Queen of the Pack ((Maxaro & ViperFang))

The world was dangerous, these days. Warring nations, creeping devils, and feuding tribes. Endless horrors plagued the darkest corners. And now, populations were thinning out. People and monsters were getting desperate for any scraps of meat or land they could land their claws on. Many were taking deadly risks that backfired, resulting in a clan getting wiped out in one way or another. Others remained holed up, too fearful to act, and thus suffered for inaction. But there were some groups that had potential.

In the Craeth Grasslands, a small patch of trees had crown tall. Though the grasslands were lush with green plantlife, the trees were a different story. Gnarled and dark with thorns jutting out from the branches, this ‘oasis’ warded off most intruders, and for good reason. Within that huddle of trees lived a sorceress. Though her home appeared humbled on the outside, the inside was a different story. The exterior was a mere deterrent, something to fool onlookers into believing nothing of value lingered inside. But the interior had been turned into an extraplanar space, doubling the size. Rich silks and a massive collection of bizarre ingredients littered the inside.

The strangest object of note lay in the center of the room. On top of a small table sat a crystal ball that hovered an inch above its pedestal. Normally it was completely clear. But now, with the wicked sorceress herself gazing into it, an image emerged from the ether. She grinned to herself, seeing a pack of Gnolls approaching her territory.

”Well, well…I wonder who fooled them into coming after me,” she pondered aloud. She dragged her nails over the crystal surface, seeking the pack leader. Once she was able to pick him out, she couldn’t help but stare. She let out a dark chuckle, finding herself enamored with the way he looked as well as how he commanded his pack. ”He’s perfect…”

She knew what she would be doing. There was no need to wipe out these Gnolls. She waved her arms, letting her magic loose inside her hut. In a flash, all of her important trinkets and clothing were gathered in enchanted bags and the rest was simply left to scatter. The walls closed in, the wood suddenly resembling the dilapidated look of the exterior. The only thing that didn’t appear to lose its quality was the sorceress herself. Beautiful, curvy, and clad in a tight-fitting silk dress that was beyond scandalous. The rich violet color definitely stood out against the darkness of the trees. With the moon rising high, the only light within her hut was a small lantern. With any luck, the Gnolls wouldn’t notice the juxtaposition and assume she was just a helpless woman in the middle of nowhere.

”Come and get me. It’s time for me to leave my mark on this world."

It was with a sense of deeply annoyed resignation that Thanrir Bloodfang looked down upon his pack from the boulder he was sat on, a growl making its way from his throat as he bit into the tasteless flesh of the grilled rabbit in his claws. What had once been a feared and respected mercenary pack among the Gnoll tribes had become a small group of a mere handful of skilled, but far from unbeatable warriors, and the simple act of thinking of their former glory and subsequent fall from grace made Thanrir bare his fangs at nothing in particular.

He loathed what had become of them, especially considering what they had once been, though that loathing never transferred to the members of his pack themselves. He cared for them as a leader should, even if they were far from the smartest bunch of mutts he'd ever met, and even as weak as they had become, he would continue to stand by them all until the end. And, considering how scare food had become recently, that end might be coming sooner than Thanrir would have liked.

He took another bite out of his rabbit as that thought passed through his mind, and his furred brow furrowed at the prospect of the potential starvation his pack might face. The rabbit he was eating was the first thing he'd eaten all day, and considering that the sun stood high in the sky at the moment, it made his still unfulfilled hunger all the more understandable. With their size being so small, Thanrir wasn't surprised that his pack hadn't been hired to do any mercenary work for such a long time now, but knowing this didn't change the fact that without work they couldn't make any money, which meant they had to resort to hunting, and while the pack were stellar hunters, there wasn't much prey they could hunt. Rabbits and smaller wildlife, that was all that he and his pack managed to track down and capture nowadays, all the other prey being in the hunting grounds of other, far stronger Gnoll tribes that wouldn't hesitate to slaughter them all should they discover that he had been stealing from them.

The last piece of rabbit meat made its way down Thanrir's throat as he thought, and when his teeth met bone he knew that there was only one option left for his pack. He knew of a hut not far from their current resting spot that was supposedly still inhabited even if its appearance did make it look abandoned. It looked to be an easy target for groups of bandits, and as much as Thanrir considered himself to be prideful, he wasn't beneath robbing whoever lived in the hut if it meant his pack would survive for a little while longer. His yellow, somewhat dusky eyes looked towards the forest that was the hut's only means of defense, or at least that was what he thought, and as he bit through the bone of the rabbit, Thanrir decided that's where they needed to go.

"Alright you flee-ridden heap of mutts, your break is over! It's time to get a move on!" He barked out to his pack, his voice sounding like nothing more than the barkings of a dog or wolf to anyone that didn't speak the Gnollish language, and every head in his pack turned towards him with their ears peaked as he stood up on the boulder and rested against his greatsword. "There's a hut not far from here that some old hag lives in that's sure to have food of some kind in it. If any of you want to object against robbing whoever lives there you are free to eat my shit while the rest of you better start pack you crap. We're leaving as soon as the sun touches the treetops over there!"

With a final bark and pointed claw towards the forest housing the hut, Thanrir leaped down from the boulder and began to pack his things, already knowing that none of his men would object when they were as hungry as they were. In just a few minutes, the camp that the pack had made for themselves was taken down and packed away, and at Thanrir's command, they marched towards the forest, unknowing of who it was that inhabited the hut within it.

Night came and went. Nou stayed awake as long as she could, trying to be ready for when the Gnolls broke in. But they never came. Did she mess up her scrying spell? She thought for sure they were already on their way. She grew frustrated quickly, considering giving up on the idea altogether. It wasn’t as though she needed to have these creatures in her employ. It simply would have been…interesting. She let out an audible, exasperated sigh before plopping down on her bed. The sky was starting to turn light by the time she laid herself down. She closed her eyes and let herself drift to sleep. She’d need to come up with a new plan tomorrow, now that the Gnolls had proven themselves useless.

Or so she thought.

When the Gnolls trudged through the patch of trees, they would no doubt find it to be more difficult terrain than expected. Sharp rocks littered the ground along with upraised roots that threatened to trip the unwary traveler. The trees themselves had sharp thorns growing from the branches and trunks, leaving deep scratches in some that failed to see through their starved stupor. Even poisonous plants grew here, already sending some of the Gnolls into sneezing or itching fits.

Had the sorceress been awake, these woods would have been far more dangerous, bending to her will. Lucky for them, she remained asleep in her hut and before long, it came into view. Though they couldn’t smell any food, the scent of a human woman lingered in the air. Some maws drooled, desperate for any kind of meat. Others had different depraved thoughts enter their minds, especially when they creeped up to the windows and peered in, seeing the woman. They began to cackle quietly, sounding very much like a pack of hyenas. One of them breathed heavy on the window, running his tongue along the glass pane before turning to the leader.

”Is she the food, boss? Or can we play with her?” he growled, clearly eager to do something to her.

Nou stirred inside, slowly opening her eyes, having heard strange noises outside her hut. She flinched upon seeing the Gnolls. They had come after all, but they had caught her off guard. Powerful as she was, she wouldn’t get away from an invasion without some wounds. She kept her fearful expression, knowing they would see her that way, but started to channel her magic. In her mind’s eye, she sought out the Gnoll with the strongest will among them before trying to influence him.

Take the woman out of the hut yourself, then let them raid.

That was what she tried to whisper into his mind.

"Murrow!" Thanrir snarled angrily as he roughly yanked the salivating Gnoll away from the window by the scruff of his neck, ignoring Murrow's pained whining as he landed in a heap on the ground, the rest of the pack merely watching as their leader growled darkly and bared his fangs towards them all. Their previous laughter immediately quieted down.

"Listen up, I'm only telling you mutts this once. We're here for food. Nothing else. You can find something to fuck later, right now we're going to get something to eat." Thanrir barked, his eyes zeroing in on where Murrow still laid on the ground, fixing the warrior with a stare that told him that if he didn't control himself then his odds of living until tomorrow were very low. It wasn't often that he got as angry as he was at this moment, but with how hungry he was and what an absolute pain traversing the forest surrounding Nou's hut had been, any calm was washed away. His stomach had been growling for what felt like an eternity, his body was sore and tired from the journey, and as a final annoyance, he was itching all over from having accidentally stepped on one of the many plants in the forest. Thanrir's patience had ran out long ago.

He was just about to give the pack the order to break in and to kill Nou, when suddenly a thought hit him. It came from out of nowhere, or at least that's what it felt like to Thanrir, but still he couldn't ignore it. The anger he'd felt a mere moment ago was forgotten, his mind being filled with only one thought, one command.

Take the woman out of the hut yourself, then let them raid.

If his pack noticed any change in Thanrir's behavior they didn't show it, staying quiet as their leader seemingly thought deeply about something. Their ears stayed alert even though hunger and fatigue continued to gnaw at them all, and desire at only a few.

After a moment, Thanrir turned around, looking through the window that Murrow had been licking no long ago, his gaze roaming over Nou's beautiful face. He... didn't want to kill and eat her anymore. He was so hungry, but he just couldn't bring himself to want to devour this woman. Something stopped him from doing so.

With a frown adorning his brow, Thanrir looked at his pack for only a moment before deciding what to do. "I'm going in there first, you all spread out and search for anything else valuable here until I'm finished. When I give the signal, and only then, you can loot the house. If you protest, then you'll be the one we're eating today," he growled at the pack, his tone leaving no room for argument, even if many of the Gnolls did want to argue against his orders.

Thanrir had no intention of going through with his threat, and his pack knew that, but still they followed his command and spread out to investigate the area without much more than a few irritated snarls. The Gnoll leader all the while stared through the window of the hut again, before shaking his head and unsheathing his greatsword, preparing himself to brake the door down. Then an idea struck him. It was a stupid idea, but he figured he should at least check it out.

Not expecting any positive result, Thanrir pushed against the door. It opened. It hadn't been locked it seemed. The Gnoll leader just released a mixture of a sigh and a growl before stepping through the doorway and entering the hut, his slitted, yellow eyes finally looking down on the beautiful woman laid out on the bed.

"Who are you?" He asked simply, his voice deep and powerful even while his pronunciation of the human words slightly were stilted.

