaving her in a room alone with the big boss behind everything--Vijaya.
  When she finally lifts her head to look at the mastermind, she stumbles down onto the floor once again. "You're... you're a kobold!?" She gasps.
With a strong jaw and long snout, Vijaya is indeed a kobold, yet one of noble bearing. Bright features line a crown that fits along his crest and travel down the sleeves of his tunic, approximating the look of an ancient predator. His claws, both his hands and his feet, are long, curved, and black, perfect to tear into scale and muscle. Those orange eyes of his burn brightly, even in the dark, their slits staring down at the woman below him, but even as he looms over her, a smile curls over his mouth, his teeth bright, white, and sharp from constant care. "No, I am your master."
"From one master to another," she sighs, sitting upon her knees and holding her hands up to him. "But why enslave another kobold?" she asks, holding her hands up, hoping he would remove the shackles from her.
Vijaya's gaze narrows, but he squats slightly to face her eyes. "Appealing to similar bloodlines, how primitive. Kind does not mean anything in Calin. Everyone is judged by the worth of their character, not by their birth. You see," he adds, bringing a clawed hand to her cheeks, tracing along her snout with his paw while his talons scratch her scales,
  "Appearance is superficial. I am the leader of a very powerful organization. You, however, are gutter trash."
Kret grits her teeth, the beginnings of a growl growing in her throat, but Vijaya's clawed toe lifts, poking just below her belly. "There is, however, something to admire in you," he says, the toe scratching along her underbelly.
The only movement Kret does is lower her head, showing her submission to Vijaya. Her growl instantly disappears as she offers this supplication.

"That's a good girl," he says, pulling his toe away. "You're a powerful individual. You may not be the prize I sought, but you are a prize, nonetheless. Do as I say, and you'll move up in this world. A slave, certainly, but the chief among them, standing at my side as a true horror to behold. Do you understand me?" He scratches under her chin, his nostrils just in front of hers. His hot breath slightly spiced, making her wrinkle her nose.

"I... I understand, master," she admits. "Please, have mercy on this slave."

"Very well. I'll need to keep my eye on you to begin with, just to make sure that you're exactly what I'm looking for. Now then, come. Sit. I have business to attend to." He pulls upon her chain as he climbs onto a

series of pillows. When he leans back, he yanks her in close, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and scratching under her chin. "Now, be a good dear and cuddle your master."

  Kret closes her eyes, placing a hand upon his chest and scoots in closer against his body. "Y... yes, Master," she breathes out, holding back for him.

The doors on the other side of the chamber open, flooding it with bright light. Instinctively, she buries her face against Vijaya. The crime boss covers her face with his feathered sleeve and calls to his company. "Ah, and how are you this delightful day? Take a seat, if you're so inclined."

"I will remain standing," the croaking voice responds. "I have not been permitted to relax on such decadent displays. I'm sure you understand."

"No rest for the wicked, is there?" Vijaya says. "Very well, very well. Then, tell me, what can I do for you and for your queen?"

"The book has been missing for far too long. You promised our queen results, yet you have failed her on numerous occasions."

Kret peers through a few feathers to get a look at the new visitor. Draped in a cloak, the guest is quite tall. Even hunched over, it towers over the two kobolds. Yet, Vijaya is calm and collected. Why? With her own magic dampened and being this close to him, she should be able to tell if he has a magical aura, yet he has none. He'd be completely exposed for retaliation if things go sour.

  "Those failure are of my subordinates," Vijaya says, shrugging. Your queen wouldn't be to blame if you were to fail in your tasks, would she? I've dealt with them accordingly for their failures as a proper leader should."

"You tread on dangerous ground, Vijaya. My queen could take everything you own and leave you in squalor. Is that the future you see for yourself?"

"Not something I'm interested in," he admits.

While the two continue their pleasantries, Kret realizes that pissing this queen off would lead to the end of all of her enemies at once.

She feels her preservation instinct kick in and pulls herself free from Vijaya to fling herself to the floor before the mysterious hooded guest. "Oh servant of such a great queen. I cannot lie to you in the face of such presence. My master, Vijaya, has deceived you and your queen. He sold the book for his own gain. See? I am a kobold--the kobold that once owned the book you seek!"

The cloaked figure trembles, and an unnatural howl issues out from within. Sweeping off of the ground, the creature leaps for Vijaya, who stands tall, his eyes focused on Kret with a burning hate. Kret flashes a toothy grin back at him. Her path to vengeance has finally begun.

  Behind Vijaya, a white streak zips by and a human arm clotheslines the diplomat, sending it sprawling to the floor.

Kret collapses on the ground when she sees it--her--Vijaya's pet. Her upper body is that of a beautiful woman. She's both a work of art and a wondrous frame of strength. Though she is clad in golden armor, her lower body is unshod, self-armored by a long, scaled tail that curls around her master, keeping her safe. Her scales and skin are like the color of snow, yet a heat burns in her black eyes as her beautiful appearance is marred only by the devotion and anger on her face.

"Your queen isn't the only one with pets, messenger," Vijaya says, his fingers brushing over her scales. The snake woman seems not to mind it. Instead, she reaches for her back and pulls out a trident. Gripping it tightly in her hands, she holds it in striking position. "When you return to your queen, let her know that the rebellion is at hand, and we will not be dealing with her anymore." With a flick of his talon, the snake woman plunges the weapon into the creature's face. Another howl sends black vapor screaming through the halls. When they disappear, all is supernaturally quiet.

  Vijaya sniffs the air after a quick moment to adjust his crown. His pet sheathes her weapon, her face shifted to that of one of serene calm. No more is there the fury that makes her a monster. Instead, she lowers her head, her tail coiling up around her so that she may bow before her master.

"You've done well, Aelis," Vijaya says. "I trust that the elf is also taken care of? I notice a distinct lack of the normal tells." He pets her cheek, making sure not to let his claws mar her pristine flesh.

She shakes her head, placing a hand upon her breast. With a flick of her tongue and a quick hiss, she says her response, though Kret has no idea what it could possibly mean. Vijaya laughs at it all the same. 'Yes, I suppose I didn't give you enough time to savor the kill. Don't worry, You'll have time soon enough, but I have another prize awaiting you." He looks up from his pet, only to stare deathly cold towards Kret. His smile does not fade, and when he speaks, it is still to Aelis. "I don't think this pet I acquired is suitable for service to me. You, on the other hand, deserve a little reward for saving my life. Take her. She's yours. Bring her to the theater to make an example of her, my beautiful lamia."

  Aelis towers high above the kobold slave. Kret scrambles back to

escape, but Aelis lunges forward, her tail wrapping around her body, squeezing her tight. So wide is their size difference that even with the poor kobold tied up around her, Aelis is unhindered in her movements. She slithers past, humming to herself an unusual song as they pass through the chamber and into another brightly lit hall.

