Kret's Revenge 4
#30 of Tik Tik into the Wildlands
Baze has Vijaya right where she wants him, but she needs to solidify her position of power in Calin, and she can only do that by speaking to his conspirators.
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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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 fuckboy, a burning showing in her eyes.
Vijaya whimpers, the solace he felt in her tongue from his burning asshole goes away, leaving him only able to quell her anger with his own tonguing.
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 attentions to thedoor.
In the doorway stands the hooded and masked figures who had joined Vijaya when he watched his pet lamia made 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 to not destroy us, but to go about your business peacefully."
"Lower your antimagic 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 fuckboy, 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!"
"W... what!?" Vijaya squeaks, pushing himself up.
"Fuckboy," 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 already came, all this amounts to is a floppy, spiked sausage slapping
Vijaya around the face. It's effective enough to get him to stop talking as he tries to avoid the indignity of some ass to mouth action.
"V... 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. T... the hell!?"
"It... it shall be done." The sorceress says.
"Good," Kret says, nodding. "Lead the way, fuckboy."
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 to Vijaya. "Before I take my bath, you have one last thing you need to do 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. "V... very well..." he grumbles, moving up to face her, placing his hands upon her shoulders.
"Very well, what?" Kret asks, squeezing his cheeks.
"V... 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 fuckboy. Vijaya's legs wobble and he gives way, falling down to his knees, his hands covering his face.
"Hey! You're not done!" Kret says, but stops when she hears the quiet sounds coming from down there.
Vijaya weeps. Vijaya sits down there, broken, tears streaming down his face. His sobs melt away, giving away to wails, filled with the despair of true loss. "A...A...Aaeeliss... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry...!"
Kret is unable to reconcile the fact that this broken kobold was once the powerful and confident Vijaya.
"Y... 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 from him. As she limps away, she says "Forget about dressing him up. Just bring him to the baths with me and get that fuckboy in a dress. I don't want Vijaya out of my sight."