Ongoing story from the Patreon, picked by the voters. A powerful mage takes over an evil overlord's tower as his own place, but finds himself managing the problems that come from having hordes of orcs, goblins, kobolds, dwarves and such beneath you. Got chapters up for orcs and goblins on the Patreon already.
You would think being an dark lord would be easy. You only hear of these overlord types standing ominously behind their armies and sitting contemplatively on their thrones for days on end. Maybe I'm the wrong species for it or something because I need to use the fucking bathroom. I need to read a book rather than just stare out the window cursing my enemies. It's not like I need much practice in wielding black magic either; I was kind of born with it. My old wizarding teacher said I was a prodigy, right before I turned his cat into a giant wolf. I was 10 and bored. We all do stupid shit at that age.
Like the magic, being a dark lord just came about all by itself. Some mad mage starts shit with me and learns that I'm naturally gifted at blowing people up with my fingertips. It leaves me with a tower full of magic tomes full of crazy ideas for me to try out, and a lot of monstrous locals living in the area. The place was considered inhospitable by humans, and I can't just have them trying to knock over my tower every damn morning. One at a time, I fixed the problems in the area.
The kobolds consider me the king of the land, and have vowed to serve me. The goblins took one look at me and dropped to their knees, begging me not to kill them. The orcs were a bit more uppity, but one honor duel and one vaporized chief made them "blood-bound" to serve as my army. The dwarves, the trolls, the dark elves beneath the ground... even the dead of this land obey me, with a proper arcane push in the right direction. When you amass that kind of power, people see you as a dark overlord. It's just how it goes, and frankly, that suits me fine.
It's the middle management that's the worst of it. By now, I've learned that a hands-off overlord just has everything fall apart beneath him. For a while, things went great with my whole army of doom. I let them do their own thing, but they always answered to me and did what I asked. But people are irregular. The few skeletons I had running my castle were glorified machines, but I learned that things go wrong when you bring people into them. Someone had to answer when things went wrong.
I got up from my bed and gave a lazy whistle. It was all it took for the servants to hear me.
"LORD WILLIAM!" A skeleton burst into the room, his voice as loud and fearless as thunder. He stood seven feet tall, and was clad in clunky steel armor with a broadsword at his side. He hit his skull on the doorframe as always.
"Marcus, bring me a kobold," I order casually. I pull on the usual dark robe over my comfortable shorts and shirt.
"AT ONCE, SIR!" Marcus kneels briefly and turns to the door, but stops in mid-step. His skull spins around on his spine to face me. "ER... WHICH KOBOLD, SIR? THERE ARE LOTS OF THEM."
I shrug. "Someone important, but not their leader. One who knows what they're doing, and knows common speech." I think about when I last saw the kobolds in person, and their surprisingly attractive women. "A female. And make sure she's..." Don't say cute. Don't say cute. Marcus can't keep his mouth shut, and dark lords don't say cute. "...comely."
"YOUR WILL IS LAW, SIR!" Marcus rushes back out with more clanking of metal and a clunk of his skull on the stone.
He meets me with his catch in the throne room, where I'm waiting patiently in the hooded robe (it's warm out today, so I leave the hood down). There's a wide-eyed female kobold tucked under his arm like a football, facing the wrong direction so that her smooth-scaled butt is poking out at me, her still tail up in the air. It's hard to complain at first; kobolds are generally slender, scaly things, but their women tend to be smoother and significantly curvier around their hips than you'd expect. An almost silky look rather than the jagged scales of their males.
"Set her down, Mark. Carefully. Then you can leave us." The bulky skeleton twirled her around upright and set her down on her feet. He snapped a salute and tromped his way out of the room.