Kret squeezes her eyes shut, cursing her luck, yet Aelis is not

bothered. As she hums, Kret finds her voice melodic, calming even. But the kobold shouts. "Let me go. Let me go, and I'll never bother you or your master again!"
But the snake hears none of it. When large doors open before them, Aelis enters in, whipping her tail around and letting go of the kobold. Kret tumbles through sand, and stumbles to her feet. Thankfully, this room is dark. All the better to see Vijaya and a cabal of onlookers watching the two females confined to this small arena. The weight around Kret's neck is lighter now, and she rubs her throat. The collar is still there, but the chain has been removed, resting now in the lamia's hands.
Aelis's gaze is that of almost child-like wonder as she examines the kobold. She drops the chain into the sand and remains still, her eyes flickering towards her master. Kret clenches her fists, ready for whatever the demented kobold has in store for her next.
"Dear friends," Vijaya speaks, standing tall and holding his hands up to address the others. "Our diplomatic ties to the Dark Kingdom have come to an end. I present to you now the key to our continued independence from her decadent rule: Aelis, the most beautiful and most powerful Lamia, bred for the specific purpose to deal with anything the Queen will send at us. And tonight, you will be treated to a demonstration of her abilities firsthand."
Kret has to hold back her fear at this. Straight up combat with a giant deadly monster? How the hell will she survive? She's not even armed, like Aelis is. She looks for any weakspot in the impressive plating, but double takes at the sight she see. "The hells?" she exclaims as she sees the trident fall to the sand. Aelis flicks a clasp on her gauntlet, letting it fall to the floor as well. She then proceeds with the other one. Kret eases her tense posture as she watches the ritual in strange fascination. She's stripping down? But why? What sort of combat capabilities would that lead to?
When Aelis undoes her chestplate, her breasts bounce free, which
is followed by a quick gasp by the creature. She coos gently as she rubs along those soft mounds, free finally from the constraining armor. If she wasn't a giant snake monster, Kret admits, she would be quite an attractive young woman.
Often, Kret thought about what it would be like to not be what she is, to be conventionally beautiful among her peers in human society. When the men came calling for pleasure, the ones who choose her only did it because of her exotic nature or her small size. If Aelis would put on a dress, she would be nearly indistinguishable from the women of high court with suitors lining up to take her hand in marriage. They wouldn't hate her, wouldn't find her some perverse prize.
Aelis tosses her helmet before Kret's feet, shaking her head and letting her long white locks spill over her shoulders. Kret had never seen something so beautiful before, and she lowers her arms completely in awe of this creature.
Aelis flutters her eyes, slowly slithering towards the entranced kobold girl. Her arms and her belly wave and writhe in such intricate patterns that everyone watching can't help but stare at her, even Kret herself. When Aelis encircles her, she makes a ring with the tip of her tail touching the front, sliding down to be face-to-face with Kret. Pale, yet smooth arms rest upon the kobold's shoulders, sending tingles of delight down her form unlike anything she has experienced before. Kret cannot help but smile as the lamia leans in, spreading her lips just slightly, fangs poking delicately from under her lips. Her forked tongue slips free, tasting the pet's scales.
Kret gasps, her legs giving way. She reaches out to stop herself, but gets a handful of the lamia's soft chest. Her instinct is to pull away, yet she does not. Instead, she finds her palms pressing to the peaks, Aelis's nipples stiffening underneath her touch, and a soft coo rising up from the Lamia's throat.
Vijaya speaks, yet Kret does not--cannot--listen to his words. Before her is the most beautiful creature she has ever seen. She feels the heat build up within her as the goddess before her smiles softly, her eyes deep black pits of omnipresent love.
Kret's lover brings her lips up against the small Kobold's shoulder. She gasps as those lovely sharp fangs scratch along at her scales. Kret's hands break free from her chest, only to lace through the lamia's snow white hair.
Aelis giggles under the kobold's touch, only to then wrap her lips around the little creature, penetrating her flesh with her venomous bite.
Kret's legs wobble as the warmth spreads from her body up into her skull. Her eyes roll back in her head as every sensation within her body intensifies beyond anything she had experienced before. When Aelis removes her mouth, she licks her lips clean of the kobold's blood. Kret lets go of her lover, stumbling down until she falls on to her rump. As she stares at the lamia, everyone else melts away, until even the sand around them disappears. There is Aelis. There is Kret. There is no more. Kret burns with such fire. Her hands feel over her scales. Every minuscule nerve in her body fires at an accelerated rate. The kobold slave lifts her hips, howling into the darkness around her for more of that pleasure.
That's when Aelis strikes again. Those lips push up between her legs, her serpentine tongue shooting deep inside of her, flickering over her folds, causing the kobold to scream in unrestrained pleasure. But as soon and as suddenly as her tongue pleasures the kobold's sex, it retreats, leaving Kret alone, begging for more in whimpering cries.
Aelis rises up on her tail, her hands caressing her body. She
glances at Kret with half-lidded eyes, with some fingers brushing over her own lips as the other moves down below her waist, to the slit in her tail. With her own groan, the lamia throws her head back, calling out to unknown powers as she thrusts forward.
She's a snake. She's a slithering, scaled creature. Yet within her emerges another, smaller snake. Kret blinks as she looks down at the new viper that emerges from within Aelis, tilting her head and wondering just what it's doing in there. But soon enough, the kobold spreads her legs and takes a finger to open one lip, begging for the attentions of her lover's cock. 
"Aelis is a special girl, indeed," a voice--familiar, yet far away--echoes in her mind. "Go ahead, give her your love, my special girl..."

Aelis hooks her tail around the kobold's back, pulling her in, knocking her forward until the hard member pokes her nostril. Kret snorts, wiping her snout clean. 

The Lamia pulls her tail in, squeezing her closer against her pole, rubbing the slime-coated member over Kret's cheeks. Needing to breathe properly, Kret opens her mouth, only to have the thing shove down deeper inside her.

Aelis holds her in place with that tail of hers and pushes herself forward using her dancing maneuvers. Her body writhes in a sensual and expressive dance, but the kobold only notices the thick throbbing meat that pushes against her throat. She tries to please her lover, but finds herself much too occupied pushing herself away. But why would she do that? Why forsake the love of Aelis? Why try to escape the only one who matters?"

Thoughts like that sink away to the deeper places, where they are drowned out by the sounds of spit and precum sloshing around inside of her throat. The rod invades the back of her throat, clogging her windpipe. The kobold gags, coughing with all the force her lungs and diaphragm can muster. It's then that the lamia's femdick releases, shooting shot after desperate shot down inside of her, threatening to drown her in hermaphroditic sperm.


  Kret clutches at her throat, feeling not her scales, but the cold metal that is attached to it. That is when her eyes open once more, seeing the onlookers leering at her punishment. Her punishment, not her loving embrace.

Vijaya raises his hand and shouts to his pet, and Aelis only lets Kret go at that order. The lamia strokes human fingers over her reptilian penis, licking her blood-stained lips once more at the sight of the downed kobold.

Kret hacks up mucus and cum from her throat, her body retching, fighting not to hurl even as her throat burns on the inside.

"That poor slave girl," Vijaya jeers, "she thinks Aelis is done with her. She can't be more wrong."

Kret gasps and swings her claw towards the snake, only to have a strong arm catch her by the wrist. Kret kicks and scratches where she can, but is powerless when the lamia's fangs descend once more into her flesh, biting at her other shoulder this time.

Her resistance wanes, and she once again falls into the world of darkness and of love. Soon, the hands of the delightful lover wrap around her small body, pulling her in close, pressing her back against the pillowy breasts of hers. Kret almost purrs as she licks the lamia's chin. Aelis smiles, returning the lick. She then looks down between her legs where a throbbing cock rises once again--an insatiable beast awaiting its next meal.


  Kret cuddles her lover's cheek and then whispers to her. "I'll handle this, my love."

Aelis blinks, but nods, and soon, through a series of weaves and slides, the lamia finds herself on her back, hands propping her head up as the kobold rests on her stomach. Kret scoots over the lamia's humanoid belly, letting her feel how ready she is with her drooling sex. Her slit kisses the side of the pole, and the thing twitches, leaking just a little bit of pre before settling down. "Just watch this, my love. I'll handle everything for your pleasure."

Kret remembers her times working both as a seamstress and the moonlighting she did at the establishment's seedier side. Many of the men who had used her body back then enjoyed sitting back and letting her take the lead. Despite her small size, she has always been resilient, and even though Aelis is monstrously sized for a woman, her length is nothing compared to other creatures she had taken before. Kret lifts herself up, standing on her toes and gazing into her lover's eyes as she lowers herself onto the pole. Aelis is entranced by the display, licking her lips, her cock quivering in the anticipation. When the slit presses up against the tip and spreads to swallow it, a soft grunt escapes the snake woman's lips. Soon, Kret rests her knees upon the ground as she lowers herself, her tail supporting her body as the Lamia's dick pushed itself deeper into her. The sensation is like that she had felt before, yet a million times more wonderful. Nothing could ever break this spell her beloved had on her, even if she used Kret much like those men.


  Kret tries herself down, frowning at some half-remembered discomfort. Inside, the tip knocks on the door of her innermost chamber. Kret's tongue rolls out and her eyes roll back as she feels the bulge in her stomach growing. Though she sits on Aelis's tail now, she is not done, and she lifts herself up, only to throw herself back down upon her lover's body.

Over and over again, Kret pleasures the snake with no regard to her own safety. And why should she? Her mistress has only the best intentions for her, after all. What's a little pain when it comes to hearing her moan or watching her writhe around in the unbridled joy of being serviced by a loving slave?

Aelis coils her tail around her toy, wrapping her arms around Kret as she constricts the kobold around her. The embrace is so tight, so loving. It's like the lamia will never ever let her go, and Kret screams into her soft chest, proclaiming her undying devotion.

Then, Aelis shoots deep into her. Her cock straining with each shot as it fills Kret's womb with the lamia's seed, her deepest chambers catching the sperm inside her to save for when she next forms an egg. Shame it would go to waste. What better father would there be than the lovely Aelis?


  "That's enough, my dear," Vijaya's voice breaks free to Kret. The kobold's eyes focus back, seeing the white snake woman before her as if for the first time. Her sex is sore, her belly feeling as if it is stretched thin, and a wave of shame floods over her. Surely, nothing can get worse.

"Now that you've had your fun, why don't you proceed to the main course?"