Yes, the Gnolls were certainly hungry. Nou could see it in their feral eyes. While a few seemed more interested in what lay between her thighs, the rest were clearly far too hungry to consider their other carnal desires. She could hear the leader growling to his men. With her magic, she was able to understand him. He protected her from rape, yet his ultimate intention was obvious. She was meant to be the meal the pack had needed. Fortunately, however, she noticed a very clear delay in the moment. Had her spell taken effect? Just in case, she repositioned herself, leaning back and pushing her chest out while her right leg slipped through the slit in her dress, baring her limb to his eyes, assuming he planned to enter.

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Meanwhile, outside the Gnolls were growing restless, flustered by their leader’s inaction, only to grow more frustrated when they were ordered to scavenge the area rather than the hut itself. Murrow, the one that had been torn away from the window, snorted after the leader finished his orders, turning to some of the packmates that joined him in the search for any kind of meat or food source outside of the hut.

”Dammit…Thanrir isn’t being fair…” he growled, feeling both a pinch in his stomach and a swelling in his loins. ”We all could’ve shared that bitch, fuckin’ her then eating her when we were done.”

Another Gnoll screwed his face up at the suggestion. ”Nahh, I’d rather not fuck a human. They barely have any kind of fur. Give me a Gnoll woman any day…”

Murrow scoffed as the others seemed to agree with the uninterested Gnoll. ”Come on. You don’t get excited from that fear? Plus, they’re so weak, they can hardly fight back!”

Disapproving grumbles sounded from the others. They seemed to like a bit of fight in their mates.

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Back at the hut, Nou watched as the door slowly swung open slowly. He had a tall, powerful presence that, surprisingly enough, excited her a bit. She felt a tingle in her loins, the faint aroma of which wouldn’t go unnoticed by Thanrir’s nose. She tried to hide her excited grin as much as she could. As he stepped in, speaking in Common tongue with his growling Gnoll accent, Nou used a bit of her magic to slowly and quietly close the door behind him, locking it so they wouldn’t be disturbed too easily.

”Why…I am known as Nou…” she replied softly, her tone lowered with a hint of sultriness. ”But, who are you and what are you doing here? Were you searching for weak, defenseless prey? Or something…more?”

She parted her legs slightly, giving him a slight glimpse up the skirt of her dress. She had thought about simply seducing him, but she could tell from the feral look in his eyes that he and his people were starving. If she was going to have any chance of getting them to cooperate wither, she’d need to provide them with food. With a gesture, the weathered cabinets in her hut opened, revealing freshly conjured raw meat. They were practically dripping from the cabinets, with Nou knowing that Gnolls wouldn’t want to eat cooked meat. They needed something that resembled a fresh kill.

”If you’re looking for a meal, I have plenty, as you can see. But what you see in here…is just for you,” she purred before glancing outside. Though his pack couldn’t witness her power firsthand, it was crucial that he saw she was no mere mortal. With another gesture, a pile of raw, bloody meat appeared on the grass outside the hut. Within seconds, the sounds of the hyena-like cackling echoed in through the window as the pack converged on the meat pile, not giving it a second thought as they ravenously tore into it and filled their aching bellies. Nou returned her gaze to Thanrir. ”You needn’t worry about them, or you, for that matter. The meat is perfectly safe and, as I’m sure you’ll find, quite delicious.”

She scooted down on her bed, inching closer to him. In a matter of moments, she had gone from potential prey to seductress. Most men that foolishly wandered into her hut would be reduced to ashes by now, yet Nou found herself enamored by the appearance of the Gnoll. Shaggy fur, a powerful body, and clearly enough stamina to lead his pack even when he had barely eaten. Her leg stretched out, her foot gently touching at the side of his calf before slowly trailing upward. She kept her eyes focused on his, searching for any kind of reaction.

”…Or do you see something else you really…really want?” she teased, her foot gliding further and further up, slightly tickled by the feeling of his fur against her toes.

Thanrir wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting was waiting for him on the other side of Nou's hut's door, especially considering how strange his mind had felt for the past few minutes, but this sure as hell wasn't it. The woman, who he now knew was named Nou, was an immensely beautiful one and, even though he loathed to admit it, Thanrir could see why Murrow and a few other of his warriors would become almost overcome by desire from merely looking at her. Her features was almost picturesque in their beauty, her body one befitting that of a goddess, and when she spoke, her voice sounding as divine as could be, Thanrir could feel his internal temperature rise, not even noticing that the door had closed behind him.

He'd never felt like this around a human before, he'd always considered them to be inferior in terms of beauty to Gnoll women, but Nou... she was absolutely breathtaking. And now that he was closer to her, he could feel that she was doing something to him. Something that was changing his mind. And at this point, the Gnoll pack leader was starting to think that wasn't a bad thing.

Then Nou summoned a positively mountainous amount of meat, and Thanrir's mind began to struggle against itself.

He could hear his warriors feasting outside, and as he stared down at the delicious smelling venison at his feet, Thanrir could feel his composure slowly crumble. He'd forgotten his hunger and anger before, his mind having been too occupied with the thoughts Nou had sown inside him to remember his almost starved state, but now he felt it again. His stomach twisted in pain and saliva formed in his maw as he fought against the urge to devour the meat laid out before him. He didn't know Nou well enough, he tried to tell himself, she could be lying about the meat being free of poison.

Thanrir's fingers tightened around his greatsword, his claws digging into his palm hard enough to make rivlets of blood trickle out of the now pierced skin. He tried force himself to be calm, or at least calm enough to speak to Nou, but that changed when he felt her delicate foot against his leg and her words registered within his mind. His eyes met hers, conflicted yellow gazing into seductive violet, and Thanrir felt something break within him. His hunger, anger, and now arousal all stormed in his head, his own thoughts clashing with those that Nou had planted, until only confusion remained. And arousal.

"W-who... what are you?" Thanrir asked almost shakily, the one of his hands not still gripping his greatsword tightly coming up to rest against his head as it throbbed in pain. Nou's touch, as light as it was at the moment, felt like it burned to the packmaster, though not in a bad way. Had he been more alert and not confused, Thanrir would have understood that Nou was a sorceress, and a powerful one at that, but his starved, shaken mind was too far gone at the moment. He needed to eat, his strength was waning quickly, but the magic in his mind also made him feel as if he needed answers to his questions. It was just a matter of what would happen first now. At this point, he wouldn't object to being fed something as long as his hunger was abated, leaving only his arousal and Nou's magic as the things causing him to feel confused.

Nou could see the struggle in his eyes. His animal instincts were probably telling him to flee or to kill, yet her body and the meat she conjured clearly gave him pause. She watched as he unintentionally began to drool at the sight of the food, yet also seemed to stare in confusion at it. She understood that. Few creatures were readily able to accept the idea of magic, much less comprehend it. She could see him slowly breaking under her seduction. Though she hadn’t intended to use magic to influence his arousal, sometimes her magic acted on its own accord. Such was the lot in life of a self-taught sorceress.

She let her foot glide back down his leg before she stood up slowly at his question. She took his clawed hand in hers, guiding him to sit on the bed. Though it appeared he was becoming more malleable to her desires, she had a feeling it would take more than that to get him onto her bed. No, though he seemed to have a growing want for her, there was one thing he needed to have satisfied now.

”I am a sorceress,” she confessed simply. ”But you needn’t fear me. I have no need to harm you or your pack. It would be such a waste.”

She bent at the waist, leaning down to pick up a slab of meat while also looming dangerously close to his covered loins. Her eyes glanced to the area, causing her to grin. She wondered what it would look like…and even more, how it would feel. When she stood back up, she was dangling the meat between her thumb and forefinger, its natural juices glistening and dripping onto the pile beneath it.

”Please, have a seat on the bed. I conjured this meat just for you. Nice and raw. I believe that’s how Gnolls like it,” she went on. Gnolls were predatory, after all, and she assumed they enjoyed the taste of something resembling a fresh kill. She couldn’t explain why she was suddenly feeling so…frisky. Perhaps their kind had a natural pheromone that was affecting her…or perhaps it was the thrill of the idea of being taken by a feral-looking creature. Whatever the case, she was likewise growing more aroused. She held up the meat a little higher and, feeling rather adventurous, let the meat’s juices drip onto her exposed cleavage, hoping to encourage him to not only eat the meat she provided, but to throw her down and enjoy what else she was offering. ”Maybe once you’ve sated your stomach, I can get you something to drink?”

She took another step forward before glancing out the window. She couldn’t hide her astonishment when she saw that the meat she provided for the rest of the pack had already been devoured. Fortunately, if Thanrir took the time to follow her gaze, he would see that his pack looked very content now, lazy smiles on their fuzzy faces as they savored the feeling of being a bit more than full, something they hadn’t felt in a very long time. She returned her gaze to the leader, a faint smile on her lips.

”I have an offer for you,” she purred. ”Permit me to join you, to leave this spit of land, and I will use my magic to empower your pack. To feed you and arm you, whenever you need it. And in return…” she paused, taking another step forward, closing the gap between them so that her body nearly touched his ”…in return, I want you to take me. Right here…right now.”

She actively avoided using magic now as she pitched this offer to him. Though she was doing this for selfish reasons, she did hope that he would agree. Her body was aching, her heart racing as her mind began to fill with images of him panting heavily above her. Perhaps this had simply been a previously unacknowledged fetish, but the longer she was in his presence, the more she needed him.

Thanrir didn't protest or fight back against Nou as she urged to sit down on her bed, his greatsword clattering to the floor of the hut as he let his grip on it go limp, and the mere feeling of the sorceress' hand taking his own clawed one made small sparks run through his body. This was all new to him. Never had a female had this kind of effect on him, especially not a human one. All of his previous experiences with mates had been quick affairs born out of a need to sate the sexual urge periods of heat brought, he had never really felt anything for those he mated with beyond desire.

Even in his hungry, confused state Thanrir could tell this wasn't the case with Nou. She had this aura about her that made his thoughts feel unsteady, as well as make his body feel hot, and the odd thing was that he didn't dislike it.

Looking slightly up at the sorceress as he sat seated on her bed, Thanrir decided that thinking about that could wait until his head stopped aching and his hunger wasn't as ravenous. And that's when Nou picked up one of the slabs of meat from the floor, giving him quite the view both down her gorgeous, sultrily revealing dress and of her near his slowly warming groin as she did so. Had he not been wearing his loincloth, Thanrir suspected she would have been able to clearly tell that he was aroused.

