Yzma's Secret

Yzma's Secret - Chapter One: The One Named Kronk

          The peaceful jungle sounds from outside her tent filled her with a deep desire for Kronk's warm embrace. Oh, how she longed for her crusty scalp to be caressed by his immense, yet delicate grasp! Images of her memories of Kronk flashed before her: when he would make his delish spinach puffs just for her; the way he carried her delicate body through the harshness of the jungle foliage without complaint; his utter optimism and innocent joy at such simple things; the way he would talk to himself in that quirky way he always did; his gorgeous thick flowing hair atop his chiseled angel's face; ooooooooooooohhhhhh!!!!!! Yzma felt a warm moisture collect about her throbbing crotch. Oh, how she longed for his giant muscles to explore her body and dominate her violently. Oh, how she longed for his magnum schlong as she moistened her lips with a slobbery pucker. Wait -

        What was she thinking?!!!! How could she be thinking such lustrous thoughts about such an inferior peasant? After all, she was the rightful queen of Aztec Land and couldn't let her blasphemous urges soil her reputation. A deep feel of regret and embarrassment fell upon our Yzma, as she tried to block the thoughts from her mind, to no avail. She would have to keep playing the oppressive boss towards him, as much as it pained her. She lay her bony head onto her pillow and shut her reptillian eyes, drifting into a lucid dream, where her inner desire manifested. "OOOOOOOH, KRONKKY BOIOIII!!! RAVAGE ME!!" she rumbled in her raspy voice. A fatal mistake...

        Kronk, awakened by this rowdy display, drew back the curtain of her tent to reveal his perfect body, as he loomed over Yzma, lying helpless, strewn across her bed. Is this what Yzma hoped for all along?

To Be Continued...