Kret vs Dashing Rogue Finale

Tags: Kobold, Female, Human, Male,

T: Kret really letting the Rogue do whatever he want with her. Dangerous dangerous. She could lose if she no pay attention.

H: Yes, but she is a powerful being and one that you allowed to get into power. Imagine being so confident in your ability that you can afford to appear weak. This is no mere hubris she has. She’s planning to make this a good show before making her final strike. Whatever that may turn out to be, we will have to see if she can pull it off.

In the audience chamber of the Tower of Darkness, a tall, dark, and handsome roguish fellow sheds his heroic guise to become a rutting beast. He fills up the kobold underneath of him with the thrusting of his cock. His teeth grit tightly, and he groans with each push inside of her. The tiny kobold underneath of him rubs against the ground from the strength of his primal attack. Her eyes flutter back, and she grits her teeth in a satisfied grin. Everything, according to this dark mistress, is going perfectly.

The man gets into a good rhythm and speaks up, his voice echoing through the darkness. “That’s it, you… you little slut. You’re mine… I’m the hero… I’ve conquered you… and soon, I’m going to fill you up and make you my own personal pet!”

“Oooh…” she groans. “Oh, you dashing hero. How amazing that you’d overpower and mark a weak little woman. How heroic!”

He shakes his head. The once Dashing Rogue pushes her down by the shoulders. The kobold takes in more of the cock. “S… shut up! You are a monstrous tyrant. I will overcome you. I… I will conquer you… I will… c… come in-”

“Not so fast!” The sorceress says, her eyes glowing a sickly green. Her sinister sneer only grows as she charges up her natural acidic magic.

The rogue howls, dropping the kobold to the ground and pulling himself out, falling onto his back and holding his crotch, groaning, writhing around, panting… and unsatisfied.

Kret picks herself up and rolls her shoulders. “Oh, please… don’t be so dramatic. I could have melted that cock of yours off, had I wanted to. Now, then… let me see the damage!” She lifts her hand, and it drips with acid, hitting the floor around the Rogue’s waist, causing smoke to hiss up from the stone.

The Rogue’s eyes bulge out, and he lifts his hands free from his hurting member.

“There… there’s nothing wrong here,” Kret says, getting onto her knees in front of him. She wraps her fingers around his cock, stroking along that shaft. He winces, but when he notices she doesn’t burn his dick off, he sighs and relaxes just a bit.

Big mistake on his part. She hops up onto his chest, leaning back and supporting her hands upon his waist. She licks her lips and narrows her eyes when she sits atop of him. “Sorry, boy, you’ve really shown your true colors in this tournament, haven’t you? Not a hero at all, but just some poor fool who wants to get his dick wet. Too bad you won’t even get that. If you want to survive this fight, you’ll make me come, understand?” She squeezes onto his waist, nails digging against his flesh, acid causing his skin to tingle.

He groans, grabbing onto her hips. She spreads her legs and nods. “Yesss….” She hisses.

He presses his mouth up against her slit, rolling his tongue out, and ravishing the length. She takes one hand and grabs onto his hair, huffing as she pushes him up against her crotch even deeper. “Yes… that’s it… now you see why so many people succumb to the mistress of this tower. I am no mere lizard.” When she says this, a shadow falls upon him, exuding the pure heat and power of a form concealed in darkness.  “Your… mmm... hubris and lust… ah… have been your downfall!”

The rogue whimpers, shuddering as he cleans her out with his large, wriggling muscle. Having dispatched this hero of his dignity, it isn’t long before the Dark Mistress throws her head back and roars. The shout is a darker and much more powerful cry than her kobold body could produce. “Yes!” she screams. “Keep going, and do not stop until I command!” She grips his hair hard, digging into his side with her claws, and he keeps going, spurring him on with her insistence and her domination.

Meanwhile, the commentators watch as he makes her cum over and over again. Hours pass, and the Rogue’s tongue goes slower; his hands lose their grip. The whole while, though, his cock still stands rock hard, ready and waiting to be tended, but never touched by the mistress. Soon after his initial wavering, his hands fall back, and his head hits the ground, and he groans.

Hanioc stands up, spreading his wings and proclaiming. “He has given up in his heart and soul. The winner is Kret, Mistress of the Dark Tower!”

Tik Tik hops from her seat and approaches the battlefield.

Kret calls her robes to her and drapes them over her shoulders. “Something the matter, pinkie?” Kret asks, a dark chuckle in her voice.

“That no fun,” Tik Tik says, hands upon her hips.

“Fun…?” Kret leans in, narrowing her gaze. “Who said anything about sex having to be fun? Sure, I loved every moment of it, but he doesn’t deserve to enjoy things if he can’t handle a weak little kobold like me.”

“Weak kobold?” Tik Tik huffs. “Tik Tik know kobolds not weak. Kobolds crafty. Kobolds take advantage. But… can be better than that. We could make friends and learn all sorts of things!”

“Friends? Men like that aren’t friends, dear. They are meat-headed dicks who only want to fuck. And there’s something else you’re wrong about, too…”

Tik Tik keeps her ground, gritting her teeth even as the shadow of the beast before her shadow grows more prominent. The reptilian body looms over her and the angel. Kret’s voice booms throughout so the whole chamber, and the world watching beyond, can hear. “I am no longer some little kobold. I am the dark mistress of this tower, and I take what I want from a world that has taken everything from me. I dare any of these other competitors to stop me, and I dare you, as well, little kobold!”

Before Tik Tik can say anything else, Hanioc grabs onto the little kobold and whisks her way, far from the tower, and far from the triumphant conqueror.

“Let go, let go!” Tik Tik yelps. “Tik Tik want teach Kret lesson.”

“I cannot afford to have the herald harmed. Only champions can fight other champions, Tik Tik. While any participant is in the Tournament of Pleasure, the angelic host shall protect them, no matter what.”

And with that, Tik Tik is left to watch as the tower goes farther and farther away, leaving her to be stuck going to the next match and the next champion.