The pack leader watched with as keen of an eye he could manage as Nou let the juices of the meat drip down her ample chest, his gaze darting between the sorceress' positively inviting breasts, her shimmering eyes, and the piece of meat itself, his arousal and need for food fighting once again. He still listened to her words though, one of his ears only taking a moment to flick towards where he could hear his pack finishing up their own share of long sought after food, and as soon as Nou revealed her preposition Thanrir's eyes widened.

She wanted him to... mate with her...? And if he did, his pack would be supplied with both food and form an alliance with a clearly powerful sorceress...? That was... she had to be joking...? Right...?

Thanrir watched closely as Nou bridged the distance between them, standing before him, the meat still in her hand and the juices from it still coating her chest. The Gnoll was about to speak up, to ask if the sorceress was truly serious, but he stopped himself. Instead of speaking, Thanrir, slowly leaned forward and closed his jaws around the delicious smelling meat, taking as much care as he could to not accidentally bite Nou's fingers off as he took the piece of venison from her and his sharp fangs tore it to pieces in mere moments. Finally, the hunger that had been plaguing him for so long was slightly lessened in severity. It wasn't by much, but it was still noticeable to him as his mind cleared.

Without even thinking, one of Thanrir's hands shot out and grabbed two more pieces of meat from the floor, both of them disappearing down his powerful maw in an instant. Nou hadn't been lying, the taste was divine, he noted as yet another slice met the same fate as the previous three.

Wiping his bloodied mouth on his arm, Thanrir stood up from the bed, his thoughts far more focused now, the distance between him and Nou being non-existent now as her soft looking breasts were lightly pressed against his own armored chest. He remembered her offer, and now that hunger was no longer blurring his senses, the Gnoll leader was able to notice a new, almost sweet smell. One that was coming from Nou herself, he realized quickly. From her... nether regions.

More warmth spread throughout the body of the muscular Gnoll at this revelation, most of it making its way down to Thanrir's own loins, the cloth covering him beginning to slowly bulge outward as his arousal became more intense. What he was faced with was what felt like the deal of a lifetime, but if Nou was telling the truth, Thanrir was not going to pass up on this offer.

"I accept..." he growled lowly, though the growl itself was far different than any he had released before. It wasn't aggressive this time, just hungry. Though, not for the kind of flesh he had eaten just moments ago. This was another kind of hunger, one that could only be sated by a special form of meat. "You will join us, help us, and in return..." as he spoke, Thanrir began leaning down, his claws retracting as his hands landed on the almost exposed hips of the sorceress. "I will take you..."

As the words left his lips, Thanrir touched his nose against Nou's neck, taking in a deep breath to cement her unique scent to his memory, assuring he never forgot it, before he let his large, slightly coarse tongue lap at the generous amount of delectable skin on display. Slowly, he trailed down her exposed collar bone, taking in her taste just like he had her scent, until he reached the valley of her breasts where he stopped to lick up the "spilled" meat juices still there. The tent in the Gnoll's loincloth was only growing larger as his beastly member became more hardened.

It didn't matter to him that it would be the first time he mated with a human, Thanrir felt more aroused than he could ever remember. All thanks to Nou.

Nou was a bit surprised when the Gnoll let his greatsword fall to the ground. Sure, she was trying to make sure he knew she had no intention of harming him, but such an act required a great deal of trust. Well…for humans, anyway. Gnolls did have their own claws, their own fangs. They didn’t need weapons to inflict harm. That said, the look in his eyes betrayed his confusion, his want to comply with her requests. Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult, trying to convince him. She could see that he was all too aware of the fact that his pack was now satiated outside. Even Murrow lounged about in contentment, caring very little if the boss had the woman all to himself for one reason or another.

She smiled as he took the meat from her hand, his fangs shredding it quickly. He truly was starving. He gave an almost startled look before seizing more, putting aside all hesitation to placate the aching in his empty belly. The meat had been conjured by magic, but was made to be of high quality, bloody meat. Had it been ignored, it would have disappeared in due time. Now that it was eaten however, it was just regular food. She admired his features again, even though the fur around his mouth had turned crimson from the meat. It didn’t bother her one bit. After all, she let the meat’s juices drip onto her bosom. She could see his nose twitching, then saw movement between his legs. She let out soft gasp as she saw the bulge swelling. Even now, he looked quite large…and she licked her lips in response.

Her heart fluttered as he growled to her, sending chills down her spine. She pressed her body against his now, knowing what was coming. She gave him a sly grin as her leg wrapped around his furry thigh, pulling him closer to feel that bulge against her. She let out a sigh as his hands grasped her hips firmly, the need for him becoming quite overwhelming. The scent of her arousal was getting thicker by the second, filling the air with the sweetness of it. Then, he pulled her in close, his cold nose against her heated flesh as he inhaled her. She let out a moan from the sudden contact, the start contrast between the two of them getting her hot and bothered.

As his tongue lapped at her neck, she moaned louder and shuddered, her hands reaching up to his shaggy mane. Her fingers tangled in his fur as she began to stroke along his neck, letting him guide himself downward. Each tongue lashing made her shudder more, her body quite responsive to pleasure. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her dress, straining against the material as his tongue went lower…and lower.

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Her cries of pleasure did not go unnoticed outside. Some of the Gnolls’ ears perked up. Murrow was among them, lazily picking himself up off the ground.

”What’s goin’ on in there?” he asked, mostly to himself as he strolled over, trying not to move too fast. He peaked in through the window and his amber eyes widened at the sight. It turned out his taste in human women wasn’t so strange after all! He grinned as he watched, his tongue hanging out. ”Oh-ho yeah. Get a load of this, boys. Boss is gonna tame that wench!”

Most of the Gnolls, having no interest in human women, resigned to simply lay on the grass and rest, digesting the banquet they feasted on. A handful of curious Gnolls, however, hurried up to the window. Had they doubted it before, they certainly didn’t now. Human women were…exquisite. It was only a shame that this one would now be claimed, rather than shared.

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Nou’s eyes closed as his tongue slithered lower, teasing along her collarbone. He then lavished her bosom, lapping up the juices she allowed to drip on her. Her luscious lips parted as she moaned louder and louder. That was why she permitted the meat to drip on her…she wanted to feel his tongue on her body. She felt his loins swelling larger, pushing firmly against her. Things were going perfectly. Both were extremely aroused, and now it was time to reward him. She released her gentle grip on his mane to reach behind her. She tugged on the wrappings that held her dress together, letting the obi belt drop to the floor. Her dress now hung loosely on her body. With a shrug, the silk material fell from her shoulders, pooling at her feet and baring her body to the Gnoll’s hungry eyes.

”Mmm…you’re powerful…” she sighed, her hands reaching up to his muscled arms. ”Deadly…capable of crushing the life out of your foes…and making a woman like me scream with ecstasy…”

Her hands moved to trail down his armored torso to the now bulging loincloth. With a few quick tugs, the loincloth was gone and his beastly shaft was unleashed. She pulled away from him to get a good look, and the sheer size of it made her gasp. Long, thick, and ready to go. She felt her face flush with excitement. The longer this went, the more she realized she needed this. She stepped closer to him again, making sure to press her body against him, feeling his member press against her pelvis.

”Thank you…for accepting my offer….here’s your reward,” she purred.

Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered to her knees. She wasted no time, reaching her hands to his heavy sack, gently kneading the tender orbs within while she leaned forward, running her hot and wet tongue along the underside of his throbbing meat. She trailed a line to the head of his shaft, savoring his strong, masculine taste. She repeated the action, going even slower. This time, when she reached the head, she lifted her head upwards, leaning her body towards him to rest his hard length between her ample breasts. She wanted to see the look on his face, to see if he would be confused or hungry for more. As she did this, she became aware that they had an audience outside the window…yet she didn’t care.

”Let them watch,” she whispered to Thanrir, just in case he was getting agitated by the encouraging snarls and barks from his pack. ”Show them why you’re the superior one among them…and make me scream while you do it…”

She lowered her head again, this time parting her lips to take in his shaft. She moaned against him, making sure the vibrations of her voice traveled down his length. She slowly inched more and more of him inside her mouth, gently sucking on him and lavishing him with her tongue. She would continue this until she could take no more. Though she appeared quite skilled, even she was surprised when she found she could only take half of his impressive length comfortably. Any more would be a struggle. No, not a struggle…a challenge. She looked up at him again, continuing to greedily suckle on his shaft before trying to push herself, taking in more of his glorious Gnoll shaft. No human man she’d ever seen before this compared.

It took effort from Thanrir to ignore the sounds coming from his pack as they stared through the windows of Nou's hut, he'd never been one who enjoyed being watched, but it wasn't that hard considering how easy he quickly found it was to get lost in the very much new sensation he was subjected to by Nou's wet, warm mouth. Because of his past experiences with other Gnoll partners only, Thanrir had never had the pleasure of feeling a mouth around his length, the closest he'd gotten was having one of his mates lick him thoroughly and it didn't even compare to the bliss he felt from Nou's lips and mouth enveloping his shaft.

A pleasured growl left the Gnoll leader's throat as he let one of his hands land on the sorceress' head, gripping her raven locks as gently as he could manage. This was certainly a reward if he'd ever seen one, the sight of the now completely bare, absolutely gorgeous Nou on her knees before him being one that he'd make sure he would recall for the rest of his days. Only half of his, by human standards, enormous manhood was within Nou's wet cavern, the rest resting comfortably between her soft, practically divine breasts, and while just this was incredibly pleasurable, Thanrir wanted more.

He'd never seen a human women this beautiful bare before, and while the Gnoll suspected the lack of underclothes was not something most of them shared, he was certainly not complaining. Nou's body, all of it, from her curves to her skin to her sultry expression, was a feast for Thanrir's eyes, and he looked forward to be able to letting his hands, tongue, nose, and manhood explore every part of her.

Using the hand tangled in her luscious, black tresses, he slowly urged the sorceress to take more of him inside her mouth, pushing his hips forward to meet her as his own maw fell open and he began to pant softly, almost as if he was a female Gnoll in the peak of her heat. If this was what humans, or at least this particular human, could do with just their mouths, Thanrir was starting to believe he'd been a fool to never having tried mating with them before.

