Kazi vents his anger.

For a long moment neither spoke or moved. Then, slowly, as if unsure if he could, Kazi approached the dead bugbear. Venus for her part was unable to do more than lie upon the floor, basking in the warmth of the afterglow, equal parts sated as well as success, for now she had but the kobold to deal with. As she watched Kazi approach the corpse, she realized, even through the fog of her mind that only now, perhaps, Kazi had come to realize how much he had truly hated his partner.

The kobold stopped before the corpse. He looked over it, down it, watched warily for movement. He listened intently for any sign of life, tilting his head towards the corpse. The bugbear made no move. Kazi took another step forward, then suddenly drew back his foot and kicked the corpse violently.

“Stupid Muklod!” the Kobold screeched. As if he suddenly found the well of his resentment he began beating, kicking, and clawing the hide of the immense monster with the fury only the oppressed know against the oppressor. “Stupid! Stupid Muklod! Kazi not stupid. Muklod stupid! Kazi get you! Kazi win! Kazi smarter! Kazi better! Better! Better!”

The savagery of the attack warmed Venus even further. She found her fingers tweaking her nipples, her groans mingling with the screeching of the kobold and the thuds as his fists beat against the muscular corpse of the bugbear, barely able to make a scratch in the tough hide, let alone bruise it. But Kazi cared not. His **** was now. He grabbed at the bristling fur and pulled, tugged, and twisted. With a final shriek his hands came free with a small mass of the bugbear’s fur.

Then, suddenly, as if he had finally exhausted his anger, Kazi stumbled back. His claws opened weakly and let the hair fall from his fingers. He could only stare for a few minutes. Then, Venus’s sighs as she pleasured herself drew his attention, and when he looked on her shapely figure, lust supplanted fury. In the dimness of her pleasure charged mind, Venus realized that if she could entice the kobold to fuck her, she could have him in a place of vulnerability. The mujaberry juice had been sweated out enough through her repeated couplings that she could think somewhat straight, and might even be able to overwhelm the kobold herself. But if she did not, the kobold might be able to **** her to take more, or resume his plan against the other huntresses, for she doubted that if he **** on her more juice, she’d be able to resist him.