Aelis's tongue slithers out in a quick and satisfied hiss, and Kret has to wonder what the 'main course' is. That is, until the lamia's stomach grumbles, like the roar of a mad beast. 
Kret has had a crappy life. Being a kobold living in the world of humans, she had always been an outsider. People always treated her as if she had not been a person herself. She had been many things in her life--an asset, a fuck toy, a slave--but today marks the lowest of the low for her because today, apparently, she is going to be an entrée
Vijaya, the kobold crime boss, cackles in his seat at the indoor amphitheater. His masked compatriots watch with lust in their eyes at the stunning display before them as the exotic hermaphrodite lamia servant Aelis uses her charming hypnotic dance and her will-sapping venom to make a cock sleeve out of the poor Kret.
Now, the time for the dance has ended, and Vijaya calls down to the spent and tired Kret. "Did you honestly think you could survive making a fool of me? You're so lowly that I'm almost disgusted to even let Aelis have her way with you. But, my dear pet likes what she likes, and she deserves to have her treats." He snaps his fingers, signaling the end of his speech.
  Aelis's tail slowly constricts around Kret's body, squeezing her hard enough to keep her from squirming free from her grip. Her male organ flops out, spent from its latest ejaculation into the kobold.
Kret feels her stomach churn just thinking about what's coming up next. "So, what...? You enjoy your meals with a little cream filling!?" She barks at the lamia.
Aelis's hauntingly beautiful yet alien face smiles down upon the kobold as her tail lifts her plaything. Large, nearly all-black eyes reflect the image of the pet she has in her snare. She runs a finger along the kobold's brow ridge.
Kret responds by spitting in her eye.
Aelis recoils, rubbing her eye free of the kobold saliva. As she does, her tail constricts around Kret's body, squeezing her arms closer to her torso and bunching her shoulders far too close together. 
The poor, little condemned kobold lets out a little squeak of pain as the first bits of soreness come from the compression. 
Soon, Aelis relents on the constriction, allowing her to breathe again. The lamia brings Kret to her face, her long tongue now licking over what's left of the spit as she looks the kobold into her eye.
"Oh, don't take this personally," Vijaya speaks out. "Aelis never really had feelings for you. That passionate lovemaking that you believed the two of you had? That was just her playing to the crowd. In fact, she's let me know, in her own way, that she doesn't like to play with her food, at least not in that manner."
"Ah, so this won't be a heartbreak for you, will it?" Kret says, squirming in Aelis’s grip.
Kret is used to getting out of tight spots. However, the complete control that Aelis has mixed with the lingering bits of the venom in Kret's systems makes escape seem almost impossible. Almost, but it can't be. This is not how her story ends. Kret will never allow that.
"Well? You gonna say something?" Kret shouts, leaning in. "You gonna eat me?" She snaps. She kicks around, struggling in futility, and continues yelling at the snake-woman. "Why don't you get it over with if you don't care, huh? If it was all a lie, what little comfort I felt working for this piece of trash you call your master was nothing more than you putting on a show for sweaty perverts. Just do it already and end me!"
  Kret shouts so loud that her own ears ring, and warmth trickles down her cheeks. For a moment, she doesn't understand what's happening. The salty taste is enough to tell her the truth when the trickle creeps into her mouth and along her tongue.
Kret lowers her head, her vision going blurry--not from Aelis's grip on her and not from the pain she has endured since that bastard bard left her-- but the same pain that she felt that started this adventure in the first place. Even if it was just a drug-induced fever dream. Even if Aelis never really cared for her. Kret was not a useless piece of trash for a few minutes of her life. Kret was a person--an equal--to someone else. And to that person, she had become a lover.
Kret hiccups as the floodgates break, the tears flowing down her body as her sobbing takes the better of her.
Aelis stares wide-eyed at the creature before her and then looks back up to her master, her brows furrowing in worry and a distraught misunderstanding.
Vijaya growls and scratches the arms of his chair. "What a pathetic display," he says. "You know, I'm glad we here in Calin do not see a person's race, or else you'd make all kobolds look weak and pathetic as you." He leans back and sighs, running a hand through his crown of feathers. "Ah, but no matter, as the crying will stop, one way or another.
  Please, Aelis, give the trash what it wants."
Aelis nods to her master and turns back toward Kret. She lets her serpentine tongue slide out and press against the kobold's scales. Slowly, methodically, she licks over the tear-stained cheeks, slurping the salty substance off of her.
Kret blinks the bleariness out of her eyes, letting more tears spill. As they roll down, Aelis catches them as well. Kret shakes her head, trying to pull away from her, but Aelis squeezes her tighter, letting her cry out once more with more tears escaping from her face. This only encourages the lamia more. Aelis's tongue goes from one cheek to the other, lapping up the tasty treat and turning even Kret's most heart-wrenching moment of weakness into another farce.
When the lamia seemingly has her fill of the kobold's tears, she then takes another finger and traces along Kret’s ridge. 
Kret watches with one eye open, wincing at Aelis’s touch now. No magic or strength means that she's totally under the snake's sway, and words have no effect on halting Aelis's course. So now, Kret can only watch and whimper as her fate comes to her.
  But as Aelis's touch goes around the back of Kret’s skull and then outlines around her jaw, Kret feels the fire burning inside her again. "I hope," she growls, her voice hoarse from crying. "I hope that you choke on me, you stupid bitch."
Aelis sighs and shakes her head, bringing both hands to Kret's cheeks before squeezing them. The tail coils around, pushing Kret's arms against her body, catching onto the lamia’s tail. They keep going, but the kobold can't say or do anything but groan and gurgle with her face smooshed against two strong palms. Her protesting grunts only escalate once she feels the sickening pop and the burning pain that washes up from her tail. It continues to burn, even as the broken appendage follows along with the coiling serpent.
The gurgles are replaced by screams of the highest order as Kret feels pain unlike any she has ever experienced before. It is at her wails of torment that Aelis finally unwinds, only holding onto the kobold by her wrist, dangling her like a piece of meat.
Kret shivers as the pain receptors in her body fire at full speed. The white-hot burning pulses through her. She looks over her shoulder to survey the damage done to her body. Her tail hangs limply at the midpoint, the bone broken by the snake's power. Though the rest of her body throbs in soreness, the pain there is indescribable. Her whole body convulses in tiny shivers, both from the searing agony, the fear that courses through her, and the anger that boils over in her heart.
  "I'll... kill you..." she growls, baring her teeth. "You want to end me, snake... I won't go down without a fight."
"Foolish little lizard," Vijaya says, leaning on his throne in a reclining semi-sit. "As if the venom coursing through your blood right now will allow you to fight back."
"There's something else coursing in my blood," she whispers, loud enough for Aelis to hear. "And if you eat me, I swear I'll come back to haunt you. I'll take all of my willpower to claw my way out of the fires of the pit to burn your soul and-”
Aelis stares at Kret as the kobold utters a dying curse, but with each word the kobold speaks, the snake's mouth curls more and more into a smile. Then, she shows off her sharp white teeth. Then, she opens her mouth wide, her tongue dancing inside. 
Then, Kret can see Aelis’s uvula wriggling in the back of her throat as her ragged breath spills out into the air.
All pretenses of the snake woman's beauty pass away, like whatever rancid thing was buried deep inside her gullet. When she breathes, it is the stench of death, something she was either hiding before or Kret had become blind to from the hypnosis. Either way, the kobold kicks and punches to escape, but her motor skills have not fully returned, and she only manages a limp-wristed wiggle from her free arm.
  "I hope you like what you're seeing, little trash," Vijaya taunts. You'll have plenty of time to familiarize yourself with my pet's inner workings. It might take a while to do that because my dear Aelis can take her time with her meal if she deigns to do so. Let's just hope you aren't too tasty."
Vijaya's entourage chortle and guffaw at the crime boss's little joke, but Kret is too tired and weak to snap back at him now.
"However long it takes," she says, rolling her gaze back to the horror mouth that is Aelis, "I will get you..."
Aelis's mouth closes shut much faster than it opened up, and she seems, for even a minute, to contemplate something. But Kret doesn't care what she thinks or if there is something there, even a slight spark of compassion. This is a monster wrapped in the form of a beautiful woman. It's just like everyone else Kret has ever met. Ugly and scarred or handsome or alluring, all she has met have shown their true colors when they used and abused her kindness and her body. "If you don't end me..." she continues. "I'll end you and your master. His death will be more painful than yours."
That did it. 
Aelis hisses and spreads her mouth open wide. The loud pops of bone cracks throughout the hall as her jaw unhinges, spreading open the trap door to a warm abyss. Kret stares up at it, her eyes devoid of all care now as Aelis moves her hands down to hold onto Kret's, keeping the mostly paralyzed slave in a compact hold. Soon, the warmth of Aelis's mouth makes its way to Kret's forehead, where she fits steadily inside the ever-expanding entrance.
Kret shivers slightly as fangs brush against her scales, the pressure not nearly as strong as when Aelis chomped down on her shoulders earlier, but still the venom-stained teeth cut and infect her blood.
Kret groans as she feels this new warmth through her, and the last vestiges of her rebellious self desperately claw to the forefront of her consciousness. Instead, another Kret taps this part of her on the shoulder and pulls her away, peppered with reassurance, as if whispering sweet and subtle nothings into her. "Don't worry... you've had your chance. Now it is time to rest. Let me take over from here, and let your last moments be that of your most fantastic adventure and pleasure.
  With the snake pushing Kret’s body up to cover her eyes now, Kret can no longer rely on her sight or hearing. The interior of the lamia is so tight that her eyes see nothing but undulating muscle, and her ears hear nothing but the gurgles and squishes of saliva and other digestive fluids preparing themselves for her. All she can do is smile and nod, saying. "This is all yours..."
Aelis pauses momentarily, the lamia's tongue flicking over the top of Kret's head as if she had noticed something that wasn't there before—a slight temperature change or rougher scales--but the lamia shakes it off. After all, the taste is terrific. She had never had a kobold before. Such creatures hardly came this way by her knowledge, which, admittedly, is minuscule.
After assessing that the change is nothing more than her imagination, the lamia lowers the sedated kobold to sit on her rump, the drop pushing her broken tail underneath her.
Kret does not react, at least not how the lamia would have suspected, but instead, a soft groan rises out of Kret's mouth, followed by a quiver all over her body. Her fingers twitch and, in their limited mobility, brush up along her thighs.