A loud bark, more excited than any before, sounded from outside the window, and try as he might, Thanrir couldn't ignore it this time. He sent a dangerous bark right back at whoever it was that had uttered it, regrettably moving his gaze from the erotic picture of Nou with his erect shaft between her lips, and as he did so, he unintentionally thrust his hips against her, forcing himself deeper into her mouth and almost down her throat. The sensation the action brought was immensely pleasurable, but Thanrir wasn't sure just how much humans could handle when it came to these kinds of things, so he forced himself to stop to make sure Nou was alright. It wasn't what he wanted to do now that he knew how good it felt to go this deep inside the sorceress' mouth, but he'd rather not make her angry this soon after forging an alliance with her.

Nou could tell Thanrir wasn’t particularly pleased about being watched. She had tried to alleviate him, but it didn’t seem to do much. Her actions, however, did seem to be a good enough distraction. She savored the taste of him, her tongue gliding all along his mighty shaft while her breasts trapped what she couldn’t immediately take in. She felt his clawed hands stroke through her hair, lightly gripping her as he pushed his hips forward gently. She found herself greatly enjoying this, feeling him slowly guide her further down his shaft, hearing his growls above her, followed by his breathless pants. She had wondered beforehand whether or not she could successfully pleasure a Gnoll, but it was clear her doubts were unfounded. They were like any man that existed, it seemed. Thanrir just needed a little…push to accept a human as anything other than a source of food or an enemy on the battlefield.

She didn’t care how he treated other humans, of course. Anything that opposed them could die, for all she cared. But her…she wanted to be sure he wanted pleasure from her, just as she wanted it from him. She sucked harder as she continued down his meat, determined to take him all in if she possibly could. The bark outside startled her a bit, as did Thanrir’s retort. He shoved her further down, making her gag for a second at the sudden movement. Her eyes watered slightly, but rather than get angry, she went along with it. She tightly shut her eyes as she pushed further down, ignoring his attempt to see if she was alright. Before long, she had enough of him shoved down her tight throat that he could no longer rest between her breasts. With much effort, to her surprise and to the onlookers, Nou completely sheathed his manhood inside her. She couldn’t breathe through his length and girth, but she remained there for a moment, letting both herself and Thanrir savor this tightness.

The Gnolls outside couldn’t help but cackle in triumphant laughter, barking a bit more before scampering off, knowing their boss would be angered that they had continued to enjoy the show despite his protests. Nou slowly slipped him out of her mouth and throat, gasping loudly for air once he popped free. Her face was slightly reddened, both from the lack of oxygen and her increasing arousal for him. She let his now wet rod rest against her beautiful face as she took a moment to catch her breath, letting him see how…comfortable she was with him, even now. She ran her tongue along the underside again, trailing up to the head before standing up slowly, her body pressing against his. His wet member trailed a line from her luscious lips, between the valley of her tits, until it finally rested against her slim belly.

”Amazing…I’ve tasted you…and I enjoyed it,” she purred before walking around him, towards her bed. She sat upon the comfy mattress before scooting up a bit, leaning back to lay down, her legs bent and crossed over each other, her dainty bare feet blocking his view of her dripping wet entrance. Though he could not see it, he could certainly smell that sweet scent, more intense now than before. She took a deep breath, making sure to push out her generous bust, putting her body on full display for him. ”Now…I think it’s your turn to taste me. Explore me…I can see you want me, Gnoll, and believe me, I want you to do everything you want to me. Everything.”

It had occurred to her that she didn’t actually know his name. Sure, she could have pried through his mind with her magic, but she’d rather he told her. She grinned wickedly.

”Please…tell me your name,” she sighed. ”I need to know what to scream.”

Even if he didn't state it out loud, Thanrir was impressed by Nou's perseverance and drive, he hadn't expected a human, especially not one of her build, to be able to fully engulf his hard member, but she had managed to do it, and the pleasure her hot, tight throat brought made a spark of immense contentment pass throughout the entirety of the Gnoll's body.

When Nou slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, still as hard as ever and glistening from the saliva coating it, Thanrir couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He'd been satisfied having her servicing him for far longer, especially now that he knew just how much pleasure her skilled mouth and tongue could bring him, but that disappointment quickly faded away once he was able to lay his eyes on her face without the distraction of pleasure clouding his senses.

Gasping for air, her face reddened from arousal and breathlessness, Nou looked more beautiful than any creature Thanrir had ever laid his gaze upon. Everything about the picture before him was nothing short of perfect, and when she let her tongue run along his shaft once more it was almost a miracle the Gnoll didn't finish right there and then from the sexual atmosphere alone. This sorceress, Thanrir was completely sure of, was someone immensely special, and he was going to make sure to thank every god her knew of for the opportunity to not only build and alliance with her, but also share this pleasure with her.

When Nou finally stood, after letting his member create a thin trail of saliva down her breathtaking form, Thanrir followed every movement she made with more interest and attention than he'd ever shown mating with another Gnoll. His eyes were completely locked on her as she walked around him, laid down upon her bed, and then presented herself for him. Her words were like satin brushing against his ears when she spoke, and the scent coming from her hot, dripping sex only spurred Thanrir's own arousal even more.

In a few swift strides, he made his way over to where she laid, his eyes hungrily taking in every part of her on display while he hastily removed his worn breastplate, tore of his already partially ripped undershirt, and unbuckled the clasps holding his vambraces together. When he finally stood towering over the sensual sorceress, Thanrir was clad in little more than his hard-leather greaves and his belt. Everything else had joined Nou's robe on the floor of the hut.

"My name..." the Gnoll leader began as he placed his hands on either side of the sorceress' head, leaning down to take in her scent again by nuzzling her neck, "Is Thanrir... that is what you may scream... Nou..."

While her name was awkward for him to pronounce, at least at the moment, Thanrir still put as much effort into saying it correctly as he could. It was a small gesture, but he wanted to make sure she knew that he could say her name too.

"And now... I will do everything to you... just like you asked... and even more still..." with those words uttered, Thanrir placed a long, drawn out lick against Nou's neck, moving up to her ear to release a warm puff of air from his nostrils into it, before placing 'kisses' down her collarbone, the kisses themselves being small, gentle nips of the sorceress' flawless skin with his teeth and ever so often a nuzzle from his snout. When he reached the valley of Nou's breasts, though, Thanrir switched to licks as he hungrily attacked one of her erect, salmon colored nipples, one of his hands moving down to fondle the free one, doing his best to not be too aggressive while still indulging himself. It wouldn't surprise the Gnoll if he found himself growing addicted to the taste of the sorceress' skin now that he'd got a sample. She tasted like exotic wildflowers mixed with a special something that he couldn't even hope to place. And that was just his skin, he also noted. If the smell almost overwhelming his sensitive nostrils was anything to go by, the taste of Nou's essence would be even more amazing than this.

The thought alone made Thanrir growl against the sorceress' fair skin, his attention moving downward from her firm, supple chest. Down her smooth stomach and hips he trailed a path, much like what his member had done not long ago, until he reached his goal. Before him was the pink folds of Nou's flower, and as he peered at it, Thanrir could feel saliva starting to build up at the prospect of what was to come.

"Tell me you want this..." he said quietly, leaning in to place a lick up the sorceress' inner thigh, not close enough to her core to bring the pleasure he could tell she sought, but close enough for him to taste the juices streaming out from her sex, his desire to get more from the source only growing when his taste buds were assaulted by Nou's heavenly sweet taste. "Tell me what you want me to do... and I will do everything..."

Gently, the Gnoll blew on her dripping folds, fighting the increasingly powerful urge to just begin his feast until he got an answer. He wanted to know what Nou's desire was right now.

Nou watched with eager eyes as Thanrir stripped before her. His breastplate was gone in a flash. He shredded the shirt beneath it. Everything was gone, save for his greaves and belt. Oddly enough, she liked the way he looked like this. Naked and hard, clothed with only a belt and leg armor. No chance she was going to object as his lusty eyes drank in her beautiful form. She sighed as he gently took her face between his furry hands, his nose pressing into her neck as he inhaled her again before growling his name to her. She chuckled darkly, cementing the name into her mind as he savored her sweet scent. His tongue lapped at her neck as he promised to do as she asked. Her body trembled at the hot wetness that trailed up to her ear, followed by the heat of his breath.

She moaned at the gentle nips he placed on her, trailing all the way down to her luscious breasts. Her voice grew louder as his tongue lapped at her nipple while one of his hands played with her other breast, arching her back in pleasure and encouraging him to do more.

”Oh Gods…yes…” she panted, savoring every eager lap of his tongue as he tasted her. ”Mmm…Thanrir…so good…”

She felt a tremor of pleasure as he growled against her. So animalistic…and she loved it. His tongue ventured lower and lower until he reached her pretty pink pussy. She spread her thighs as he gazed upon it, giving him a good view and letting his nostrils be assaulted with the sweet scent of her arousal. She licked her lips as she saw him begin to drool. She arched an eyebrow at his demand, only to let out another loud moan as his tongue trailed up her inner thigh, making her tremble with need. He was toying with her, now. Oh, how the tables had turned! Her eager slit grew wetter before his eyes, her petals glistening with her essence. She giggled as he demanded her to tell him what she wanted, only to feel her muscles clench as he blew his breath against her.

”You…” she finally managed to breathe. ”I want…your tongue…licking me. Filling me…I want to feel that tongue on every inch of me…” She took a second to glance down at him, his shaggy head between her smooth, supple thighs, looking every bit as excited as she felt. ”Everywhere…from between my legs, to my face, even to my toes.”

As she finished, she lifted her legs to loosely wrap around his strong neck, gently pulling him closer to her.

”I want you…to enjoy my body, as I will enjoy yours,” she continued. ”Don’t make me wait, too long, Thanrir…I need this…”

Feeling the small weight of Nou's long, defined legs settle on his shoulders, pulling him even closer to her dripping sex, Thanrir grinned a feral grin, his eyes locking with hers as he spoke up, "Your wish... is my command..."

With those words uttered, the Gnoll bridged the small gap between his snout and Nou's folds, placing a long, wide lick on her pink petals, slowly dragging his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top, making sure to not press too hard on the sorceress' visibly erect clit lest she fall victim to an orgasm before he had finished tasting her. His hands settled on Nou's wide hips as he began to slowly lap at her golds, creating a slow rhythm, each lap rewarding him with both an exclamation of pleasure from the sorceress and more of her sweet, addictive nectar. Even now, Thanrir could tell he was never going to tire of this taste, he'd spend his time between Nou's legs for as long as she wanted as long as she rewarded him with this. A growl made its way from his throat, making his frame rumble against the supple thighs resting comfortably around his neck, as the desire for more of the sorceress' exotic juices built inside the Gnoll warrior.