The kobold he set in front of me looked up at me. My throne's not one of those really high ones, it's just that kobolds come in about 3 feet tall and weight about as much as a small dog. They are, incidentally, famously compared to a mix of crocodile and dog. She has a distinct snout and wide, almond-shaped eyes. She wears a loincloth made of some long rag wrapped around her hips, but it mostly just covers her crotch since her tail pokes out from under it, exposing her bubbly ass whenever she turns too far. Her top is similarly amusing, as it's entirely made of a copper chainmail. Her breasts push it out a bit, and little purple nipples poke through the rings at times. She has large, stubby claws that tap on the stone when she walks, mostly used for digging. Her smooth scales are a shade of ocean blue and some stubby horns line the tops of her floppy, backswept ears. And before you ask, I know. Between the breasts and the ears, researchers have debated to no end whether a kobold is a mammal or a reptile.
She looks absolutely unsure what to do with herself. She fiddled her claws together, making this tiny tapping noise to fit her tiny body. She's pretty adorable, frankly. Maybe I've been in this tower too long...
"Did you call him Mark?" She actually speaks up first, and I look up at her. "The skeleton. He's named Mark?"
"Marcus," I say with a nod. "We're on a first name basis. Also he doesn't remember his last name."
"Ohhh. Was he a human?"
"I didn't bring you here to ask about my skeleton," I reply grimly. She shuts up and stiffens up. This involves whipping her tail down to the ground like a third leg, which makes her ass wiggle in a way that's visible from the front. "What happened to the honey?"
"Er... excuse me? Um, excuse me, your highness!" she corrects, clearly overwhelmed. The kobolds explained that they have some kind of supposed bond with the land, so whoever owns it, effectively owns them.
"Every morning, there's honey in my tea. Today there wasn't. The skeletons tell me that the kobolds are in charge of the honey because bees don't attack you. So what happened to the honey?" The way she stares at me, she can't decide whether she's relieved, confused, or extra shocked. “Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. What’s your name?”
“Nitka, your highness,” she replies. It sounds like there’s a lot of tongue work involved so it comes out like a yip. I’d have thought it was a noise if she hadn’t used it in a sentence.
“Nik...” I start. I see her squirm like she wants to correct me and I sigh. “Nitkat.” Close enough. “What do you do in your village?”
“I’m a fetcher. I’m one of the quickest runners, so I bring messages and tools between the workers.” It doesn’t sound like the most important job, but practical. She’s educated enough to know common though, so maybe it’s sort of a cushy job she was given.
“Then if you carry news, you should know what’s wrong with the honey gathering, right?” Seriously that threw off my entire breakfast today.
She gives me that weird look again as she tilts her head to one side. “It’s the season change. We spare the insects to let them spawn and replenish.” She giggles rather cutely as she smiles, her muzzle surprisingly flexible and expressive. “It wouldn’t do to eat all the bugs, after all.”
“...so you don’t have the honey because you’re not eating the bugs.”
“That’s right. Oh, that’s right, your highness.”
I just sigh. “Can you get the honey without eating the bees?”
You could see her wrack her brain on that one. “Well, yes. I suppose.”
“Nitka, I have a very big job for you, and it's very important. I want you to arrange it so that the kobolds gather honey while still doing whatever they do with the bees for the season. They won't be able to sting you because of your scales, right? So there's no harm done."
Nitka's eyes go wide as if "Well don't do that thing" was a genius of an idea. "Y-yes, sir! Lord!"
I wave a hand at her to slow down. "Nitka, the lord thing is getting old fast. Don't worry about it. Sir is fine, if you need to. But Nitka, come here." She trots up to the throne, her tail wiggling with that round bottom of hers. "Can I trust you to make this happen?"
The kobold nods rapidly. "Yes, sir!" she says with a bit more confidence and a big smile. It's probably the biggest duty someone's given her yet.
"Good. Once you get that going, come see me again. And bring your belongings."
"Oh... yes, sir, but can I ask Why?" she asks in her squeaky little voice.
"It's become very apparent to me that I'm a bit out of touch with some of my... residents." The whole "kingdom" thing just sort of fell into my lap, and I haven't renamed the land from Grimhold since the last sorcerer that lived here. "I want you to move into my tower as my assistant for dealing with the kobolds. I've got plenty of rooms, so just pick one to sleep in. Ask Marcus if you need anything carried... or Gustav, if it's fragile. He's the little skeleton. ...Nitka, are you alright?"
