Give him a taste of shame...

As you stand there contemplating your next move against this treacherous gnome, an idea forms in your mind - something darker than anything else before. Your eyes narrow and your lips curl into a snarl as you take another sip from your glass, savoring the taste of vengeance mixed with the potent liquor. With newfound determination, you set down your cup on Knyth's desk, stepping closer until you tower over him. His wide eyes meet yours for just a moment before they flicker away, fear evident even beneath his defiant exterior. "You think I won't?" you growl, grabbing him by the front of his tunic and yanking him towards you forcefully. He stumbles back, hitting the edge of the table hard enough to knock over both glasses. You don't give him time to recover; instead, you shove him onto the floor, pinning him down with all your weight. The air rushes out of his lungs as he struggles futilely beneath you.

With one hand still gripping his tunic, you reach down with the other and begin undoing his trousers. Despite everything that has happened so far, it isn't until now that you truly realize how small this creature is compared to yourself. It only fuels your rage further - an animalistic desire taking hold within you. As soon as his pants are open, you push them aside roughly, exposing his tiny ass to your gaze. Your cock twitches in response at the sight, throbbing painfully against your jeans. Without another thought or word, you spit on his cheek, watching as saliva dribbles down onto the carpet before turning your attention back to your prey.

"This," you snarl into Knyth's ear, "is for every lie, every betrayal." With that, you position yourself behind him, lining up your aching member with his tight entrance. He whimpers softly but doesn't resist any longer, knowing full well there was no point. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself mentally before thrusting forward violently. There's a sharp intake of breath from both of you as you penetrate him completely, stretching him wide beyond anything he could ever imagine. "Owww Owww no Ulkin please... Owww its to big OWWWWW!" The sensation is overwhelming; raw and primal, filling you with a sense of power unlike anything else.

"Fuck you Knith!" As you begin to move inside him, each stroke becomes more forceful than the last. His cries fill the room, muffled by the rug beneath him. Every slap of flesh against flesh echoes through the silence like thunderclaps... an unholy symphony of **** and pleasure. Your hands grip his hips tightly, bruising skin under your fingers as you drive deeper still, relishing in the feeling of ownership washing over you. This small creature belongs to you now – body and soul. And nothing will change that fact.

The pain slowly gives way to something else entirely: pure bliss. Each movement sends waves of ecstasy coursing through every fiber of your being until it consumes all thought except for this moment. As you continue pounding into Knyth, you can feel the tension building within you once again. It isn't long before you reach your peak, pulling out just enough so that only the head remains buried deep inside him. With one final thrust, you release everything you have left, flooding him with your seed while roaring triumphantly at the top of your lungs.

Afterwards, you collapse onto him, panting heavily as endorphins rush through your veins. The gnome lies underneath you sobbing softly, battered but silent; a testament to both your power and fury. You remain there for several minutes, savoring the afterglow before finally rolling off him. He doesn't move - not even when you stand up and begin dressing yourself once more. Instead, he simply stares up at you from where he lays on the floor, his eyes filled with fear and resignation. "You got what was coming, you sack of shit!" is all you say before turning away completely, leaving him alone in the wreckage of his life.