Thanrir was unsure about Nou's past sexual experience, though that was of course obvious, but he highly doubted she'd been with another Gnoll before. In fact, deep down, he actually kind of hoped that was the case, even if even he himself felt it was petty in a way. Something primal within his chest wanted him to be the first of his kind that brought pleasure to this immensely beautiful woman. He wanted to be the first one who showed her just what a Gnoll could do with his body when it came to matters of mating and providing pleasure. It was almost... territorial.

Deciding that thinking about such a thing would be better left to after he'd left her satisfied, Thanrir returned his full attention to his tongue's movements against Nou's wet sex. Since this was his first time with a human female, he was not completely sure exactly where all of the small places that made immense pleasure turn into mindblowing, aside from the clit, but Thanrir didn't let this stop him as he stopped his rhythmic lapping for the briefest of moments before he gently started to push his long, canine tongue into Nou's folds, finding her entrance quickly. When he couldn't push himself inside the sorceress any deeper, the walls around his tongue feeling far tighter than any Gnoll female he had ever mated with, Thanrir began to move the long muscle in a way he hoped would feel good while he intentionally brushed his teeth gently against her clit. From side to side, up and down, and even in and out, he explored with his tongue, savoring the taste that the deepest parts of Nou's pussy held, hunting for that illustrious spot he recalled brought Gnoll females to the edge orgasm.

By the Gods. This Gnoll…he was no joke. That wicked grin from hi fanged maw, the growling voice. It excited Nou. His tongue, however, nearly drove her wild in the first lick. Long and wide, hot and wet. The moment he made contact, she let out a loud moan and threw her head back onto the soft mattress. Sparks of pleasure jolted through her nerves, already making her toes curl and her fingers grip the sheets tightly. She was no stranger to the company of men. But she had only ever been with humans that had been foolhardy enough to wander into her hut unannounced. She used them for all they were worth then…well, got rid of them one way or another. They never really made her feel phenomenal. Thanrir was different. He may not have known how to please a human woman, but he certainly behaved like he did!

Yes, Thanrir was, indeed, her first Gnoll. None had ever crossed her path before, yet she had heard stories of them. Feral tribes that took what they wanted. Some stories claimed that they abducted human women for their enjoyment, but from what she understood now, that wasn’t common. It didn't matter. The Gnoll that licked and growled between her legs would take her places she never imagined before, literally and figuratively. She grinded her hips against his tongue and muzzle, enjoying the feeling of his tongue, the fur of his snout, even the slick sharpness of his fangs. She moaned louder and louder as he worked on her, her chest heaving as her breaths went deeper and deeper, her luscious breasts bouncing with each motion.

Suddenly, that glorious tongue of his slipped inside her, parting her tender petals to explore her passage. Her body tensed as she gasped at this, her muscles feeling as though they were pinching as he gave her this exquisite pleasure. His tongue alone stretched her a little, exceeding the sizes of men that preceded him. Feeling his fangs gently bear down on her clitoris brought a louder moan, her inner walls beginning to clench around the hot wet muscle that continued to explore her.

”Oh Gods…Thanrir…more…I need more…” she panted, only to have her wish granted. The spot he searched for, that wonderful bundle of nerves…his tongue not only found it, but lavished it. Her entire body tensed again, her thighs clenching on either side of his shaggy head while her pussy threatened to spasm into climax. Her moans grew to a fevered pitch as she reached her hands to her breasts, roughly kneading them and tweaking her nipples as he enjoyed his feast. Her pussy flowed her sweet, succulent arousal onto his greedy tongue and into his maw, soaking the fur of his snout and allowing her feminine scent to dominate the air he breathed. ”Th-Thanrir! I’m going to…oh Gods!”

She tightly shut her eyes, trying to fight her orgasm back, but his tongue…it was so adept. She couldn’t hold back any longer, letting out a cry of ecstasy as she reached her peak. Her seed now surged from her, impossibly sweet and delectable, even more so than he originally tasted from her. Yet as she came, her passage still twitching and clenching around his tongue, she knew this wasn’t enough…no, she needed him to claim her as his. She needed it badly, especially now.

When Thanrir felt Nou's already tight insides tighten even more around his dexterous tongue, he knew that he'd found what he was looking for. The sorceress' moans of pleasure, her voice calling out his name, her heavenly body writhing underneath him... it all created a sensation within the Gnoll warrior that he'd never felt before. Providing pleasure to someone, even the act of mating itself had never felt this... good. The taste, the sounds, the pleasure, it was all enhanced somehow. Thanrir suspected that this maybe had to do with Nou being a sorceress, but as he continued his assault on her tightening insides, guided only by her wondrous exclamations of bliss, that theory began to feel... wrong. There was something else about this woman that was special, somehow he felt as if he knew that, and considering how good it felt exploring these new sensations, Thanrir was looking forward to finding out more. Both about Nou, and maybe human females in general, even if the idea of mating with a human other than the sorceress didn't sound that tempting. At least not in comparison.

The Gnoll listened intently to Nou as she moaned at his tongue's movements, practically begging for more, and when she began to announce that she was going to reach her limit soon, Thanrir felt more spurred on than ever at the prospect of getting to taste even more of the sorceress' juices.

When she finally came, she did so into his waiting mouth, the new, but still distinctly Nou taste of her cum making Thanrir recoil slightly from the 'strength' of it. He hadn't been fully prepared for the sorceress' cum to be this strong, but nonetheless he enjoyed every drop of it that found its wait down his throat. Slowly, even as she was still bathing in the afterglow of her orgasm, he pulled his long tongue from Nou's folds, making sure to drag it along her insides while he did so both to give her more pleasure and to gather as much of her juices on his tongue as he could. His snout and jaw were slick with her arousal, and Thanrir took care as he ran his tongue around his mouth to not let any of Nou's nectar go to waste.

Between his powerful, furred legs, his erection stood harder than ever, still slightly moist from Nou's saliva, and as he stood up from in between her legs, letting them fall off his shoulders down to his sides, Thanrir couldn't help but feel the same as the sorceress, albeit unknowingly. He was far from satisfied, and he could only hope that Nou would feel the same as he leaned down over her still panting form, one of his hands trailing down her body, between the valley of her breasts, over her flat, lightly toned stomach, and her still leaking pussy, while his other helped support his leaned down position. If it turned out that Nou didn't want this, the Gnoll didn't know what he would do. He wasn't even sure if he could actually stop himself at this point, and even if he managed that he had no idea how he would deal with all the pent up lust and desire running rampant within his veins.

Gripping his cock in his hand, his eyes looking down on Nou's still immensely beautiful features, Thanrir pushed his head against her folds, the small amount of pleasure this action alone caused making him growl gently. He didn't want to go slow, he wanted to fuck Nou hard right now, but he would contain himself until he was sure she could handle it. Gnoll and human biology were very different after all, they were certainly never meant to mix, and warrior wasn't sure if the sorceress would be, well, durable enough to take him entirely. Though, he really hoped she would be. Because, as he pushed more of his massive length inside her, slowly stretching her walls as inch after inch of meat entered in between them, Thanrir knew he couldn't stop himself anymore.

Nou had done something to him, and he liked it too much to stop now.

This was more pleasure than Nou had expected to experience. Thanrir was beyond amazing compared to the men she had wasted her time with in the past. His long, wide tongue…and attentive actions. It was a wonder that his pack didn’t have females crawling all over him. But then, she didn’t know how Gnolls typically mated. Perhaps he was only like this with her. The idea made her feel a swell of pride, knowing that she could very well be responsible for him trying things like this. Her body shook and trembled as she reeled from her orgasm, shuddering even more as his tongue slithered out of her body, making sure to leave no surface within her untouched. Once he was out, she let out a gasping breath, panting heavily as she tried to get her head back on straight.

She wanted…no, she needed more of him. She needed him to claim her like she imagined a feral beast would claim his mate. Her eyes fluttered open, watching as his tongue lapped at his muzzle. She could see the glistening on his fur that was her cum. She could see the look in his eyes…he liked what he tasted. She bit her lip, grinning as he stood up, revealing his massive length to her once more. She spread her legs wide, then lifted her right leg to rest on his left shoulder. It wasn’t necessary, but she knew from experience that this would make her passage even tighter. Besides that, it didn’t hurt to show him how…flexible she could be. A soft moan left her luscious lips as his furred hand traveled between her breasts all the way to her quivering and still quite needy pussy. As he leaned over her, almost symbolically laying his claim on her in this manner, she gazed into his eyes again as if drawn in by the animalistic lust that burned in them.

She had no intention of stopping him. At one time, she was curious about what sleeping with a Gnoll would be like. Now that he was within her grasp and between her slender legs, there was no chance she would quit now.

He was big. No doubt about that. As he slowly entered her, stretching out her tight walls, she arched her back towards him, her mouth gaping open as she let out a very loud moan. The intensity of the pleasure mixing with the dull pain of her body accommodating his girth and length…it was a heady cocktail of sensations, and by the Gods she didn’t want it to stop. Her toes curled as she felt him burrow deeper inside her, his thickness hitting every nerve inside her that told her he doing everything right. He met with no resistance inside her, his shaft aided by her slick arousal, urged on by her heat and the gentle quivering of her tunnel around him, caressing down his length.

”F…fu….Thanrir…” she panted breathlessly, rotating her hips to stir his shaft inside her, her body feeling as though electric shocks of pure ecstasy surged through her flesh. ”…so good….so….huge…!”

His fears of her durability might have been prudent with a normal woman, but with Nou…she could handle him. Though Nou was not much for physical combat, her body could handle her carnal desires, the need to be satisfied by the alpha Gnoll. Her other leg wrapped around his waist, weakly tugging at him as if to draw him in further, somehow. She reached her hands to her breasts once more, resuming the squeezing and tweaking once more, imagining his hands on her, yet also presenting them to him. She wanted him to know that every inch of her belonged to him…just as every inch of him belonged to her.

”Th-Thanrir…” she gasped, her body straining as though to keep her from reaching another climax so quickly. ”Fuck me…take me hard. I know you want to…and by the Gods, I need you to…”

Her eyes shot open to stare deeply into his again, her violet irises burning with desire.