The kobold was smiling so hard that she was shedding big, runny tears down her cheeks and snout. "Sir, I've never been given such a gift. I can't thank you enough!" She sniffles and her round, oversized nostrils flare. It's just a roof and a vague job, but apparently that's a lot to the little runner. Check my privelage, right?
"It's nothing, really. I'm just giving you new duties..." I start but she shakes her head.
"No, thank you, sir! Kobolds cannot take a gift without repayment in kind. There must be something I could provide for you!" She pulls off her light chainmail shirt, exposing her perky little tits as she offers it to me. I definitely don't have use for armor, and anything I took from her would just clutter up the place. So I decide to speed things up and bring out a spell I've used in the past. It's nothing as advanced as mind control; it's a basic, quick mind link, literally sharing my thoughts with the target. I've used it to intimidate bigger, non-magical men and creatures away by showing them the things I can do and was thinking of doing to them, but it's rather the opposite with Nitka. Her ears wiggle in a way that I think is like a kobold's blushing.
"Oh... so humans do that too," she smiles, flashing her dull little teeth.
"It's something fun we do, yes," I reply cooly, hoping that the robe covers up any anxious erections. She approaches the throne and I part the robe, letting her curious little claws pull down my pants. She lets out this curious little purring noise when she sets her eyes on my hardon, sniffing softly and flicking out a tongue. It wasn't forked like I'd expected, just smooth and long enough to fill her snout. She opens her mouth enough to flick it out again, this time licking over my balls. It send a shiver up my spine, and I know I've definitely been alone up in this tower for too long.
She takes her time, this time out of playfulness rather than fear. She ends up parting her jaws just enough to slip me inside her slick, wet mouth, softly fondling my package between her claws. I moan and lay back, rubbing my hand between her ears as she gives off more cute little squeals and purrs, making her mouth vibrate around me. As her mouth and hands get involved, it becomes clear that there's not really anything especially sharp on a kobold. The studs on her ears, her claws, and even her teeth are hard, but dull. Better suited for digging and durability than slashing and biting. She even seems aware of this as she keeps rolling her tongue to cradle and slither around my shaft, shielding it from her teeth with all that saliva and abundance of tongue.
When she's been sucking for a few minutes, I tug back on her ears. They twitch in my grip and she opens her mouth wide, dripping hungrily with her drool. "You enjoy the taste of men?" I pry, and her ears wiggle once more in my grip and she nods sheepishly, as if talking to me is more difficult than sucking me off. "Well, as a royal attendent, perhaps you'd like some time in the royal bedchambers. You should know where they are if you're to be... attending me."
We're quickly back in the master bedroom. It's a short trip through the halls, and I feel like a tool when I use the secret passage behind the throne. I help her out of her loincloth, despite clearly not needing the assistance. It's just an excuse to grab the plump butt underneath her tial. It's incredibly soft, and her entire skin feels like high-quality leather; firm but more oily and smooth than expected. Her tail lifts and her hips push into my hands, inviting more attention as she moans before she cuts into these little yips. I lift her little body easily onto the bed, and the smooth-scaled monstergirl lifts up her tail invitingly as she lays on all fours. One thing I can verify for all those arguing scholars: her pussy looks perfectly, temptingly mammalian to me. The flesh had a gentle turn from blue to pink just around her labia, and much like her mouth, it's too wet to contain itself. It's good to know that she was as excited for this as I was.
I finish undressing and take her by her big round hips and pull myself into her. The first time I thrust, she's incredibly tight. I can't get half inside her when I seem to meet resistance and get a startled "Eep!" out of her. I instantly ease up, but when I press in a slower, second push, I find it's significantly deeper and smoother. By four, I'm in balls deep, and she's giving long, throaty moans as her claws dig into the sheets to give me some ample resistance to the penetration. Her opening seems very adaptable to take all sizes. I'm not sure if that means kobolds are varied in the size of their manhoods, or if kobolds are somehow evolved for interspecies sex. Either way, her soft insides are soon in a near perfect mold for my cock, and I've never had anyone so perfectly tight and curvy. I end up gripping her tail for extra leverage, and I push in deep enough that she's wailing and drooling over the bedsheets. It turns into a pleased, high-pitched barking noise when she starts to move to match my rhythm.
