Veilcov sat within his study, reading in an olden tome quite casually for the events that had taken place. Damned kobolds may have been small creatures, but it's never a good idea to steal from a king that holds his home so close to an urban environment. Such kings are well adjusted to thieves breaking in and attempting to steal from them. He glanced back to the door to see one of his guards entering the study, giving a salute before delivering his update, “The thief has been apprehended sir. We have determined that it is in fact a female, do you desire we send her?” Veilcov responded with a nod, setting aside his tome, replacing the emptiness in his hand with the gilded goblet that the kobold had attempted to take. “Yes, no restraints or sedation this time commander, strip her of her weapons and send her here as is.” He took a drink from the goblet as the soldier exited the room. With a slight smirk on his face he awaited her delivery, a small laugh trailed under his breath before he made the passing comment, “Damned kobolds.”

Vivara would be marched in through the door shortly afterward, goose-stepped into the study with her wrists rope-bound around her mouth connecting directly to a rope that encircled her neck and even up to pull between her teeth, keeping her maw open and her tongue pressed down unable to speak. She was also blindfolded with a simple white cloth tied at the back of her head. Today was a bad day. Cuts and scrapes would be visible on her shoulders, arms and legs and the fabric of her leather armour was torn at the chest, the feisty little draconian clearly having put up a fight with that armour saving her from what would otherwise have been a deadly blow. The soldiers kicked her forward, her dexterity keeping her up on her feet as she scrambled further into the room before the man.

Veilcov looked over the side of his chair to see the kobold being thrown in, standing up from his chair with almost and excited look on his face. He approached the draconic woman, crouching down to her level as he looked her over. “Ah, you must be our guest, it truly is a grand thing for you to drop by just when I was needing of your company. I do hope you understand though that the polite way to enter a house is through the door... And not through the window like a common thief.” He said, allowing a hand down to her mouth bindings and loosening it, letting it hand around her neck. “Yes, I think you'll be a fine company tonight, I'm excited to finally have kobold in my hold, so much more exciting than the common whore.” He took her by the bound wrist and lifted her from the ground, bringing her over to the table placed in front of the fireplace and setting her face down upon it.

Vivara coughed and moved her jaw side to side as it was relieved of the pulling pressure of the foul-tasting rope that had been forced between her teeth, the aching almost immediately vanishing. Still blindfolded and tied, she could only stand and listen to his strange tirade, the unknown man's voice sounding calm and almost welcoming, insidious and dripping with obvious deceit. "Common whore?" she asked, confused by that last phrase. What was his intent? She let out a yelp followed by an 'oof!' as she was pressed down onto the wooden table face down, her legs dangling off the edge without touching the ground and her upturned rump and tail facing toward him covered only by a strip of cloth and her underwear


Veilcov took the cloth and undergarments by their rim and pulled them both from her in a sudden yank, exposing her hind to him. He allowed a light tune to hum from him, hands placing themselves against her ass, thumbs pressing themselves to the folds of her sex and spreading them wide, looking down the feminine passage. “Odd thing the nooks of other races, never ceasing to amaze me at how similar we are on the inside.” He stated, taking his pants by their rim and fishing his cock from them, the upside down cross that decorated his testicles giving the lightest of red glows, he considered letting her have a glance of what was to come, but by now it's not like it would have mattered. “Have you been taken by a human before you savage scum?” He spoke with an odd sense of casualness, though it dripped with a mixture of hate underneath it, not easy to point out, but very easy to pick up.


Vivara gasped when her undergarments were yanked suddenly down to her knees, her legs straightening and kicking out uselessly against his thighs instead of dangling there helplessly. Her resistance didnt seem to make much difference, and she mewled when his thumbs pressed into her labia, violating her as he touched her most precious feminine place and rudely spread the lips of her sex, making her gasp and curse out at him. "Get the hell off me," she hissed out, her pussy visibly clamping up as she tensed in anger, doing nothing but display a promising show of incredible tightness and kegel muscle control that would tantalise any that way inclined.

Veilcov took the goblet of wine and leaned over the table, taking her head and pouring it onto her face. “You are in no position to make demands! Since you're simply so eager to get on with the fighting, we may as well give you a reason to fight, now accept your new position as fuck toy like a proper kobold.” He placed a quick slap against her cheek, a loud slap emitting from the skin on scales. A hand placed itself to the base of his cock and lined it with her cunny, pressing its head between the lips. He rubbed the crown between the folds with the hint of laughter emitting under his breath as he found her tight entry. “Now go ahead and scram, let all of that anger out.” He said playfully, mashing his length against her pussy, forcing in one hip slamming penetration.


Vivara sputtered and gagged as she was waterboarded with the goblet of wine, thankful for the cup already being half emptied as she was relieved of the fine cherry wine cutting off her breathing afterward. It only got worse however as she yelped at the harsh slap across her yellow scales, a red blushing handmark forming on the soft cheek. She fell silent, feeling more than a little defeated and humiliated in that moment, but those feelings would increase a hundred fold after she briefly felt a hot male presence nudge against her positively tiny cunny, a scream shrill from her lungs and burning her throat when his hips met her rear, slamming his male length hard up into her and forcing open her cervix. In one swift movement he had relieved her of her virginity, raped her from behind, and violated her fertile womb simultaneously.

Veilcov Held his cock deep within her for a moment, indulging in the squeezing of the once-virgin cunt. He leaned onto her body, his chest pressing the back of her head, putting her face right into the table. A rhythm of thrusts started as his manhood reached its fully erect form, engorging and becoming hot in the narrow tunnel. There was a feeling of pleasure shooting up his spine from the feeling of an open womb pressed to the head of his dick, beads of pre-cum forming at the almost primal need to fertilize the tiny woman. “Ohh, and here I was thinking that you wouldn't enjoy being a slut. You hold me so lovingly tight inside I would think you loved me if I couldn't hear you scream.” He spoke in the first broken voice of the evening, it becoming a twisted and taunting one with the obvious flow of lust inside it anyone could expect from one ravaging a creature so roughly, so unfairly.