”This body is yours…claim me. Make me beg…make me scream…”

"Nou..." Thanrir breathed out lowly, panting slightly as he gazed down into the brilliant, violet eyes of the sorceress, the desire and lust shining within them only making his own golden ones become more filled with those emotions too. He continued to bury his inhumanly large member within her, the tight caresses of her womanhood's walls feeling better than any other Gnoll female he had mated with in the past. Nou was far tighter, more firm and supple than any of them, regardless of age, yet her human appearance still made Thanrir feel as if she was more delicate too. Delicate, and immensely beautiful, almost like a piece of art, one that he didn't want to break, whether it be accidentally or purposely.

Thanrir's fears were eased, however, as he felt the head of his shaft push up against what he figured was Nou's womb, the entirety of his manhood buried inside her folds now, stretching her walls beyond what a normal human could take, and yet the sorceress had shown no emotion other than pleasure so far. The Gnoll was impressed, just like he had felt when he'd watched her take all of him inside her throat not too long ago. He was quickly starting to realize that there were far more advantages to having a powerful witch as a mate than just having someone around that could conjure up things.

Slowly, just to make sure Nou wouldn't object, he pulled himself out of her pussy, the sensations assaulting his member feeling just as good as what he'd experienced entering the sorceress. When only the head of his cock remained inside her, Thanrir thrust forward with more than enough force to completely bury himself inside Nou once more, one of his hands taking hold of the leg she'd rested against his shoulder as he leaned forward to take one of the breasts presented to him inside his maw, his tongue quickly finding the salmon peak atop it. "Nou...!" Thanrir growled once again against her breast, albeit louder this time, as he pulled his hips back and thrust into the sorceress again, creating a slowly building rhythm that made the fire of lust and pleasure inside him that already burned for Nou resemble an inferno with its intensity.

The bed creaked and shook underneath them as the sorceress was taken by the powerful Gnoll, their sounds of bliss mixing together in a song of passion. Nou's loud moans with Thanrir's pants and growls.

"If all humans feel this good," Thanrir panted out, removing his tongue from Nou's breast only for a moment to speak before the long, pink muscle was lapping and nipping at her mounds again, "Then I think I've been a fool for avoiding mating with you all-!" He was interrupted as he groaned loudly, the climax he'd been building towards ever since Nou had first taken him into her mouth getting closer and closer as the pace of his thrusts increased even more. The smells and sounds of sex relentlessly attacked both his nose and ears, the heady scent of Nou's arousal and the slightly pungent smell of their combined sweat joining inside his nostrils as the dull, but wet slapping of their hips slamming together joined with his growls and her moans inside his ears.

Never in his lide had Thanrir felt so aroused, and he wanted to show that arousal in all its white, sticky glory to Nou.

Nou was very grateful for her unusual fantasies about Gnolls, her ‘unnatural’ desire to be taken by one. The human men she’d been with…absolutely worthless by comparison. She continued to moan and writhe beneath the furred warrior as he filled her up with his long, thick meat. Her tight passage strained to accommodate his size, but her resilient body soldiered on, relishing in each moment. Nou’s mouth gaped open as she panted and moaned along with him, her toes curling as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her senses. It wasn’t long before he had completely sheathed himself inside her, the head of his shaft pressing firmly against her womb, making her body tremble as her voice grew higher in pitch from the pleasure of it all.

”Oh Gods…Thanrir…!” she cried out as he slowly began to pull out of her, her supple breast seized by his eager maw. Her skin tingled where his clawed hands grasped at her leg and where his tongue lavished her now quite erect nipple. The wet sounds of her sex along with their moans and panting filled the hut, emanating outwards for the others of his pack to hear. A shameless display of passion that Nou rather enjoyed, though Thanrir might not. She bucked her hips against his as much as she could, letting out a shaky sigh as he growled her name against her bosom, making her very core vibrate from his bestial voice. ”Mmm…harder, Thanrir…”

She encouraged him to thrust harder, to suck harder…anything he wanted. She couldn’t hide a pleased giggle as he spoke, pausing to lick at her breasts. She wrapped her arms around the back of his shaggy head as she pulled herself to him, placing a soft kiss on his wet nose before placing another between his amber eyes, her fingers sinking through his fur to gently caress his head and the back of his neck.

”Maybe…” she purred, referring to the idea of him being a fool for not taking other human women in the past. ”But most humans are…fragile. They wouldn’t be woman enough for you…Besides, I might get jealous if you pursue another woman.”

That was the truth. Though this was a partnership that would benefit both her and his pack, Nou didn’t want to share. Especially not now. No, Thanrir’s shaft belonged to her, and her womanhood belonged to him, as far as he was concerned. Perhaps she would reconsider later, once she wasn’t in the throes of ecstasy. Most men fantasized about having multiple women in their bed, and perhaps Thanrir would be no different. For a moment, she could see him practically salivating at the thought of having two naked beauties waiting for him on a bed of silken sheets, their bodies entwined as they eagerly awaited him to pounce on them and indulge his lust. The brief fantasy caused a sharp pang of pleasure inside her, making her arch her back into him, further pushing her luscious breasts against his furry face as she let out a nearly breathless moan.

Her grip around his head tightened a bit as her entire body tensed. Her eyes tightly shut as she felt the waves of an orgasm pulsing through her, her narrow tunnel convulsing around his throbbing meat, caressing him tightly all the way to the base as he thrust inside her more and more. She fought it off as long as she could, but soon, she broke. With a loud cry of his name, she came. Her pussy clenched tightly around his shaft, dousing his rod with her feminine seed that leaked out around him and onto the rickety bed. Her fingers tightened in his fur, unintentionally pulling a bit, but it was far from painful. She could hear him growling in her ear as his thrusts picked up in pace, riding through her orgasm and dragging it out. He then slammed into her, fully to the hilt. His cock unleashed his hot, sticky load, filling her passage with his cream. It mingled with her own, flowing out to join the puddle they had already made on the mattress.

Soon, her grip relented, though her body continued to tremble in ecstasy. Her body glistened with sweat, her breasts even more so from Thanrir’s attention. A smile on her face as she reeled from the delirious pleasure she had received from the Gnoll.

”That was…amazing…” she panted, lazily lifting her hand to idly stroke through Thanrir’s fur. ”I’ll be your mate, Thanrir…I’ll serve your pack well. Take me from this place, protect me, take me like this…and soon everything you all could hope for will be in your grasp.”

Her eyes half-opened as she gazed into his eyes again, licking her lips as she already began to contemplate the next time she would have him ravage her.

”I do hope your pack won’t object.”

Truth to be told, it had been some time since Thanrir had known the touch of a female, Gnoll or other, his more bestial cravings left unsatisfied for long enough to make the orgasm he shared with Nou one of the strongest in his life. His body shuddered above the sorceress, her moans and the fingers he felt digging into his rough fur only making him want to ravage her harder before he succumbed to his own release, but as soon as Nou's walls clenched around him he couldn't fight back any longer. To Thanrir, it felt like his blood had been replaced by liquid magma, pleasure and a certain, special heat flooding all his senses as he released all the built up tension in his body, shooting several thick ropes of cum deep into Nou's insides while what sounded like a howl made its way out of his throat.

For a moment, all the Gnoll's senses were overridden by sheer pleasure, his head leaving the earth behind as it soared among the heavens for a few glorious, mind-melting seconds, and then he was suddenly back in Nou's hut and his body felt like it weighed ten times more than normal. His lack of release for such a long while made this take a lot more out of him than usual, and the packmaster suspected, as his head returned to his body, that should this, hopefully, happen again his stamina would be less quickly drained.

It was only vaguely that Thanrir could feel the sorceress' grip on him lessen, at least until his golden eyes opened and he could look down upon the, in his mind, goddess of beauty laid out before him, dark hair that had become undone at some point fanned out beneath her, and with her chest covered in his saliva from where he had licked and nipped at it. A few ragged pants left his maw as he slowly regained his bearings, his tongue lolling out of his mouth instinctively for a moment. He'd expected pleasure, but this was far more than what he could have ever prepared for.

While his strength slowly but surely returned, Thanrir was left with enjoying the sensation of his ears being filled by the wonderful sound of Nou's voice and while her fingers ran through his fur, an action that he gladly leaned into. He listened to her speak for a moment before her brilliant eyes opened and he had to fight to not get lost in them, but her still her last words made the Gnoll laugh.

"Those worm-brained idiots wouldn't dare," he said quietly, a grin pulling at his beastly features. "They don't have the last say in who does or doesn't join the pack, only I do, and if they have anything against you coming with us then they'll have to go through me first. A pack-leader defends his own after all, especially if their mate is involved. I don't doubt for a moment that you're going to be a great addition to our ranks."

After his body felt recovered enough, the Gnoll warrior rose from his hunched over position, throwing a glance towards one of the windows of the hut from where he could hear the sounds of his men barking about becoming restless. He wasn't exactly in a hurry to go back and join them, but he also knew how annoying they would be to deal with if they were forced to wait much longer, and while Thanrir was in a far better mood than before after filling his stomach and making a deal with Nou, he didn't look forward the prospect of his pack yapping at him until they made camp. It was with some reluctance that he stood up completely from Nou's bed, looking around for where his armor had ended up.

"We should get a move on if we wish to make it out of this forest before nightfall," he said to the sorceress with some clear regret entering his voice, though it swiftly disappeared as he was reminded of something Nou had said while they were joined. "And do not worry yourself, I think our partnership will let me explore everything about humans, or more precisely sorceresses, that I could ever want. I would never want to make my mate feel jealous after all."

That was, by far, the most exciting moment in Nou’s life. And thanks to her deal with Thanrir, she had no doubt that she would experience so much more. She savored the howl he let out as he came inside her, taking great pride that her tight body could make even a Gnoll cry out in ecstasy. She was a bit amused by his panting once he finished inside her, letting his bestial eyes take in all of her beauty. Her eyes fell on his tongue…that glorious tongue. Though she was certain Gnolls didn’t know how to kiss like humans did, the notion did intrigue her. She sat up briefly, her own tongue sliding out to glide along his, going far enough to even lick one of his sharp fangs. She then kissed his nose.