  The lamia's eyes widen, and she gurgles slightly in response. Vijaya, meanwhile, can't help but slam his palm against the arm of his throne. "Ha, ha! Would you look at that? The once defiant slave is now so full of my pet's venom that she equates being devoured to a feeling of pleasure!"
Aelis looks at her master from the corner of her eye, unsure about his observation. It's her venom, so indeed, she knows how it works. There's no way that Kret's arousal towards being eaten could have come from lingering effects from her last dosage. This has to be Kret's own doing. The kobold’s own mind has decided to turn this experience on its head. Aelis desperately wishes to correct her master Vijaya, but when her eyes catch his, she sees his happiness and expectation, and the subservient serpent creature feels renewed and reinvigorated.
She uses the kobold's position on the ground to help herself to consume her, her mouth opening wide to accommodate the reptilian snout. But as she slides the upper portion inside, Kret's tongue snakes its way out, licking at her lips in a strange kiss.
Kret lets go of her fears and worries and transcends into a brand-new state of mind. In this state, she takes the impending demise in stride, letting all the sensations be pleasurable to her. The caress of the tongue, the embrace of the mouth, and even the pain of the rough handling and her tail throb through her with signals telling the unhinged kobold that she is, in fact, alive!
  With the kobold's snout halfway through, Aelis has no trouble taking the rest of the kobold's head into herself. It's there that Kret's tongue lashes out, tasting the lamia's own.
Aelis's black eyes roll back at this sensation. She knows that fear makes her prey taste all the better, and she knows that lulling them into a sense of comfort and love makes them go down easier, but this is by far something different. Her treat is reciprocating feelings of desire and passion, even as she slides down deeper into her throat. Already, the horns and forehead bulge the snake's neck, and as she opens her unhinged jaw wider and kisses Kret's shoulders, the writhing within her brings her male serpent shaft to its full size. 
The grunts of unusual delight travel up her throat and into Kret's ears, who give them back by tilting her head back and letting her tongue ride out in front of her, flicking at the lamia's uvula.
Aelis collapses onto the ground, breaking into a sweat as she feels herself being fondled from inside. Still, she will not stop her consumption, as her master is watching, and she will do anything to please him. She even rolls over on the sandy ground, flipping the poor kobold over and giving Vijaya a look at her arousal. She swallows Kret to about her shoulders as her hands travel down her body. The lamia groans with that creature a quarter of the way into her mouth, fingers playing at her own breasts, rolling them for the additional stimulation as she wraps her fingers around her pointed shaft.
  Kret pushes so deep that the dangling cord is no longer in her reach, and instead, she finds her arms stuck in the gateway to her oblivion. However, the inside, past the mouth, isn't so bad. The snake's body wraps around her, muscles contracting and pushing to slide her down along her way. But Kret feels the embrace around her is not as strong as when the lamia tried to crush her tail. If only her tail worked, she would have more to give back to Aelis in this final journey, but she cannot. Deep in her mind, the scared Kret whimpers, trying to claw her way back, but a more confident Kret grabs her by the tail, yanking her back into her arms.
"And just where do you think you're going, hmmm?"
"We're... I'm going to die!" Kret gasps, looking back towards Kret.
"No... we aren't," Kret purs, rolling her metaphorical tongue out and lapping at her metaphysical neck. "You gave me permission to finish this for you, remember? Just enjoy the ride. I have it all figured out." 
Kret closes her eyes, feeling those hands and those muscles squeezing and petting her, urging her further down inside Aelis and into her psyche.
  Outside, Aelis raises her hips, lustfully pumping at her shaft as she takes Kret down to the stomach, pinching her nipple and just putting on a display for her master.
Vijaya adjusts his headdress and licks his lips. "Aelis..." he speaks up, scooting forward and watching with rapt attention. "I've never seen you like this before. What is so different here that you're loving your meal so much? I must know!"
But Aelis cannot respond to him, instead fucking her hand as her tail splashes sand here and there, her upper body bulging, ribs spreading to make room for the whole being inside of her.
The juices that cover Kret allow her to slide down much quicker, and she even tries to find purchase on the ground or on anything to push her inside even faster. 
The increased wriggling of the kobold causes the lamia to cough and gulp, the muscles of her esophagus contracting to push down past her rump.
Kret's broken tail burns as it is bent back down to accommodate her entrance into the lamia.
Aelis's lewd gurgles continue as the kobold practically shoves herself down the snake woman's throat. Around her shaft, Aelis continues to pump, her hips bucking and her tail twitching as her dinner happily pushes her way inside of her body. She tastes the sweet bitterness of exertion upon the scales of Kret's underbelly and, with a little bit of good old elbow grease, the lamia pokes her tongue out from her wide-open mouth to lap up at the still-exposed portion of the kobold.
  Kret, for her part, feels the warmth and juicy insides as saliva and mucus coat her body. The inside of a snake lady, warm-blooded from the human half, keeps her reptilian form incubated while awaiting her final destination. Even though she cannot move her arms too far, the kobold hugs herself, the hands rubbing over her spit-drenched body seem alien. She would never delight in such a terrible experience, but wouldn't she? Even as she jumps deeper into her predator's body, her mind reflects back to her dungeon crawl when her so-called adventuring partner tossed her headfirst into the gelatinous cube. She remembers how her clothes burned away and her body became cocooned in the cool gel of the creature's form. She recalls the tingling sensation all over her, cleaning her body of all debris, yet not hurting her. Would this be a similar situation? Those hands that run over her seem to think so, and they move down along her body, trying to join the tongue as it plays with her.
Now, Kret’s legs and tail are the only things sticking out of Aelis’s mouth. With a heft of her tail, Aelis pushes herself to a standing position for her master and his guests to watch. Her eyes roll back, her tongue sticks out, the base of it rubbing at the kobold's slit and tasting the salty expulsions from her own femcock. Even as her belly begins to bulge with the weight of the small-sized snack within her, she jerks off with such intensity as to make her palm raw.
Kret's hand joins Aelis's tongue, spreading her slit wide and letting the cream filling from their previous lovemaking glaze her taste buds. Indeed, this is the most sincere form of love, and Aelis's body twitches and jerks, fighting to stay up or fall back down to the ground and become, once more, a twitching mass of pleasure.
Aelis's mouth has returned to an almost average size. Her cum-drenched tongue slides out, the long appendage wrapping around Kret's heels,  pushing up between two of her toes and resting upon her soles. 
The kobold tries to kick, but it is no use. After all, she wants this, too,  but damn if that didn't tickle something awful. 
Tilting her head back and yanking in those lassoed feet, the lamia brings the feet of the little lizard girl inside of her with one last gulp. Accompanying that swallow, Aelis falls to her back, the oozing dick shoots off into the air with much more passion and force than when she made love to the kobold. Soon, the snake's humanoid upper body is drizzled with the pearly ooze of satisfaction, decorating her extended, almost pregnant belly and accenting her serpent tits. She falls back,  her arms splayed, her tail uncoiling, and she breathes heavily as she stares up and to the side to look at her master again. 
As she lays upon the ground, she moves her hand, now free from jerking herself, and brushes a finger at the tail of kobold's tip. It's the only thing left to tell the world what went inside the lamia. Though it was broken, kret could still feel the strokes along it, adding the sensation of a sensuous stroke to the searing pain. The combination is the supreme form of living and makes the kobold gasp loud enough for even the lamia to hear. 
But the time for playing is finally over, and  Aelis is tired. With her lips pursed, the lamia sucks in the tail with a loud slurp, followed by a pop and sighs, laying back, hands supporting her head as her tail casually draws circles in the sand.
Vijaya stands up from his throne and claps his hands. "Magnificent," he calls out. Indeed, you are our greatest weapon against those who would seek to enslave us, Aelis. You are our champion, my champion. Indeed,  not even the greatest monsters sent to us can defeat you."
Aelis smiles and nods to her master before she closes her eyes to take a well-deserved nap, her hands rubbing over her sperm-stained tits and then resting finally on her belly, where deep within, Kret squirms.
Kret's journey takes her down through Aelis's esophagus. The muscle pushes and contracts her down as she reaches the final digestion in the lamia's stomach. But she hugs herself, curling her toes and closing her eyes in the darkness of the body. "Don't worry,  Kret," she breathes to herself," you are going to be alright..."
The sweet nothings come to her mind as, despite being so lovingly embraced by her lover's muscles and organs, she feels Kret's hands caressing her. She imagines her tongue licking at her cheek as digestive enzymes coat her.
"Lovely Kret. Foolish Kret," she says to herself. "You aren't scared of this at all. And if you had it your way, maybe you'd let the  snake finish you off and end your suffering?"
"N... no..." Kret says, twitching as her body shifts and plummets into the sack deep inside the snake. "I have too much to live for. I have to get out. I have to find him. I have to pay her back. I have to kill the  bouncer!"
"Then, you know what must be done."
"I can't do it... I can't do any of it," Kret says, as the once accommodating walls around her excrete a hissing substance that splats over her scales. The tingling is so familiar, just like the cube that had engulfed her what seems like a lifetime ago.
"You can't, or you won't?" Kret asks herself, and it feels like a finger brushes over her naked neck, unhindered by the collar that suppresses her magic.
"I... I can't," she says, shuddering under the touch, but her words become gargled, her nose pressed up against the stomach lining. Gurgling acid rises up, ejaculating from the walls and filling the bladder with the dissolving acid. Even as she attempts to speak out against herself, her words come out only as a burbling mess under her digestive juices.
"Too late, little Kret," the kobold says to herself. "But maybe, just maybe, luck will be on our side once again. If not, enjoy this final  ride."
Part of her is so calm, too calm. From the tip of her nose to the end of her broken and throbbing tail, Kret feels the juices slosh and bubble around her, yet they do not burn. All she feels is the delightful tingle, the same tingle that filled her when she was in the jelly. It's the very same feeling that drove her to pleasure herself with that egg toy back in the caravan. She groans inside of Aelis's stomach, rolling around and bending over, reaching down and sliding fingers into her slit. If this is the way she's going to go, then she'll go out riding high. But as she bends forward, she feels a pop. She opens her eyes and she hears to something else floating in her stretched stomach. She gasps, taking in some of the acid. With a few hacking coughs,  she grasps at her neck, feeling not the metal bands that had impeded her for so long but the raw throbbing flesh underneath.
