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When the bandit leader Khusk had used Kret's body, the kobold once had thoughts of killing the lizard and taking her revenge, but those thoughts had since disappeared. Life for Kret had become much easier once she had accepted Khusk as her master. Though the crime boss Vijaya had wanted to have Kret the bandits decided to head deeper into the forest where the lord's cronies could not find them.

She has enjoyed her life thus far. Being called in by the bandit lord and made to be used by the lizard's touch wasn't too bad. Kret had never met someone quite like Khusk, a stoic figure when leading, but one with a reserved wildness buried deep within. Often, the bandit would lift her up just to play with Kret's body, and often, the leader would leave her satisfied. But... was the leader ever satisfied?

Kret wondered about that--about how Khusk talked about the weakness of the female form in an almost absurd amount. It must eat at the leader's mind, but was there a way to make the leader see differently? There had been talks among the bandits, about animals transformed into monstrous beasts, their entire beings destroyed and reworked into twisted horrors. Could it be that there exists some magic that might give to Khusk an alternative form--one that would would perhaps remove the lord's need for a prosthetic when Khusk sought to penetrate her? Would that be the answer to the great conundrum? Or does that truth lie elsewhere?

When the bandits raided magical supplies, she made sure to be as useful as she could, helping them catalog and understand their powers. Certainly, she is no skilled wizard, but she can at least feel for what the devices do, and that made her an asset. Whenever the bandits would raid magical artifacts, Kret was there to help catalog them between times of being used by one of bandits on their downtime. It is a price to pay to gather the attention of their leader more. But with each magical item that passed their camp, she became less and less hopeful that she would find what she looked for.

The more she researched, the more the bandits asked her for help. The more they asked, the more they learned, and the more they learned, the more information trickled to the bandit lord's tent.

Every day, she would look for more and more evidence of transmutation magic, but one day, her studies were interrupted with a bellow from the tent.

"Bring me the kobold!" the voice rang out. Everyone in the camp stopped dead in their tracks, and immediately, one of the bandits grabbed Kret's leash and tugged her over towards the tent.

Once inside, Kret comes face-to-face with the throne of the bandit lord. The chair is not the most opulent thing in the world, but Khusk sits upon it with a brooding presence that exudes the pure drive of determined leadership,, betraying no idea of what thoughts travel through the lizard's mind.

"Brought the slave over to ya, boss!" The bandit says. "What do you want me to do with 'er?"

Khusk drags a foot away from the leg of the throne and nods. The bandit gives his boss the okay and ties the leash up. All the while, Khusk's eyes rest upon the kobold.

"Anything else, boss?" the bandit asks, a slight tremor in his voice.

The bandit lord shoos him away, and the bandit nods, snickering as he passes the kobold. "Have fun!" he says, leaving them alone with the flapping of the tent.

Kret slightly curled in, glancing up towards the lord with her face upturned. There's a silence between the two as Khusk's narrowed gaze takes in the stripped down kobold, and the little sorcerer waits for the barbarian lord to make the first move.

Khusk takes a deep breath. This makes Kret jump, but then a soft chuckle rises up from the bandit lord. "And here, I thought I was tense," Khusk says. Scratching the arm of the chair, the lizardfolk continues. You... come here. Please me."

Kret scoots on closer, placing her hands upon the leader's knee.

Khusk growls from the throat, feeling her touch. The bandit leader looks up to the ceiling and says. "There's a lot of decisions to be made when you are the alpha male among alpha males. And it can't be easy for you to be in my presence and not worship the ground I walk on."

Kret blinks, not quite getting it, but willing to listen for her own safety and for the sake of her boss's stability.

"So come here," Khusk says, "and enjoy yourself."

Kret scrambles up to the bandit lord, but Khusk leans forward, hooking a finger under her collar and lifting her up. Kret gasps, but is cut off when Khusk places her upon the lizard's lap. The kobold shifts and faces her boss, placing her hands upon the lizard's sides. Khusk's body is strong, trained to be the peak of physical perfection. All Kret's life, she had admired the strong, dashing men of her home, and the reptilian anatomy gives a Khusk a body that resembles a human male more than a female, with large, rugged muscles and broad shoulders.

Kret shudders, her eyes narrowing at the touch she gives. She moves her fingers along the lines of toned muscle, her breath becoming labored as she does.

"I hear you're enjoying yourself already," Khusk hisses. The lizard grabs Kret by the horn and leans in, whispering in that same, seductive tone. "I'm enjoying myself, too..."

With that, the bandit gives her a slight nip just by the base of her horn. Khusk's stomach curls from the movement, making the muscles flex as Kret rubs her hands over them. How can someone feel so tough, so wonderful?

"What are you waiting for?" Khusk asks. "I know you want more. You don't just want to touch, you want to taste... every... last... inch...!"

The thought had not actually crossed her mind until that point, and Kret licks her lips, wondering if that is truly what she wanted, but before she could think on it for very long, Khusk pushes her forward, pressing her mouth against the rock-hard abs, making her kiss the scaled body and shudder from the contact.