She was relieved that he seemed very confident in his skills as a leader. Surely his pack wouldn’t turn on him for taking a human as his mate. If they did…well…she could let him kill them or she could use magic on them to make them more…receptive. Regardless, she grinned back at him as he stood back up, his glorious body on full display once more. She licked her lips.

”Mmm…slowly, Thanrir…I don’t want to miss a minute,” she teased, watching him eagerly as he got dressed, only to shrug when he suggested they start moving soon. ”Alright, then. I’m sure we can find someplace safe by nightfall. If not, my magic is at your service.”

She stood up from the bed, retrieving her clothes by bending at the waist, letting Thanrir get a good look at her shapely rear before slowly straightening her back and getting dressed. She paused for a moment.

”Thanrir...it occurs to me that I haven’t heard any female Gnolls in your pack,” she piped in, suddenly. It was true, she hadn’t noticed any. And while she didn’t want competition with Thanrir, she had a feeling the other Gnolls were likely just as pent-up as he had been. ”If you like, when we have a chance, I can try and find some nearby.”

With that, she grabbed her bags, tossing in her crystal ball from earlier and hauled them out. The bags may have held a great deal, but magic made them much lighter. She joined Thanrir outside, standing before his pack a bit disheveled from their bout of sex. She had expected them to be glaring at her or even growling. Instead, they seemed fairly relaxed around her, though some did appear to be snickering amongst themselves, no doubt smelling the pungent aroma of sex that still lingered on her heated flesh.

”Well…Master Thanrir, where are we off to?”

Nou's further display of her flexibility as she bent over to collect her clothes was one that Thanrir both enjoyed immensely yet simultaneously dreaded. Every curve of the gorgeous sorceress' body seemed to call to him, begging for his touch, and while the Gnoll thought the sight was fantastic in its own right, he had to fight against himself to not pounce on Nou once more and begin negotiating with her until they were both too tired to move, at which point his pack would most likely have left them behind.

Shaking his head both to rid himself of the thoughts, though imprinting the image of Nou's firm, supple rear deep within his memories among a myriad of other mental pictures of the sorceress, Thanrir armored up again, taking only a moment to give the ripped remains of his a slightly annoyed look. Even with his fur protecting him, his heavy armor was quite uncomfortable without any layers separating the tough metal from his skin. He chose not to dwell on it though, instead walking out of the small hut with Nou only steps behind him while contemplating her suggestion.

Thanrir knew his pack could use the stress relief that mating provided, it had done wonders for him after all, but he chose to make it a secondary priority after finding someplace to sleep. With full stomachs, his pack could finally get a good nights rest, and after that their leader would make sure their urges would be handled... as long as none suggested they could 'share' Nou. Because that was completely out of the question, and Thanrir wouldn't hesitate to give a 'demonstration' to remind his pack what happens when another Gnoll tries to lay with their chosen mate.

With his thoughts returning to mates again, though, the warrior was reminded of something else.

The feeling of Nou's smaller tongue running across his, as well as the kisses she had placed both upon his nose and forehead. It was something Thanrir had never thought about before, but now that he'd experienced it he couldn't stop his mind from replaying it over and over in the background. Gnoll's licked each other frequently, regardless of whether the moment was sexual or not, but he had never heard of humans doing something like it. Though, the warrior also knew that after sleeping with Nou he had learned plenty of new things about both humans and sorceresses alike.

The Gnoll warriors that made up Thanrir's pack stood ready when their leader existed the hut, and Thanrir himself took note of the ones looking at Nou with gazes that suggested they also wanted a piece of her.

"Listen up, you walking bags of scabs, from this point forward we're going to have a new member among our pack. Nou the sorceress. She's proven her usefulness to me already and therefore I don't want to hear any whining out of any of you," he barked loudly, unaware that the sorceress at his side could understand what he was saying to his pack. "She'll be sharing a tent with me, so don't bother complaining about getting less living space, and I also want to make one thing clear..." reaching out with one of his hands, Thanrir tugged Nou as gently as he could manage to his side, resting his hand on her hip while still looking out over his pack, "If any of you so much as think about touching her like Murrow suggested before, then you'll be expelled from the pack. That's the rule we've always had regarding mates, you all know that, and as such I, Thanrir Bloodfang, hereby declare Nou as my mate! She is mine as I am hers!" The large Gnoll warrior finished his tirade by stamping one of his paws hard against the forest floor, extenuating the claim he had just laid upon Nou.

A few snickers still moved about the pack even after Thanrir's declaration, though they clearly weren't once that should cause worry. Most of them were merely about jokes told at Thanrir's expense about him already being Nou's attack hound. One of the Gnoll's that stood closest to Thanrir and Nou stepped forward after a moment, giving the sorceress a curt nod of acknowledgement, before focusing on his leader.

"I took the liberty of ordering the boys to pack up the meat while you were... occupied, boss, so we're ready to go as soon as you give the command, he barked with a 'voice' even deeper than Thanrir's, his one good eyes shifting to look at Nou only for a moment.

"Good. Glad I can count on you, Drax. Tell the muts we're heading out immidiately towards the Crag basin. We're spending the night there," Thanrir replied before turning to Nou, letting Drax go to begin wrangling up the pack. "You'll be staying with me when we make camp," he said, speaking now instead of barking. "The place we're going to is called Crag basin and it's a fair trek away from here. When the pack travels we do so by running, and though I suspect you have some trick to help you, unaided you wouldn't be able to keep pace with us. If you wish, I could carry you on my back there, so that you may save magic?"

As he finished speaking, Thanrir let his chestplate fall to the ground before he lowered himself down into a crouch, presenting his powerful back to the sorceress, his newly freed muscles rippling underneath his skin as he readied himself for the run ahead.

Nou waited patiently as Thanrir addressed his pack, standing at his side while listening to his speech. He wasn’t one to mince words, clearly. Very dominant and strong-willed. She couldn’t hide a small grin when he addressed her as their newest packmate, letting out a small contented sigh as he possessively pulled her to his side, his clawed hand gripping her hip gently. Her grin grew wider as he openly claimed her as his mate, already imagining scenarios in which they would share his tent. She wasn’t sure what he was used to as a Gnoll, but she certainly wanted to see how…adventurous he could be.

Though Nou also noticed the mocking behavior among Thanrir’s pack, she ignored it in favor of observing the Gnoll that stepped forward, nodding back at him. She was impressed at how organized they could be. Most stories simply described Gnoll packs as savage and bloodthirsty, thriving on mindless violence.

She turned to Thanrir as he spoke to her in the common tongue, smiling and nodding as he informed her where she would be staying.

”I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she purred, letting her eyes bore into his as he went on. Though she had never been to the Crag Basin, she had a decent idea of where it was. Sadly, that was all. She was surprised at his suggestion, but wasn’t opposed. ”I hate to inconvenience you, but you’re right. It may be better for me to conserve my magic for the time being.”

That…wasn’t the only reason she was so willing. The idea of riding on his broad, powerful back as they dashed towards their destination? Sounded exciting. She watched as he stripped out of his armor and crouched down. Another Gnoll started to grab at her bags, but she halted him for a moment.

”Be sure and place his armor in the bag. We can’t leave it behind,” she said, using the Gnoll language, in part to surprise Thanrir. The Gnoll did as commanded, though at first skeptically, not imagining there was room for more inside. And yet, as he slipped the breastplate inside, it fit perfectly, and the weight of the bag was still impossibly light. He looked at her in surprise as she mounted Thanrir’s back with a grin. ”Relax. It’s only magic.”

She eased herself down, feeling Thanrir’s spine press firmly at the apex between her legs. She inhaled sharply biting her lip as she leaned forward, grasping his shoulders with her hands while her legs tightened around him. She was very light for his strength, hardly a hindrance in that regard. Yet even now, her womanhood was growing hot and wet again, having failed to slip on undergarments. Before they set off, Nou waved her hands around to the woods that surrounded them. With loud creaking, the tree trunks bended to form a path, the wicked thorns receded, and the poisonous plants shriveled up harmlessly. And with that, they were off, darting across the plains in search of the Crag Basin.

Nou was having a hard time keeping her composure, feeling his rippling muscles between her legs as he ran. The rush of the air blowing her hair back was…exciting! She hadn’t been particularly mobile most of her life, choosing to move only when it suited her, and it was always either on foot or by teleporting herself. It was all such a rush, she couldn’t hold back the occasional genuine, carefree laugh. After a while, she decided she would do better for the pack to stay alert, in case something came for them as they ran. Should a threat emerge, her spells could give them an advantage at a long range.

So far, nothing. She leaned down to Thanrir’s ear. ”How much further? I’m not complaining, mind you, just curious. I’ve never been this far.”

Frankly, she didn’t care if they ran all the way until nightfall. Thanrir’s flexing muscles grinding against her bare womanhood was more than satisfactory.

Just like she had predicted, hearing Nou being able to produce the very distinct and, for a normal human, difficult barking sounds that made up the Gnoll language was a shock to Thanrir, though it was very much a welcome surprise. While her tone wasn't as beastial as a real Gnoll, he was nonetheless very impressed that she managed to speak his own tongue at all. Never before had he heard a non-beast speak with such fluency. By now, the warrior started to suspect Nou would never cease to impress and amaze him with every one of her numerous talents, both magical and bodily, that was reveal to him.

When she mounted him, Thanrir felt a warmth spread throughout his body that he thoroughly enjoyed, the sensation of the soft skin of the sorceress' legs pressing against his sides while her hands gripped his fur bringing him satisfaction in a way he had never experienced before. To him, it almost felt intimate in a way, the origin of the warmth clearly being Nou's, to him, goddess-like body, but for now he decided that it was better to focus on the run ahead rather than this feeling traveling through his limbs. Though he made sure to savor a little bit more before he gave the order to set off.