"So," Kret says, nipping gently on Kret's neck. "What were you saying about not being able to do anything?"
"I... I can!" she says, her face twisting into a smile. Her eyes glow deep in that darkness as she merrily jerks in excitement.
"I can... I can, and I will!"
Aelis's first moments were spent curling up inside her egg's warmth. She stirred to her first desires from that all-encompassing shell, thrashing around and punching through the outer casing. When she emerged, soaked in the natal fluids, her whines were heard by a circle of affluent traders, all of them marveling at her. She didn't know it at the time, but she was special.
The merchants squabbled and bickered, and her black eyes slowly opened. The blur was standing directly before her, looking back down at her. It was a few minutes before she first saw the sand-caked brown face, the eyes as black she would come to undertand hers to be, and the beard and lips spread in the smile of the first man she would ever call her master.
Her master took her home to his golden palace and placed her in a tiny nest. When she cried in hunger, he would snap his fingers, and one of his many servants would appear, tossing a little rat to her. She loved those rats, and even as she was new to the world, she would coil one up and open her mouth so very wide to gobble it up for that delicious feeling in her tummy!
The longer she stayed with her master, the longer she grew, and the longer she grew, the more he gave her. And it wasn't only food that her master would provide her, but such shiny clothes. Golden bracelets and swishy dresses sparkled in the sun as she danced. And her master loved how she danced. He would order it every night, and she would dress in something different for him each night, for he would give her such nice things. Each of those nights, she grew out of her old clothes, and new clothes couldn't keep up, for they covered less and less of her body. One day, he asked her to dance without providing anything new. So, she wore what she had the day before. He didn't like that. Her master threw his tray at her for not wearing the nothing he brought her, and it confused Aelis so much.
That was the last day that her master asked her to dance.
Soon, she would get a different Mistress. Her mistress saw her and handed Aelis a sword and had her large men throw her into a sandy pit. There, Aelis watched the men and women use those swords and pierce each other's flesh, watching as blood leaked out of them, much like the blood from the rats she ate. Her tummy growled when she saw the crimson fluid, and one day, she was led into the place where the people chopped each other up, and she dodged and weaved the man she faced, finding this new dance to be just as fun as the old ones, or rather... much more! At her first opponent's death, she was so hungry. So she opened her mouth oh so very wide!
Her next opponent was different. She wasn't a man at all. She fought valiantly, their dance much quicker, much more refined. It made her tingle in her tummy as their blades clashed, a smile spreading across her face as she looked into her opponent's eyes. But every dance has to end, and when she sliced through the woman, the blood gushed out and sprinkled over Aelis's chest. She shuddered at it, and she forgot her hunger as she moved her hands over the blood-soaked flesh. She felt a tingling down at the base of her tail, just underneath her tummy. Her little snake slid out from within her flaps. She never thought much of that little snake before, but her mistress had her taken from the pit then and there.
Aelis had never seen her mistress undressed before, and the bed she lay on reminded Aelis of her old Master's bed. The lamia had to slither onto her when the woman ushered her forward. When her mistress's hands grabbed her shoulder and pulled her in, Aelis had no idea what she was doing. When their lips touched, and she felt that tongue enter inside of her, then that little snake stuck out from within her, standing taller than before. Before Aelis could pull herself free, the sensation of the woman's warmth beneath her was enough to spring her first fight with lust. It is a fight she lost.
And she continued to lose that fight, leaving the Colosseum and remaining at her mistress's side. Her mistress would have her at her side forever. Aelis wore glimmering metal during the day and stripped it off at night, playing with her mistress over and over again.
One day, her mistress lay in bed, her hair gray, her body frail, yet Aelis was larger and stronger than ever. Her mistress held a hand up to her pet and lover, brushing fingers over the lamia's cheeks. They had discussed what would happen in the twilight of her life. So, one last time, Aelis kissed her cheek, and the lamia opened her mouth oh so very wide.
The day afterward, her next master came to her. He was a short creature—something she hadn't known before— something that hadn't lived nearly as long, but he pet her and told her that he would take care of her if she protected him and his interests.
"You are a special girl, Aelis," her master had told her all those years ago. Together, we will make sure that bitch who took your mistress  from you gets what she deserves."
She didn't understand what he meant then. Still, she went under Vijaya's wing, becoming his pet. he would sit in during some of his meetings, learning about his plan to overthrow the Queen, a woman she had never met before but someone her mistress knew all too well—someone who had betrayed her mistress. 
She followed him and did everything he told her because this Queen, whoever she was, made Aelis miss some time with her mistress; for that, she would never forgive that monster.
But for now, Aelis has nothing to worry about. After all, her battle against the arrogant kobold that had dishonored her master had ended,  and it was in a much more explosive manner than she had ever expected. he lamia sprawls out on the sandy arena, her tummy expands from the meal that rests within her, and her chest and belly glisten with her terrible orgasm.
"Aelis!" Her master barks, standing up from his seat. He glances over at him, her eyes still glossy from the glow of the experience. All his guests had left, leaving them only in the room. Come, girl. We have much to discuss."
Aelis groans, one hand holding her bulging belly up as the other pushes her upper body enough for her tail to do the rest of the work. Soon, she slumps forward and lets her tail carry her as she slithers on out of the room, leaving her armor for another servant to pick up. After all, she cannot wear it while working off a meal.
Her master joins her, hopping off from the lowest stare leading out of the arena. The bright kobold with his gaudy feather headdress would look silly if it weren't for the ever-present scowl on his face. Aelis frowns but does nothing to attempt to cheer him up. What was it that she did that upset him so?
He can always read her feelings and speak without looking at her. "I'm glad that bitch is serpent food," he says with a growl, "I just wish you could have her burn in your stomach longer, my pet. But you're going to have to dispose of her promptly. We have much more important things to plan. When you killed the Dark Queen's diplomat, it motioned machinations that we cannot hope to stop. Either we attack her, or she will attack us. I would much rather we pressed the  home advantage."
Two guards stand at the end of the hall, and they salute their boss and open the doors for him and his pet, each of them staring at her breasts. The men always did that--some of the women, too. They liked to play with them, especially when she gave them her venom. She licks her fangs, thinking about it. They still taste like the kobold. Such a savory taste, yet she was pretty sweet in her own way.
She follows her master to the side of his seat in the audience room and coils up around the chair, resting her head on a pillow. She stares at the ceiling and rests her hands on her stomach, wondering how the kobold went down. How many has she eaten over the years that some would consider 'people'? More than she could count. But all of them went the same way. The ones who were still alive either went down fighting. Those were always fun. Otherwise, some begged for their lives. Those were not as fun. Though their tears tasted good,  she did clean them off so that they may join her with dignity, make her stronger, and not allow them to die as a blubbering mess. Her mistress didn't fight, but neither did she cry. They cuddled, and they kissed, and she went down in much the same way as the kobold, as her mistress, as her lover.
"Aelis!" Vijaya snaps, and the lamia hops back up to her standing position. Her stomach sloshes around, and she works overtime on the kobold. Her throat burns, and she burps in response to her master.
"You need to pay attention. I've been telling you that my audience  chamber isn't the time or the place for that." He says, pointing downward.
Aelis blinks and looks downward. However, she cannot see past the prodigious size of her stomach.
"Your junk!" He says. You've had a boner in the middle of this important meeting!"
Aelis jumps and spins to face the entrance. There, standing with a traveling hat in his hands and his eyes as wide as any of her prey is a man she recognizes. He was here a few days ago, singing a song for her master. She smiles as she sees him but slides behind the chair, where she cannot be fully seen to take care of her business.
Leaning her back against the cool metal of the throne, Aelis hears her master's conversation as she sets to work on her little problem. She had this appendage for as long as she lived, but when she saw others called 'female,' they did not have such a thing. It's constantly perplexing, yet she doesn't hate it. In fact, her mistress loved her for it, at least at first... before she actually said those words.
She sucks in the air as she thinks of her mistress, running her thumb under the head of her shaft.
"Quiet back there," Vijaya says but then returns to talking. Always bossing around, especially that one. Master had promised to feed him to her if he didn't pay his debts to her master.
Ugh... food. She can't think of food right now. Even if it is a handsome bard. She's so full. It's weird. She's eaten things far larger than that little kobold, yet her stomach growls and snarls at it, making her tummy hurt too much and become too full. She tries to not think of it as she rubs her length. Instead, she thinks of her mistress, how she felt, coiled under her tail, and how she would give Aelis little kisses. She sniffles, wiping her eyes of the tears that form. But the sight of her mistress tears apart as she feels as if cold steel has stabbed him right through the chest!
Her voice cracks as she clutches her chest and rolls out from behind the throne. She falls off the platform with a flop and lands on her back.
Vijaya snaps, standing up from his seat. "What is the meaning of this interruption!?"
She looks at him, eyes wide, her vision wavering slightly at the feeling of something tearing her up, burning her up, filling her insides.
Vijaya's eyes lose their furious glow, and he staggers down the steps and to her side. "Aelis...! My pet. Tell me what's wrong!"
"Maybe," the guest says, taking a few steps back. "Maybe I should go."
"You stay!" Vijaya snarls. "Help me get her to her seat. You owe me,  bard!" He growls, but his insistence is much more desperate than Aelis had ever seen in her master.
Aelis coughs, feeling something gurgling up from within her. When she pulls her hands away, blood and chunks dribble over her chin.
"Oh gods..." Vijaya says, falling to his knees. "What is happening...?"
The burning throughout all of Aelis's torso grows. She claws at her expanded tummy and thrashes around, her tail striking.
Vijaya in the face and knocking the kobold over onto his side. The bard stands there, completely dumbfounded.
"Damn it, you loser!" Vijaya snaps, wiping the blood off of his cheek. "Sing her a soothing melody. Can't you see she needs healing!?"
