The scene inside is much as you left it – Sapphire, lacking your body to lean against, has reclined into the nest of furs that serves as a bed and looks you over with a languid eye, even as one hand keeps Feathers' face nuzzled around her legs.

“You took a while.”

You nod. “The Travelling Merchant stopped by. I had to hand the haggling to Mercy and you know how she likes to toy with people.”

The rusty kobold nods, before stretching like a cat, pulling one leg up against Feathers' shoulder and pushing the gobliness away. The greenskin doesn't even attempt to catch herself, although with her arms still bound you're not sure how she would, instead toppling to the floor with a muffled cry.

Sapphire kneels down next to her, and folds her own arms behind her back as Feathers struggles back to a kneeling position facing you. From here you can see the fluids smeared across her inner thighs.

They both look up at you from beneath their lashes, or the tiny scales that serve the same purpose, but once again it's Sapphire that speaks.

“That's not everything, is it sir? You seem... troubled. Why don't we help make it better?”

You almost laugh at the near-porn levels of dialogue - What's porn? - and catch yourself before you can fall too far. You shake your head, the white around your vision retreating.

“That,” you say as you cross the room towards them, “Sounds like an excellent idea.”

It's not until you're upon them that you remember the reason you've not been fucking these two since your evolution. Namely, the sheer size disparity. Sapphire notices your pause, and speaks once more.

“If you will sir, I have had... ideas, on how we could handle this issue. Will you let me help you feel better?”

For some reason, something inside you rebels at the idea. Of relinquishing control, no matter how small, how briefly. You quash it. If you can't trust Sapphire, who could you possibly trust?

With a hesitation that shocks you, you nod.

“Please sir, come lie down. On your back, right here.”

Again you pause. Then, with a single movement you throw yourself into the fur bed, rolling over onto your back.

Sapphire stands then, pulling Feathers to her feet too, only to throw her to her knees once more once the two of them are next to you.

Your kobold runt kneels herself then, next to your head, and runs her hands across your face.

“Something happened. You're stressed and... upset? But non of that matters right here.”

Her gliding movements start to prod and rub, gently massaging your jaw and forehead.

“For now, you can relax. Please sir, let me make you feel good.”

You turn your head toward her, breaking the contact with her skilled claws, and stare into her eyes. Red into blue. Then you push forward just a hair, your lips to hers.

It's not a kiss that poets would write about. Neither of you have mouths designed for that sort of intimacy and your head is the size of her torso. But it's enough. She mewls into your mouth, letting you know in every way that she's not going to hurt you as she lets you take the lead, eagerly responding to your movements as your tongue snakes past her teeth. Her own tongue, so much smaller than yours, curls around you as you dominate her mouth. Heat, dormant in your stomach, blooms again.

*censored*

Sometimes, it's good to be the boss.