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Thanrir had missed this. The feeling of travelling seemingly faster than the wind. For too long his pack had been weak and hungry, leading to their journeys having been far shorter than he wished and far more painful, but now they were back to what they had once been. Energy and adrenaline coursed through the Gnoll's powerful body, invigorating his previously tired muscles as he lead his pack across the plains that covered the landscape between Nou's forest and Crag Basin. However, the biggest source of excitement to him came from the woman riding on his back. Feeling her clutch herself tightly against his back, hearing her melodic laughter caress his ears, and the lingering warmth that her mere touch seemed to bring to his mind made Thanrir feel like this was the greatest journey of his life, despite how short it was in comparison to those he and his pack had done before. He almost didn't want it to end, he wanted Nou to stay on his back as he ran across the open wilderness for as long as possible, but even now he could see the sun beginning its decent on the horizon. One odd thing he did notice, as his muscles moved against the sorceress' luscious thighs, was a strange sensation of wetness on his upper back, just below where the junction of Nou's legs met his spine. Just what the wet feeling was, he didn't know, though for some reason he felt as if it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

Hearing the sorceress ask him how much longer they would have to travel, Thanrir turned his head slightly backwards so that he could have excuse for getting the pleasure of having his eyes roam over her flawless features once more. He really couldn't get enough of her.

"Crag basin is just beyond those hills over there," he barked, not trusting his tongue to speak common while he was running this fast, while gesturing with his head towards the horizon where the aforementioned hills could be seen, large, sharp rock formations distinguishing from any other hills she might have seen on their trek. "It's just a little further."

Thanrir didn't lie, as when they passed through the jutting pillars of rock only a few minutes later, Crag basin, in all its far stretching, iron rich glory, laid before the pack. To people like them, mercenaries and Gnolls especially, these parts were no-mans-land, a place where everyone could stay for a night or two without risking staying in someone else's territory, even though parts of the basin were officially owned by rich elves or dwarfs who wanted to take advantage of the bountiful amounts of iron in the lands.

As his men started to unpack and raise the tents they would be sleeping in, Thanrir made his way over to a slightly more secluded spot up on a rise overlooking the rest of the impromptu camp. Bonfires were quickly set alight as the sky began to darken above them, and it brought relief and satisfaction to the packmaster seeing his men relaxing without the fangs of hunger constantly gnawing at them. He didn't take long to watch them, though, before motioning for Nou to dismount him, lowering himself as low to the ground as he could manage to make it easier for her out of pure instinct. Once he was standing at his full height once more, his muscles slightly sore from the unuse their hunger had caused them, Thanrir gave the sorceress a lookover to make sure she hadn't gotten hurt on their journey or something like that. It was then that he realized just what the wet patch of fur on his back was because of as he saw a glimpse of Nou's supple thighs and the sheen of moisture her arousal had caused. Then another thought struck him, one that made him grin as he swiftly and efficiently set up his own tent and lead his new mate inside.

'With no underclothes, she must have felt every step I took during our run... she was rubbing against my back the whole trip...' Thanrir thought with a mental chuckle as he showed Nou the insides of his humble 'abode', his nose picking up the sweet, addictive scent of her arousal. 'She's going to need some help...'

Without saying a word, the Gnoll silently approached the sorceress from behind, dropping what was left of his armor onto the skins laid out on the ground that served as his bed. The only thing he kept was his loincloth strapped to his belt, though it didn't hide much as his rapidly hardening member created a very noticeable tent in it. Only when he was stood directly behind Nou, almost towering over her smaller form, did Thanrir make a sound. A lusty growl made its way from his throat, making his chest rumble as his closed his arms around Nou, his snout burrowing into her neck to take in a whiff of that scent he'd found he adored so much while his hands landed on her sizable chest, giving her large, malleable breasts a firm squeeze to gauge her reaction.

"You're aroused... I can smell it..." he half whispered, half purred into her neck, nibbling lightly on delectable skin as one of his hands moved to open up her kimono while the other continued to gently pull and push her irresistible breast, "And it wouldn't do for a warrior to let his mate go unsatisfied..."

When Thanrir turned his head, speaking in his native tongue to fill her in on the distance, Nou couldn’t hide her smile. Though most in the realms would find it strange that a human would find a ‘beast’ like Thanrir attractive, she most certainly did. Especially when she knew what he was capable of in bed. Her eyes followed his gesture, looking to the hills with the rocky towers jutting out from the earth. Not exactly a subtle entrance, but whatever worked was fine with her. As they raced on, Nou continued to feel the heat between her legs rising steadily. While part of her imagined Thanrir might be turned on if he noticed it, another part of her wondered if he would be more annoyed that her body needed his attention again so soon. He was the leader of a pack, after all. As much as she wanted him, he did have other duties besides attending to her carnal desires.

Soon enough, just as he said, they arrived at the Basin after rushing between the stony columns. Nou noticed a few of the Gnolls had gotten a bit playful as they arrived, running around the pillars and chasing each other, growling and snarling. It was all in good fun, however; no bites, scratches, or blows. They seemed to be enjoying themselves quite a bit, now. Was it because of the meal she had provided them?

The Basin itself had limited plantlife. Mostly patches of grass, small shrubs, and a few trees dotted the landscape. The earth was reddish here, no doubt because of the iron deposits. They ventured in deeper and deeper until they seemed to find the ‘perfect spot’. More or less level with a perch overlooking the area a bit. The Gnolls wasted no time working to get their tents pitched and a fire started. The Gnoll that had carried her bags—and was still a bit baffled at their near weightlessness—had followed Thanrir long enough to deposit the bags on the perch before returning to the rest of the pack. Nou smiled again, feeling…quite free, now. She slid off of her mate’s back as he lowered himself to the ground, the fabric of her dress hiking up a bit, unintentionally flashing him her bare and obviously needy womanhood. As she looked down at the tents, an idea struck her. She turned to her lover, looking quite confident.

”If you don’t mind, I’d like to do a walkthrough of the camp, just to make sure everything is in order,” she suggested, her breath catching momentarily as she noticed the grin on his face. It made her weak in the knees, but they didn’t have a place to be private just yet. Maybe he would be in the mood to ravage her again.

She gave Thanrir a nod before starting down towards the camp. Part of her did feel a bit nervous. She would be outnumbered now, while Thanrir worked on his tent. This was a test of loyalty. Would they follow their leader’s orders and leave her be? Or would they find the opportunity too perfect to pass up? She did notice a few of them sniff the air and pant as she drew near, but they made no moves toward her. Her eyes fell upon the six different tents that had been set up. They were awfully small, no doubt cramped. And the material…quite flimsy. One by one, she walked to the tents, placing her hand on the entrance. A faint hum could be heard that made some of the Gnolls perk up their ears in curiosity. Drax, the one-eyed Gnoll from before, was the only one who seemed bold enough to approach her, though it was not in a threatening manner.

”What are you doing?” he growled, but it was not in a hostile tone. He was genuinely curious.

Nou turned to him, after placing her hand on the third tentflap. ”I felt you all might need a little something extra. But it’s a surprise. You can check out the tents once I’m all finished.”

Drax and the others eyed her suspiciously but let her go about her business. Once she finished and began to walk back up to Thanrir’s now nearly finished tent, she could hear shuffling behind her. No doubt they wanted to see what she had done. Suddenly, she could hear gasps and excited barking.

”How did she do that!?” one voice cried.

”It’s huge now!” another yelped..

”And the tent walls! They feel…like stone!”

Barks, yips, and hyena-like laughter began to fill the air as the pack explored their new tents. Magic was incredibly useful and versatile when one was powerful enough. She reinforced the fabric of the tent to be unnaturally strong, capable of withstanding arrows and fire, in case of an ambush, and yet sound traveled through the fabric as easily as ever. The interiors had become an extradimensional space, expanding three times what one would expect from looking on the outside. Now the Gnolls had more space to sleep and gather their materials. Cramped living quarters would make a pack cranky, but now…they seemed even more excited than ever. Nou seemed to be quickly winning over the rest of the pack.

She returned to Thanrir, a confidence in her stride and in her beautiful face. The tent Thanrir had put up was much larger than the others. It likely didn’t need her magical treatment, but still. She’d have to ask him, first…but as he placed his hand on her hip, leading her towards it…well, it would have to wait. Her heart thudded inside her chest and her body trembled with excitement. When she entered the tent, she was impressed. It was large with a quaint yet cozy-looking bed of animal skins. She could hear him sniffing the air, and she bit her lower lip, her skin growing hot in anticipation. She kept her back to him as she heard him disrobe next, dropping his armor onto the ground. Despite her confidence and skill in her magic…even now, she felt like she was powerless to resist him. The growl he emitted…that deep, rumbling growl that shook her gorgeous body to its core…that alone caused her to moan, the scent of her arousal intensifying as though he had uttered a magical incantation in his native tongue.

His cold, wet nose pressed firmly against the heated flesh of her neck, inhaling her womanly scent. She moaned louder at the stark contrast, her knees nearly buckling before his big, strong hands reached around to seize her chest. He squeezed firmly, causing her back to arch as she leaned back against him, her voice moaning a little louder now, and at a higher pitch. She reached one hand up to gently grasp at the back of his head, her fingers digging into his coarse mane while the other reached to one of his hands that continued to grope at her breast. She trembled more as he purred against her flesh, his teeth gently joining in on her delicate flesh while he began to undo her kimono, the fabric already sliding from her smooth, luscious body.

She let out a soft giggle, making no effort to keep her dress on. ”I…can’t help it, Thanrir…” she sighed, feeling the cool air grace her flesh as he soon bared one of her breasts. ”…I can’t seem to get enough of you…oooh…”

She let out another moan as he slid the rest of her dress from her, leaving her to stand in her nude glory while his other hand continued to work her breast. She loved the roughness of his paw pads and the fur against her soft skin. She pushed her rear towards him, feeling his barely covered manhood press against her buttocks. She let out another shiver. His rod was quite hard already…and extremely hot. She waved her right hand to a spot near his bed, conjuring up yet another large platter of thick, rare meat, just in case he got a little hungry. He had a long run, after all…and judging from how hard he was…well, who knew when he’d finally tire out? Part of her hoped…never.

She turned to face him, momentarily pulling away from his snout so she could present her body to him. She licked her lips as she gazed into his piercing amber eyes, eager to proceed. She leaned forward, kissing the wetness of his nose while her hands reached to his belt, slowly undoing it to free his manhood from the loincloth.

”Tell me…” she purred as she let one hand glide along the underside of his glorious shaft, her fingers gently caressing him and feeling his heartbeat through the heated flesh. ”Tell me how much you want me…and what you want to do to me…”

At this point, she wasn’t going to fight him. Whatever he wanted, she would do it. She needed him. She craved him. Their coupling in her hut had been wonderful, but now that he had slaked his lust once, she was sure this would be an even longer encounter. And by the Gods, she welcomed it, even if he made her sore, exhausted, and left her a mess, it would be worth it.