"R... right. Sorry, boss!" He coughs and stands tall, his voice coming to Aelis's ears like a balm to a wound. She rolls onto her stomach,  pushing herself up. Her lip quivers as she shakes her head, feeling her chest expand and her stomach shrinking. Her throat tries to keep it in, but her head swims, her body telling her that what she ate is no good. She looks at her master, tears running down her eyes, blood dribbling down her lips and chin. She tries to comfort and give him a smile, but all that comes from her mouth is the contents of her stomach.
Heaving heavily, her hair covering her face, getting chunks of previous meals, and the stink of bile all over the floor, Aelis warps and distends as the contents of her stomach claw their way up out of her. Her chest expands, and then her throat bulges, making a distinctly snout-shaped sleeve in her body. Her mouth opens wide as her groans of dismay and excruciating pain echo throughout the chamber. Her body fights against the horrible thing that had taken up residence in her. So, with one more mighty heave, she expels the rest of her contents onto the ground and collapses into it.
Aelis doesn't move, and she is hardly awake after that violent vomit. She had never felt so unclean and so low. Her throat burns, her mouth burns, her soul burns. Laying there, the exposed sick cakes her body, and her skin is marred by stretch marks at her throat. Her jaw hangs loose,  throbbing in pain after the large chunks of meat kicked their way out of her.
The quiet fills the entire room for an eternity as Aelis becomes used to the pain that covers her whole existence. But soon enough, the ringing in her ears disappears as she hears her master's voice calling her name.
She pushes herself once more, as much as she can. Her tail twitches, not listening to her as she tries to push herself up. But why?
Both the bard and her master stare at the stinking pile of vomit that lies on the ground. Amidst the chunks of her earlier meals lay the fully formed yet bloody and terrible-looking kobold.
"Aelis..." Vijaya says, his own legs shaking. "Wh... why did you throw that up...? Did that traitor not... did she not agree with you?"
The bard's eyes furrow as he looks at the motionless lump lying on the ground.
The little bundle twitches, and Vijaya croaks at the sight. A clawed hand slaps at the ground, a tiny reptilian body shudders, and a kobold's arm pushes the lump up. It gets to its knees, coughing now, a hand on her own stomach. She brings up more bile, not her own, but the sick stomach juices she was forced to swallow during her escape from the belly of the beast. She reaches her hand around her neck, rubbing the smooth scales underneath. No longer are they hindered by the magic-dampening collar. She feels her natural bloodline flowing through her again, like an old friend she had missed for quite some time.
She sits on her knees now, rubbing the gore from her eyes and flicking chunks away in disgust. When she opens them, her vision is blurry, but she sees her hand before her. Wiggling her fingers, she feels the tingle of power return to them. The spark of magic reignites as a tiny flame appears in her hand. But before her, there stands someone. Kret, finally feeling that she is not alone, feels the cool air of the audience chamber, and she looks up to the man standing before her. The human man... the singing man... She furrows her brow and pushes herself up, stumbling to her feet, her back hunched, her teeth bared, and her eyes burning as she stares directly into his own. And from her rebirth from the snake's maw, she has one word to say, which comes to her as a low and long growl. "You...!"
The bard's eyes become tiny dots as the kobold's words resonate through him. It's inconceivable that he would ever see that kobold girl he conned ever again--let alone in Vijaya's audience chamber. He never once imagined seeing her eyes burning in hate, her very being radiating in magical power.
Vijaya's voice wavers as he speaks up. "My pet..."
"You think you're so big..." Kret says, ignoring the crime boss,  twitching her fingers. "Using your fancy words, your winning smile, that tanned skin. Using all of that... to snag a few gold coins... You must  be a real bad-ass, a real big man."
Vijaya hisses with urgency. "Stop her! Go!"
In her awkward stance, Kret's lips twitch, waiting for the perfect moment of weakness. The bard leans back, about to run, but she slings the spell she was preparing straight at him. Magical energy erupts from her fingers, blood bubbling in her body, providing her the magic necessary to cast the karmic spell against her quarry.
The bard flinches. He has no time to prepare a counterattack
from this surprise sorcerer. But even as magical energy lights the room with its powerful burst, a blur of a figure jumps in the way, taking the brunt of the damage.
Aelis stands her ground, her body bloodied but not yet broken. Her form glimmers slightly, struck by the unknown spell. She pants heavily,  staring directly at the kobold that had been her dinner only moments before. She reaches up, fingers pushing her jaw back into place with a  loud and painful "pop."
"What are you doing!?" Aelis screams. "That Bard is nothing! You shouldn't be protecting him! You should be killing her!"
Kret looks at the criminal kobold from the corner of her eye and flings a splash of acid in his direction. He gasps and covers his face,  but Aelis zips into the way herself, the corrosive slime hitting her on her tail.
Though her scales sizzle and burn, the lamia still stands between Kret and her prey. The kobold sorcerer growls and spins back around, flinging a fiery blast to the bard, but snarls when she sees that he has exited the room.
Aelis hisses, her teeth sharp and dripping with venom as she lunges towards the kobold. Kret closes her eyes, keeping her back to the lamia as her teeth get closer and closer to her, threatening to penetrate her scales once more and send her spiraling down back into a nightmare of lust and misguided love.
Aelis widens her mouth, ready to take a big chunk of the kobold this time. She tried to kill her master and burn her master. She will not go down in one piece this time!
The serpentine fangs hit scaled flesh, and Aelis bit down, attempting to tear through. Yet, her tiny teeth only make a little scratch over those giant scales. She's unable to penetrate them, but why?"
Kobold's fingers pinch at the tip of the lamia's tail, and Kret hoists Aelis up, dangling between her fingers and holding the lamia in front of her eyes.
Aelis screams as she sees the monstrous visage before her. Kret has become a giant, dwarfing the once tall and proud lamia. Aelis dangles head-down, and even when she curls up, she can't reach the fingers that pinch against her tail, crushing it with a giant's strength.
"Wh... what did you do to her!?" Her master calls out. Aelis twirls around toward him to see that he has also become a giant. The lamia frowns, squirming in the kobold sorcerer's grip, not knowing how or when they could get so big.
"Oh, please. Didn't you hear me, Vijaya? I told that bard he needed to check his size, didn't I? But your stupid pet got in my way."
Aelis turns back toward Kret, swinging in her grasp as her black eyes widen.
"I wanted to start my revenge on that bard, but you know what?
You'll do just fine. Let's see how YOU like this journey."
Kret opens her mouth wide, her gaping maw dripping in saliva. Her breath blows hot over the lamia's skin. A long, reptilian tongue slips out over the maw, and soon, Kret lowers the shrunken lamia onto it.
Kret shudders as she rolls her tongue back into her mouth, bundling up the lamia into her own constrictive muscle. Kret shivers at the taste,  feeling her stomach lurch. Revenge doesn't taste nearly as good as she thought it would, but it's the principle of the thing.
Vijaya shakes his head as Kret's mouth spreads into a devious smile. "No... no, please, don't. Not her. Not Aelis. I can't lose her!"
Kret shrugs, tilting her head backward, and with a loud display, she gives him a nice, long gulp to listen to. Her stomach growls and churns, and she taps her belly and steps toward Vijaya. Her broken tail moves on instinct, and the flash of pain knocks the kobold to her knees momentarily.
Vijaya, who was once scared of her, snickers, standing tall again. "What's this? You got nothing left after killing my pet? I must commend  you for your ability, but it seems you're all out of your might, and you're back to being the gutter trash that you've always been!"
Kret flicks her finger, and Vijaya grasps his chest, freezing. "W... what are you?"
Kret pushes herself up, carefully accounting for her broken tail. "I'm not done... not with you... not with that bard. Now... come here, Vijaya. I just had my dinner.
I want my just desserts."
Aelis squirms in the hot and moist tongue, her tail thrashing about as she tries to escape. She never thought she would be prey to any creature. She never thought she'd see something big enough to feast upon her. But now she is trapped in the darkness of the kobold's mouth. When Kret's head tilts, she tumbles back, the tongue letting go of her. She claws desperately at the muscle, trying to get hold of it. But soon, spit pours down the kobold's throat, striking the lamia in a cascade of digestive fluid. Her fingers scrape at the back of the tongue, holding on for dear life. She knows that she has no tricks--no magic--to save her from the belly of the beast. Tears flow down her eyes as the muscles contract, forcing her to take her down into the inescapable. She spent her life doing this to others, and now, this is how her life ends?
Her mistress. This is what happened to her mistress! She realizes now that her strength--her soul will join with this sorcerer. In this shrunken state, she cannot protect her master, but maybe, just maybe,  this kobold, this Kret, can. And to ensure she does, Aelis gives Kret one last gift. Opening her mouth wide, wider, she plunges her fangs into the kobold's wriggling tongue, pumping into her an extreme dose of her loving venom.
Knowing that the world and her master are in much better hands, Aelis smiles and lets go, her serpentine form tumbling down,  disappearing into the darkness beyond to face her last journey.
Kret flinches, her throat spasming and her tongue flailing around, the tip rubbing just at the base, where slight trickles of blood ooze out,  draining down into her throat as Aelis also goes down. The lamia sighs,  landing in a small pocket of muscle. Spit and blood trickle over her,  rinsing her off of the disgusting fluids she had when she was still her normal size. Her hands rub all along her body, letting the warm fluids from Kret cover her entirely in a bath. When the kobold gulps again,  the muscles around her squeeze her, and she tumbles down head first. Kret envelopes her body so hard that Aelis is now unable to move. The warm embrace is not unlike that of her mistress, giving her a big hug when they woke up in the morning. As the wet inner flesh of the kobold pushes her down, it squeezes and caresses all over the lamia's body, licking and petting her cheeks, her breasts, and even down that male member of hers. She groans, shifting and pushing her hips forward, letting that part of her enjoy the sensual nature of this encounter.
Soon enough, the hug of the kobold's throat ends, and the tiny shrunken lamia falls into a small pocket. She curls up,  wrapping her twitching and throbbing tail around herself, closing her eyes as she lets her end come. But is this truly the end? In some way, Kret will be strengthened by the lamia's power, and with her newfound love for Aelis's master, it could only end in good places.
Kret snarls as she stands before the writhing, pathetic mess that was once Vijaya, boss of the underground criminal organization. Now, he is a panting, stuttering mess, clutching his chest in one hand while the other stretches out to her, his orange eyes losing focus. He knows that his fate is in her hands, and with a thought, her sorceress magic can end the creature who had made her life a living hell. Yet, instead of crushing him between her claws, the kobold sorceress finds herself gently letting go. As her fingers spread apart, his breathing becomes less strained, and his eyes regain their focus, losing the desperation but gaining confusion.

