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[b][i]A color fitting of your surrender...[/i][/b]
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Kodii knelt on the carpetted floor, his once-proud frame reduced to a trembling, broken shell. The clinking of beads and the faint jingle of the chain tethered to his collar were the only sounds he made now, save for the wet, submissive noises that escaped his throat as he serviced his master. The warrior he’d once been—bold, defiant, a canine knight of unshakable resolve—had long since crumbled under the weight of Rohrouk’s relentless domination. His spirit was shattered, his pride drowned in the torrent of cold, thick seed he’d been forced to swallow day after day. Pathetic didn’t even begin to describe him now; he was a shadow, a whimpering husk whose only purpose was to please the red-scaled tyrant.
The heavy doors to the throne room creaked open, and Kodii’s ears twitched faintly at the sound of boots against sand. He didn’t dare look up—Rohrouk’s clawed hand rested possessively on the back of his head, guiding him with cruel insistence—but he recognized the scent immediately. Canines. His old comrades, warriors from his army, their fur bristling with tension as they stepped into the chamber. Kodii’s stomach twisted, a faint flicker of shame sparking in his chest before it was snuffed out by the numbness that had long since taken root. They’d come to negotiate, no doubt, to barter for peace or his release. Fools. They didn’t know what awaited them.
“Well, well,” Rohrouk’s voice rumbled through the hall, deep and mocking, as he leaned back in his throne. His crimson scales gleamed in the torchlight, a stark contrast to the dull, matted fur of the trembling figure at his feet. “Look what the wind has dragged in. The mongrels who dared follow this pitiful cur into battle.” His slitted yellow eyes flicked to the visiting warriors, a sneer curling his reptilian maw. “You must feel so proud, standing there in your little armor, pretending you’re anything more than soon to be subjects. Did you really think this whimpering bitch was worth your loyalty? Look at him now.”
Kodii’s lips worked mechanically around Rohrouk’s thick, scaled cock, his eyes glassy and distant. The warriors—three of them, anthro canines clad in dented armor—froze as their gazes fell upon their former leader. The sight was grotesque: Kodii, once their towering champion, now a broken thing on his knees, his muzzle buried in the tyrant’s lap, the chain at his collar swaying with every forced movement. His fur was streaked with dirt, adorned with gaudy trinkets that mocked his former glory. One of the warriors, a gray-furred hound named Torv, took a hesitant step forward, his voice tight with disbelief.
“Kodii… we’ve come to—”
“Grrk!” The word was cut off as Rohrouk’s hand tightened on Kodii’s head, shoving him down harder. Kodii gagged loudly, a wet, choking sound that echoed through the chamber—a pitiful reminder of the voice that had once rallied them in battle. His throat spasmed around the tyrant’s shaft, drawing a low, amused hiss from Rohrouk.
“Listen to that,” the lizard sneered, his tail flicking lazily against the throne. “The only sound your ‘leader’ is fit to make now. You followed this weakling into my jaws, and look how easily he broke. A few months under my heel, and he’s nothing but a drooling cock-sleeve. You should thank me for showing you what he really was.”
Torv’s ears flattened, his fists clenching at his sides, but before he could respond, Rohrouk’s hiss deepened into a guttural rumble. Without warning, the tyrant’s hips bucked, and a flood of cold, viscous cum erupted into Kodii’s throat. The sheer volume overwhelmed him, spilling past his lips as he choked and sputtered, his body jerking against the chain. Rohrouk didn’t relent, holding him in place as the warriors stared in horrified silence. The negotiation died unspoken on their tongues, drowned out by the obscene sounds of their former leader’s degradation.
“Enough of this farce,” Rohrouk growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “Take your pathetic pride and crawl back to your kennels. There’s nothing left here worth saving.”
The warriors exchanged a glance, their resolve crumbling under the weight of what they’d witnessed. Torv’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing as he turned sharply on his heel, leading the others out of the throne room. The heavy doors slammed shut behind them, leaving Kodii alone once more with his master.
Rohrouk’s load didn’t stop. The tyrant’s cock pulsed relentlessly, pumping a steady stream of cold seed down Kodii’s abused throat. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, he yanked Kodii off by the hair, claws digging into the matted fur at his scalp. Kodii's head dangled within his master's grip, coughing violently as thick globs of cum dribbled from his muzzle, splattering onto the carpet in a pale, sickly pool. His body shook, weak and spent, as he gasped for air.
Rohrouk loomed over him, basking in the sight. “A color fitting of your surrender,” he rumbled, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure as he surveyed the mess Kodii had become. With a flick of his wrist, he released the canine’s hair, letting him slump fully to the floor, a broken trophy at the feet of his conqueror. The tyrant’s crimson scales glinted as he settled back into his throne, already bored of the moment, while Kodii lay there, panting and defeated, his world reduced to the taste of cold seed and the weight of his chains and failure.
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