Kret's Revenge 1

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#27 of Tik Tik into the Wildlands

Kret has successfully escaped from the belly of Aelis and given the lamia a taste of her own medicine. Now, with the champion defeated, Vijaya is totally at Kret's mercy, or is he...?

This is part of a series I did with kobold dell'arte. I'm now bringing it to you so everything is in one place. Kret belongs to kobold dell'arte. Story written by me.

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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 sorcerous 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 keeps 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.

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

Kret grimaces, lifting one leg and slamming it down onto his cheek, 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. "Y... you win. Please, I-- aack!"

Acid spreads from Kret's heel, burning his scales. It isn't potent. It's just reminder. "You will address me as 'Mistress', now." Despite the fact that Vijaya has those terrible claws of his 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, m-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.

"W... 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 whole new sensation entirely. She can keep this one around, and she can blow off some steam in the process. Who knows, maybe missing out on the bard for now wasn't such a bad thing?

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

She steps in front of him, her blood-soaked body right in his face. "You heard me, slave. You want to prove your devotion? I've been having a lot of frustrations lately. I need to blow off some steam. 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 to 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 actually 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. When she pulls him in closer, he takes a long, surprised whiff and coughs. 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 hit 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 just 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 upon 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 tightening her grip on those handlebars of his as she shudders in delight.

Meanwhile, Vijaya continues to use his tongue to pleasure her. He feels the heat building up within him. His anger and fear and disgust bubble up throughout his whole body. The loss of his pet and the loss of his dignity burn throughout his entire form. If he's ever going to overthrow the Dark Queen, he needs to 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 out, her eyes narrowing as she holds onto her new little pet. If he had been a master who just 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 from 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 cloac as he stares down the hallway in glee. "Yeaaaah!" he shouts, his tongue and snout humming against her sex. "Coooe Guarsh!"

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