Kret limps forward, her broken tail making it hard to balance, but hate and magic keep her focused on her goal instead of her pain. The naked mage stands before him now, one hand upon her stomach while the other is down at her side, fingers twitching and ready to fire off another spell if he decides to do something stupid.

"Yuh... you ate her..." Vijaya says, his eyes and his voice quivering.

  Kret grimaces, lifting one leg, slamming it down onto his cheek, and pressing him down against the floor. "Aelis is giving me a stomachache," she says. "And because of both of you, I've lost the bard. Do you know how long it will take me to find him again?" She punctuates her question by grinding her heel against his scales, crushing him against the floor.

Vijaya groans, scratching at the ground beneath him. His guards will soon arrive. All he has to do is lead her own for the time being. "Yuh... you win. Please, I-- aack!"

Acid spreads from Kret's heel, burning his scales. It isn't potent. It's just a reminder. "You will address me as 'Mistress,' now." Even though Vijaya has his terrible claws and could tear her to ribbons, Kret knows that he is far too scared of her power to attempt to fight. This knowledge alone is enough to encourage this newfound confidence. Kret's fingers wrap around his feathered headdress, and she yanks it off. With little circumstance, she plops the thing on top of her bloody, sticky head. "Now, you're going to say it."

  Vijaya feels the hum of electricity on her heel, and he squeezes his eyes shut, hissing his response through clenched teeth. "You are my mistress."

"And what does that make you?"

"It.... It makes me..." he pauses. What did she want him to be? A pet, a slave? Lower than garbage? A shock makes him yelp, and he calls out. "I'm your slave, muh-mistress!"

With that, Kret removes her foot. "An excellent choice, slave." She says. "You know your place. Now... why don't you lead me to where your healers are and tell them the good news?"

But Vijaya can't do that. The guards are going to be rushing here to the meeting room. If he leads her astray, she'll kill him for sure. He has to think of something, anything to distract her.

"Wuh... wait, mistress." He says, pushing himself to his hands and knees and bowing his head low. "Please, let this... let this lowly slave show you the... the depths of his devotion."

Kret quirks one of her ridges. "Oh? Well, what could I possibly have you do? Let me think..."

In his mind, Vijaya cheers. All he has to do is make her waste more time. Surely, someone will come in and save him at the last minute. "Perhaps mistress would like if I--"

  "Please me, slave," Kret commands. The bubbling she feels in her stomach after eating the lamia grows, shifting into a new sensation. She can keep this one around and blow off some steam. Who knows, maybe missing out on the bard for now wasn't such a bad thing?

"Eh... excuse me, mistress?" he asks.

She steps in front of him, her blood-soaked body right in his face. "You heard me, slave. Do you want to prove your devotion? I've been having a lot of frustrations lately. Let's put that mouth of yours to some actual good use, shall we? I grow tired of hearing you grovel. Now, eat me out!"

The kobold slave gulps, his eyes widening as he looks at her slit. His arms shudder in anger and fury, but when he glances up at her, seeing an even more furious glance from her, he immediately loses his nerve and lets a whimper escape his throat. Seeing no other way to escape or stall for time, he gulps and leans in.

First, he presses his snout up against her scales. The conquering kobold sighs, moving her hands to his head, running them over his horns before gripping them like handles. He takes a long, surprised whiff and coughs when she pulls him closer. The mix of musk and blood and bile is an overwhelming scent, and his stomach heaves at the idea of placing his tongue against the kobold's body. If he's to avoid the nastiest parts of it, he only has one place to go. So, closing his eyes, he quickly slips his long, reptilian tongue inside; the sour taste of Aelis's fluids only hits his buds for a split second before he gets the folds of his temporary mistress.

  Kret shudders, her grip tightening upon Vijaya's horns. Inwardly, he chuckles that his plan is working. The dominant kobold can't help but wonder how else she could use him. Why kill him when it could be so much more fun using him? She wonders why she even wanted him dead in the first place. Maybe she was just grumpy on an empty stomach. The dominant kobold spellcaster stands up on her toes and pushes her hips forward, squishing the former crime boss's snout against her rank flesh. She does not let go of him; instead, she tightens her grip on his handlebars and shudders in delight.

Meanwhile, Vijaya continues to use his tongue to pleasure her. He feels the heat building up within him. His anger, fear, and disgust bubble up throughout his whole body. The loss of his pet and his dignity burn throughout his entire form. If he's ever going to overthrow the Dark Queen, he must first remove this monstrous kobold from the equation. He will not trade one dominatrix for another, especially one that forces him to stoop to such a level.

  Kret huffs, her eyes narrowing as she holds onto her new little pet. If he had been a master who wanted to eat her out instead of making his snake eat her, then maybe she wouldn't be on such a revenge trip? Ah well, the ends justify the means, and she means to get everything she can out of this kobold's body.

Shouts and footsteps echo down the hall, and Kret stops her gyrations, looking over her shoulder with a narrowed, annoyed glance.

