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A Body for Breeding

For AzureJay

By Draconicon

Erzulie didn't know what was going to happen after the gnolls got through the spell wards on her camp. Two of her fellow adventurers had already been taken to other tents, but the jackalope was still in the grip of two other warriors, and she was in the process of being dragged through the encampment and getting a great view of all the carnal happenings going on.

She winced as she saw several of the gnolls getting to work on another female, holding her down and rutting her by pinning her to the ground with their feet. One held her face, the other her hips, and...

Well, the hyenas were efficient in what they were doing. Brutal, but efficient.

She was carried through, her hooves dragged through the dirt and her antlers damaged, scuffed in some places and the points blunted by bits of cork here and there. It was more than slightly humiliating, but what was she supposed to do as a captive?

Finally, she was brought to the far end of the encampment, where the last tent was pressed up against the side of a large hill. The gnolls shoved the leather flaps open and threw her inside. With her arms bound behind her back, there was nothing that Erzulie could do except to fall to her knees.

"Welllll, now, what have we here?"

She whipped her head up, her eyes going wide. Sitting before her was the largest gnoll that she had ever seen, the spotted beast standing nearly seven feet tall and holding a two-handed battle axe with one hand, and with ease, at that. There was not a warrior that she knew that could do that.

Yet, at the same time, Erzulie couldn't help but smile slightly. She cocked her head to the side, chuckling.

"So, I'm guessing you're the Warpriest, eh?"

"Yes, that's me. And you're the fuck-meat for the night."

"Fuck-meat, hmm? Are you that rude to everyone that you invite into your camp?"

"I'm just telling you what you are."

The gnoll got to her feet, the other woman's height coming back into play. The jackalope did her best not to pay too much attention to that, but it was hard not to stare at someone that had that much height, that much muscle...

And admittedly, that much sexuality. The Warpriest had six breasts, the top row bigger than the rest and the others slowly descending in size and noticeability. That, and the other woman also had...well, a dick. And a big dick, for that matter, fat and thick and pointing right at her from under the loincloth.

Erzulie blushed, her cheeks on fire as she stared at the massive thing. She'd known that a number of female gnolls had this particular...addition, but this was the first time that she had actually seen it. It was bigger than the average jackalope cock by some way, and she could see that it had been further modified by a series of metal piercings through the underside, at least one metal bar for every inch.

That will...that will leave a mark.

She was still swallowing a bit when the Wapriest crossed the space between them, shoving her onto her back. Erzulie groaned under her breath as she was knocked over, then blushed as her legs were kicked apart. Considering that she had been captured in her sleep, the only covering she had was a loincloth, and that was kicked out of the way shortly after her legs were spread.

"Hmmph. A weak body you've got there..."

"It's worked for me."

"A body like that...weak, soft, with hips and breasts but no real muscle..."

The gnoll Warpriest flexed, and there was no missing the muscle that she had. Thick and hard, almost like armor beneath her fur. The spotted woman laughed, kneeling between the jackalope's legs, lifting them up and pushing them back.

"These are breeder's hips, not warrior hips."

"I can fight just fine!"

"You'll fight no more."

The heat of that shaft was...well, to put it mildly, very distracting. The gnoll was rubbing it against her in just the perfect spot to keep her distracted, to make her gasp or shiver or moan rather than say anything. Every time that Erzulie tried to think of something to argue the point, the Warpriest just pushed -

"Nnngh!"

Like that. She shivered, not made better as the Warpriest grabbed her by the ankles, pushing her legs further and further back until her hooves were all the way back by her ears. She shivered, feeling the mating press that was coming, knowing what was going to happen. Gnolls only had one real way of breeding, after all, considering that they never lowered themselves to fuck each other.

"You only have one purpose, weakling."

"Mmmph. Get that thing away from me, give me my weapon, and -"

"I'm not doing any of those things."

"Just give me a chance, and I'll show you -"

"You're going to be a breeder. That's all you're good for."

And with that, and with one thrust to seal the deal, Erzulie took a gnoll cock for the very first time.

It knocked the air right out of her lungs, her eyes going wide as she took it balls deep right from the start. Her stomach bulged from the sheer heft of that cock, and her eyes rolled back as she felt the metal piercings through it grinding against her inner walls. Each thrust left her huffing softly, her tongue starting to hang out.

The gnoll laughed at her, the Warpriest slowly pulling back. The scraping, grinding, nudging feeling that the shaft and piercings did together was enough to send her reeling, her mind shaking and her body spasming as her pussy clung to the shaft, squeezed down on it on pure instinct.

"Well, can't fight, those antlers make you look ridiculous...but at least your pussy knows what it's supposed to do."

It didn't take long for the Warpriest's full weight to land on her, pinning her in place and holding her to the ground. Each thrust, each press, forced the air from her lungs from how rough the other woman was, how deep that cock was going. In, out, in, out, each thrust raking along her most sensitive points, going deeper than any other species she had ever felt had gone.

"Oh...fuck..."

She could hardly breathe, her eyes rolling back as that fat cock was starting to feel all too good. Every thrust made her gasp for more air, for the lungfuls that had just been knocked out of her. Every hilting of that shaft made her feel it against her womb, telling her just how impossible it'd be to avoid getting left pregnant by this beast.

In, out, in, out, each thrust making her wetter, now. Her body was responding to this, making it impossible for her to not enjoy it. She was panting for whole other reasons now, her legs spasming, her nipples hard as she huffed and puffed for breath. One thrust, two, three, rocking her up and down along the floor, her pussy sounding wetter and wetter, the gnoll's cock sliding through her faster and faster.

Erzulie moaned, and the Warpriest chuckled.

"I knew it. Weak. Weak and inferior...You're lucky that we're giving you purpose. Breeding gnolls. Maybe you'll be made stronger by bearing our young."

In, out, in, out, in, the thrusts getting faster, harder. She felt like she might actually bruise her hips from this position, but it felt so good. She struggled to think, to pull herself together. The jackalope knew that she had to get out of there, to get free, but the pleasure of that cock was such that it was hard to think of how. The feeling of it inside of her, the raw strength that held her bent in half like this...

It was too good to fight, and she was too close to the edge.

With a deep moan, the jackalope came, arching her back and thrusting her hips up to meet that cock. She squeezed down, unable to help herself as she came, almost squirting from it. As she squeezed down on the shaft, she could feel every inch of it, every detail of the piercings, and every throb it made as she dragged it over the edge to climax.

She laid there, feeling it fill her, feeling the heat dripping down into her womb. There was no way that wouldn't get her pregnant, no way that she would avoid having kids from this. She'd been seeded.

The Warpriest chuckled.

"And so it begins..."

"And so it ends."

Erzulie looked over her shoulder at the flaming encampment, shaking her head as she tossed the two-handed axe that used to belong to the Warpriest to the ground. The gnolls that were still alive were either trying to flee with the treasures that the camp had, or were already long-gone. She doubted that any of them would be able to find her, even if she did linger here.

Her party had long-since scattered. The other girls had been sold off to other gnoll clans, and they'd be waiting for her to rescue them, if they were still sober enough to remember her. She knew the power of the lust-drunk feelings that the gnolls were able to bring about, and she had paid the price for that.

She reached down, rubbing her belly. It was swollen with gnoll pups, and the jackalope was sure that she felt something kicking down there.

A parting gift, I guess... She shook her head, but smiled. Well, might as well find a place to settle for the next few months...they're going to need a lot of care...

And then, when she could find a place to settle them properly, she could see if there was any point rescuing the other girls...

The End