"Soooo big, sir," Nitka coos between her horny little yips. "So hard!" I rub a hand down her tail and over her back. I swear her twitchy ears tucked back just for me to grab onto and pull. She gave long, horny "AHHHNN!" noises as I fit her perfect cocksleeve of a hole.
"You're willing to serve your king?" I grunt, easing up on her ears a bit to make sure she hears. She tries to nod, but my tight grop on them makes it hard to move her head. Her eyes roll back to try to look at me.
"Yes, sir!" she yelps, and I feel her body twitch as a quick gush of her cum washes over me. Her hole still remains tensed and tight, so it just lubricates the already smooth and snug experience as her juices run down my balls. "Harder! Please, harder!" she begs me breathlessly before breaking into a rapid, shrill plea. "So big so hard can't take iiiiiit! Fuck me right through, master! Drill me deep!" I'm curious who exactly taught her to speak common with language like that, but I can't say I don't like it. I give her a few more grunting thrusts before I finish inside her, and finish hard. It must trigger something in her because I'm still squirting when she returns the favor double. A second orgasm shoots out of her as her pussy widens, emitting a thick and clear fluid over my lap and legs. The flexibility of kobold pussy is the least of my concerns in our afterglow, and I move my grip from her ears to her round little tits. She pants as her tongue rolls out of her long jaws, head rolling until it hangs like she's been fucked silly.
I stay inside her as we both rest, flopping to my side in the messy bed and catching our breaths together. A warm body beside me feels great, and I'm not ready to give it up easily. I gently ease her off of me at last and she flops like a rag doll, still panting and drooling over the bed as she quivers with aftershocks.
"Never had a lover that big, huh?" I lay with my semi-hard cock against her buttocks. I have to smile when I stroke between her ears and she shivers like she might cum again just from that.
"Never a lover," she says as her body comes back under her control, looking back at me over her shoulder. "I never... inside me."
I chuckle and pet her some more, her ears folding down submissively as she accepts the praise. "Well you handled yourself like an expert. I hope we can have this kind of free time in your new position."
The ears wiggle/blush again, and she nods. "Yes... that would be wonderful..." She squirms a bit, sheepishly starting to push herself back up. "I um... suppose I should get to your duties and see about the honey..."
I hold her back, catching her by a breast and easily hugging her back against my bigger body. "There's no hurry. Take your time," I insist, kissing her on the ear. She giggles and her tail slithers around between my legs in a surprisingly exciting sensation.
"As you wish, master, sir."
I sigh as I hold her closer than anyone I've had in what must have been a year. "Since you'll be working so intimately with me... you can call me William. My name is William Peach."
"If I may..."
"Stop it. You may speak freely around me. I'm not going to get anything done with a secretary that doesn't speak to me."
"Ah." The bashful Nitka takes a moment to muster her courage. "It's not a very overlordly name."
"And that's why they call me master instead. Lord William if they're..."
There's a booming pounding at the door. "LORD WILLIAM! YOUR LUNCH HAS BEEN PREPARED!"
I sigh and roll my eyes. "Perhaps you can join me for lunch. The cook always makes too much. Have you ever tried beef?"
"Mostly mole, sir. Elk on special occasions."
I shake my head. "Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy it more than mole. And you've got to keep that soft hips full of meat, after all," I say with a harmless smack at her bottom, just beneath the tail.
"I doubt it will be tastier than my master's meat," Nitka grins, licking her lips as she sits up on that naked, plump booty of hers. I crack a big smile at that, which she shares with a flash of her little fangs. There's something I'd taught myself during my unintentional reign, and I really took it to heart that day. I've learned that when you rule over a massive army, you come to learn that it's the little things. Slaughtering an invading horde is all well and good, but you never stop appreciating a good cup of coffee or a hearty sandwich when you're really hungry. Or, rhetorically speaking, vigorously fucking a horny kobold cutie.
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