Vijaya grabs onto his new mistress's hips, laughing with his mouth full of cloaca as he stares down the hallway in glee. "Yeaaaah!" he shouts, his tongue and snout humming against her sex. "Coooe Guarsh!"
Two guards storm into the room, each dressed up in leather armor. One of them, a grizzled orc, might have had some ogre blood in him. 
He stares her down with a snarl on his face. The other is a lithe figure, a catfolk, young, inexperienced, and a calico with a heart-shaped black spot over one of his violet eyes. 
While the orc stands in a ready and threatening position, the calico grasps his sword hilt, his legs shaking and teeth chattering.
"Waa youu waaii foooo!" Vijaya shouts "kiilll rrrr!" 
The orcish guard roars, charging forward. Bloodlust is in his eyes, and savage spittle froths from his lips as he stomps into the audience chamber. 
Kret brushes her fingers along Vijaya's cheek, a small orb forming at her index fingertip. 
Vijaya's pupil shrinks as the bright thing passes through his vision. He may not be a mage himself, but he knows damn well what's coming up. 
Before he could even shout, "Look now!" Kret pointed her finger straight at the orc and said, "Burn." 
The tiny mote of light fires from her fingertip, careening through the air before it collides squarely against the guard's chest. The moment it makes contact, the fireball explodes, causing the guard to scream like he was in the inferno itself before he collapses to the ground on his knees and finally falls forward, a charred mass.
  The feline guard stands with his mouth agape, shaking, losing all control, and a small stain marring his uniform pants.
"You," Kret says, pointing to him.
The calico's eyes snap to the kobold's. He grips his sword with one hand and tries to cover up his shame with the other. "Muh...-me?" he squeaks.
She doesn't say anything but curls her finger. Vijaya growls between her legs, but she sends a zap across his tongue, which makes him groan in surprise, pain, and annoyance before shutting up.
The cat boy steps forward slowly in an awkward gait, his eyes trailing over the veteran guard’s charred corpse. When Kret snaps her fingers, he mews and runs up to her.
She points to his sword belt and commands. "Drop it!"
He does as she says, undoing the belt and letting the sword clatter to the floor. Of course, the ill-fitting guard's outfit starts to slide down his body, and he grabs his pants, whining slightly in embarrassment.
"You see this hat?" Kret says, pointing to Vijaya's former headdress on her crown. "I'm your boss now!" She punctuates this by shoving Vijaya up against her again, the kobold groaning and holding tight to keep himself from falling over onto her.
The cat nods his understanding. "Yuh... you want something of me, boss?"
Vijaya growls.
Kret slaps him in the back of the head. "Strip."
"Stuh... strip!?" he repeats.
Her eyes begin to glow.
The cat hisses and stumbles back, letting go of his trousers. His shirt is so long that it covers him up, but he wastes no time in stripping. He unhooks his helmet and undoes his armor, letting them fall to the floor in a clatter and a thump. With the speed only a scaredy cat can muster, he throws off his top, showing off his full spotted and furred body. His right side is patterned brown and black, and on his left, just over his heart, is another heart-shaped black spot. His hands clasped between his legs to hide his shame. Whimpering, the cat guard looks down and sobs a little. 
"That's so unbecoming," Kret growls. "I'm not going to kill you, not unless you try to hurt me. We're just going to show this little bitch a little lesson."
"Hnhoom?" Vijaya says, trying to grab onto her again and pull himself away, but she shoves him back into her by the horns. 
  "He's got a good tongue," she huffs, "but he wants to use it for useless things like talking. I'm Kret, by the way, but you can call me 'Boss.'"
The cat guard nods quickly and opens his mouth, saying, "I-I'm -"
"Stuff it. I don't care. But you're getting a promotion today. You're now officially my lackey.
The cat frowns, "Wuh... what do you want me to do, boss?"
"Simple," Kret smiles with a big, toothy grin. "You're going to walk on the other side of this bitch, and then you're going to lift his tail, and finally..." she licks her tongue along her maw.
"...you're going to fuck him in the ass."
Vijaya breaks free from the sorcerous kobold's slit with enough time to shout. "Don't you DARE!"
But Kret rolls her eyes. "Alright, lackey. Get to his legs and flip him over. Now, dammit!"
The cat runs behind the struggling Vijaya, his soft footpads padding and tapping along the floor as he makes his way to Vijaya's other side. He grabs the squirming kobold by the ankles and spins him right around.
Vijaya finds his world flip-turned upside down as the two assaulters hold him up in the air, dangling belly-up. But Kret drops him, and he crashes onto the floor. He sees spots but doesn't have time to think about the pain before the cat boy drops him, making him land on his tail.
  The cat bites his lip and looks away from her, though the slight twitch in his loins tells her she hit a nerve. 
"Back when I worked as a... ugh... seamstress," she begins, running a hand over one of her frills. "I had my fair share of cats. They weren't too safe with how they handled me, either. The boss had to ban them after a while. There's only so much a cure potion can do before it becomes too expensive to even matter anymore. I bet you've been looking for action with something brave enough to take that pointy thing well... I'm giving you consent to shove it in my slave!"
The cat boy looks back at her, then down to where her eyes rest. He gulps as he sees his red tapered tip emerge from the slit, showing that, on some perverse level, even Vijaya was not too broken up about his current situation.
Kret laughs, rocking her hips back and forth to rub her slit over the kobold slave's tongue. "Ha! Look at that. Did you keep that snake freak of yours just so she could fuck ya? Oh, I bet you did. Wouldn't blame you. She was a good lay."
  The cat boy gulps as he looks at the little kobold he holds. He was one of the few guys he had ever seen smaller than him, but none sported the same wicked talons that curled from Vijaya's big toes. He imagines that they could skin him alive if Vijaya deemed it acceptable. What would he do to a guy about to stick it in his pooper?
Vijaya has stopped flailing at this point. Any thoughts he had about defending himself against the cat's cock fall into the abyss as Kret brings Aelis back up.
"Hey! Cat boy!" Kret snaps.
The cat boy 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. 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 cat boy looks down toward the former mob boss's own rocket. He takes a deep breath and says, "No... 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 cat boy fucks the kobold with quick and powerful thrusts.
Chance pants, puffing out his cheeks as he looks down to the more petite body. He expulses the air as the tiny tunnel yields to his scratching shaft. He then declares, speaking with each of his thrusts. "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 executed 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 kobold hood 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 cat boy 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 never reveals it to him, but she is 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 Vijaya's hips move much more than the thrusting of a cat boy 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 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 an influential figure makes her shudder. So, she bobs her head up and down, her eyes flicking upwards to consider the cat boy again. That stupid kitten keeps his eyes 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!?
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 will be all because of her and this cat boy. 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 will 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 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 boy 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.
And it would hit head-on if it weren't for the fact that Kret currently had his cock in her mouth. Instead of striking Vijaya, Chance's ejaculation plops strings of gooey goodness on Kret, crowning her nose and cheeks and her actual crown with the expulsions of his lust. Kret pulls her mouth free from Vijaya and hisses at the cat boy, a burning showing in her eyes. 
Vijaya whimpers, and the solace he felt in her tongue from his burning asshole goes away, leaving him only able to quell her anger with his own tongue.
Kret has enough. In her blood, she feels the diamonds coming forth, ready to shred through both the cat and the kobold, but just then, a shout turns all of their attention to the door.
In the doorway stands the hooded and masked figures who had joined Vijaya when he watched his pet lamia make a mockery of Kret. 
She slowly rises up, turning her ire toward them.
The one in the front holds up a gloved hand, and a wave of power flashes through the room, and in that wave, she feels her magic disappearing. "No..ooooo!" She howls, baring her teeth at the spellcaster before her.
"You are a powerful force indeed," the figure says, speaking in an older, grandmotherly voice. "You've proven to us how weak Vijaya is and how his decadence has caused us to go to war with the Dark Queen. We humbly ask you to use your power not to destroy us but to go about your business peacefully."
"Lower your anti-magic field," Kret growls. She's a bloody, broken murder ball, and this is only making her more mad. "And I'll show you the true power of an angered sorcerer."
"V... Vijaya is done. His power is for naught," the masked leader says. "He's been fucked by a pathetic twink, for goodness' sake!"
"Hey..." Chase whimpers, still sitting there. 
"Alright," Kret says, but she points to the spellcaster. "I'll let you all live and do your stupid sex cult nonsense, but the 'don't kill  Vijaya' clause works both ways. He may be useless to you, but I claim  him as my property by right of wearing this crown!"
"Wuh... what!?" Vijaya squeaks, pushing himself up.
"Cat boy," she calls and snaps her fingers. "Stuff his mouth with something for me.
Chase eeps and grabs the kobold by the horn, pushing Vijaya's face up against his crotch. Since the cat has already come, all this amounts to is a floppy, spiked sausage-slapping Vijaya around the face. It's compelling enough to get him to stop talking as he tries to avoid the indignity of some ass-to-mouth action.
"Vuh... Very well," the leader says. "He is stripped of all of his power,  and he is yours. You have my word as a fellow sorceress. All we wish is to undo the injustice worked upon you and prepare for what's to come."
Kret narrows her eyes, folding her arms over her chest. "Get me your healers, and get me a bath."
"Very well."
Kret points to the two men she left behind. "And I want the two of them to give it to me. They need to wear the frilliest things you can find."
Now, both men stop, gasping. The... the hell!?" 
"It... it shall be done." The sorceress says.
"Good," Kret says, nodding. "Lead the way, cat boy."
Chase stands up, moving to grab his pants, but Kret snaps. "Nuh-uh. Naked."
"What did I do...?" he whines before passing the group of masked conspirators, hands between his legs.
"As for you," Kret says, looking at Vijaya. "Before I take my bath, you must do one last thing for me." She says this while she points to her face.
Vijaya's gaze moves over to the conspirators, but he sucks up his breath and stumbles on over toward Kret. "Vuh... very well..." he grumbles,  moving up to face her, placing his hands upon her shoulders.
"Very well, what?" Kret asks, squeezing his cheeks.
"Veh... very well, my m-mistress."
"Very good," Kret says, her hiss almost a purr.
Vijaya closes his eyes, trying to get the indignity of the group watching him out of his mind. Years of his life spent courting favor and backstabbing close friends just so he could be within the good graces of these other leaders wash away as he rolls out his tongue, pressing it against her face. He tastes the acidity again, mixed with the iron of the blood--Aelis's blood. But this time, it's also hinted with the cum  of a cat boy. Vijaya's legs wobble, and he gives way, falling down to his knees and his hands covering his face.
"Hey! You're not done!" Kret says but stops when she hears the quiet sounds from down there. 
Vijaya weeps, sitting down there, broken, tears streaming down his face. His sobs melt away, giving away to wails, filled with the despair of actual loss. "A...A...Aaeeliss... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry...!"
Kret cannot reconcile that this broken kobold was once the powerful and confident Vijaya.
"Yuh... your blood. It's your blood!" he cries, clutching his own stomach. "Forgive me, please!"
Kret narrows her gaze down at him and grumbles, turning away. She limps away and says, "Forget about dressing him up. Just bring him to the baths with me and get that cat boy in a dress. I don't want  Vijaya out of my sight."