Nalu

You were powerful. A king. A monarch. A ruler. A dictator. Whatever you were, you were the one person that was at the head of your whole kingdom. Recently, however... Another kingdom has been getting on your nerves. Sending letters or even having a few groups of their knights march into your lands. Boasting of their own power and superiority. Flexing the fact that they recently had a dragon tamed and now within their ranks.

These were all petty things, annoyances that you didn't really bother to stop. That was until a report came in... A group of their knights had marched into a town again, and, after being refused at the local inn, proceeded to burn three houses to the ground before stealing horses and running back across the border. Enough was enough. You sent a letter to their king, demanding justice for what these rogue knights did... But there was no response. So, after a week, you amassed your armies and launched a counterattack. They would know of your fury...

The offensive campaign lasted for three weeks. Within that time, your men and women had taken over 10 separate villages and a stronghold, and were getting close to the capital of the kingdom. And that dragon that they had boasted about taming? Killed within the first week of the campaign. It's skull now hung above your throne and you had a fireproof cloak made for yourself from it's coal black scales. That is beside the point. The other kingdom eventually surrendered on the 23rd day of the campaign, and negotiations were quickly set up. Trade deals were made, ground was gained, and peace was guaranteed, if reluctantly. Though apparently they insisted on giving you an extra 'gift'. And after a few more days and the negotiations came to a close, that gift would be delivered.

You sat upon your throne. The massive chamber silent as a grave, the only sounds being the occasional whoosh of the breeze of the flicker of the embers coming from the several torches lining the halls and the grand pillars. Your crown sat beside you upon the armrest, and the pitch black dragon-scale cloak draped itself over your shoulders snuggly, feeling pretty comfortable for what it was. The large dragon skull mounted on the wall above your thrown was an intimidating sight, giving any would-be visitor just a mere glimpse of what you and your armies could do. The skull itself being pointed downwards, as if the non-existent eyes of the beast were now looking down upon you, cursing you for it's life cut short. It was then that the large castle doors at the far end of the chamber suddenly swung open, the daylight from outside pouring in.

Two of your guards walked in, dragging along a smaller figure behind them. Their armor clanking softly with each step. They stopped a few meters away from your throne and both gave deep bows of their heads before yanking the smaller figure out in front of them, their form hitting the plush red carpet with a soft, feminine yip. The guard on the left spoke up, loud and clear.

"She came with the last delivery from the other kingdom, my lord."

The guard on the right spoke up next.

"The guards that came with the shipment promised her to be your gift. A final offering to end off the peace treaty. A concubine of sorts."

As they both fell silent again, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the notion, and quickly waved the guards off. They gave their bows again before turning on their heels and walking out, the large castle doors shutting behind them with a soft, yet thunderous thud that echoed through the chamber... You then looked down at the small figure. You could easily see that she was a kobold. Flat-chested, with red eyes, soft, pink scales, curled horns and a thin tail. She was naked too, giving you a good look at almost all of her that wasn't directly in between her legs or under her tail.

She looked up at you, a sort of determination her cute little face, a small pout on her lips. She clearly didn't wish to be here. But her pout quickly disappeared as she sat on both knees, straightening her posture a little as she bowed her head.

"Good afternoon, m-my lord. My name is Nalu. And I am here to... P-p-please you. Be your concubine, slave, whatever you want... B-but don't think I'm ever gonna like this, or you!"

She spoke up, her voice feminine and soft. Submissive even as she tried to spoke up to you, stuttering or tripping over her words from embarrassment or nervousness. You couldn't help but find her defensiveness adorable. In spite of her last statement, though, you could judge by the subtle wagging of her tail that there may be some hidden desires of hers beneath her seemingly brave actions.