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Thunder cracked like the whip of an overseer as jagged lines of lighting streaked across the clouded, murky skies. The seas of Bakien were known for their roughness, able to destroy even the mightiest of fleets, especially during the summer months when the storms were at their fiercest. Storms the size of a small town raged in the sea during this time of the year, and it was harrowing to downright suicidal to cross it in these months, but the Endless Runner was filled with brave sailors who would do it for the right price, and its captain and helmsmen especially were as brave and foolhardy to try something this dangerous.

“Hold her steady!” The helmsmen of the Runner, Carver Jones, yelled to his crew. As they tried to right the ship, waves crashed over the deck, threatening to swiftly take people into the sea's dark embrace. The sounds of sailors yelling to keep working in the middle of the storm were frantic and loud as they braced themselves for another strong wave to buffet them. Then they saw it—a wave bigger than any that had ever been seen. “By the mark!” Carver yelled as the wave came crashing down upon the Runner, splintering it in half. A moment ago, they were on a ship. The next day, there was nothing but the freezing water all around them, churning, pivoting water, water that drowned, water that killed, and water that sucked you into the inky blue abyss and kept you there till your lungs filled and you succumbed. Swim: That was all that could be done, and that’s what he did. Carver swam as hard as he could to reach the surface. Popping out of the abyss, he took in the first breath of air and was then immediately pushed down by the crashing waves. He would not die here was the mantra that Carver repeated in his head over and over as he tried to fight against the waves, fight against the water and its grasp, even as his lungs burned as they ran out of air, even as life threatened to leave his body, He. would . fight! But the sea didn't care what kind of fight you had; the sea would take you all to her abyss and to the realm of Xi in the deep, dark depths.

On the island of Uthando, on the eastmost shore, near the outside of the village of Azamine, the sea air tickled the fur of a gnoll, who was busy pulling in her fishing trolls from the depths when she saw something that was, well, odd to say the least. Laying in a heap near her trolls washed up onto the shore was a human.

“Hmm.” The gnoll said that as she walked up to the human, he was wearing a white shirt that was cacked in sand and damp, probably from the water. Their bright blonde hair was tousled, and their tanned skin was covered in seaweed. Kneeling beside the man, she checked to see if there was a pulse. There was, but it was faint. She picked up the man and hoisted him on her shoulder.

“Alright, let’s take you back to my village.” She spoke as she took the human back to her home. A human was a rare sight in Uthando; the island nation barely got travelers, at least as far inland as Adia’s village was, so she got a few odd looks when she came into the village early that morning carrying a human on her shoulder. She didn’t care much as she brought the human to her home and laid him down on the spare bed she kept in her house for her patients.

“Alright, let’s see what’s actually wrong with you.” Adia said that as she pooled some of her ether into her hand and waved it over the man’s body, she soon saw the problem. Water—lots and lots of water—was in his lungs. He was lucky he was still alive and didn’t drown. She wasn’t as good at water magic as she liked; healing magic and elemental magic were solely different disciplines as far as she was concerned. Still, she could get most of the water out of his lungs, though he’d have to cough up the rest of it on his own and probably would be sick for a while. Carefully, using her magic, she drew the water out of his lungs, pulling it into a nearby jar for disposal later. Soon, he began to cough and cough as water spat out of his lungs and onto his already damp shirt.

"W-what the fuck?” The man said in between coughs, Well, that’s what she thought she could hear; her ability to understand human languages was rather limited.

“Calm down, you're safe.” She said in broken Julonesian the language the man was speaking; she at least knew that enough to speak it to him. Not in any good way, but maybe she could get him to speak in Uthandosi.

“W-what?” The man asked as he looked around; he then coughed more water out of his lungs. The gnoll patted his back as he coughed up the last bit of liquid that was filling his lungs. She then spoke up again, trying to ascertain what had happened to him.

“There, there, what happened?” Adia asked of the man as she continued to use her magic to soothe him and diagnose him; he would have a nasty case of pneumonia given how much water was in his lungs. She would have to alleviate that, but there was only so much her magic could do. The man looked at her with questioning eyes, and he spoke up; his words sounded like gibberish to her. Then she remembered he probably didn’t speak Uthandosi; she recognized the language as Chalacoian, which she spoke well enough to get by with the merchants who came by every so often to her village.

“Safe, you safe, what happened?” She spoke in broken Chalacoian, and the man took a moment to calm down and say the words shipwreck. She figured as much, given the storms that happen here during the summer, taking a deep breath. Aida motioned for the man to follow her; he did so hesitantly, and she led him to a small apothecary area. He watched as she looked around for ingredients, grabbing a few herbs and flowers, including elderflower, thyme, and ginger. He watched in awe as she ground these ingredients and then wrapped them up.

“Tea, steep for a few minutes, then drink,” she said as Carver looked at the ingredients, taking a deep breath. He sighed as the gnoll poured him a hot cup of water, and he stepped on the tea while he was waiting for someone else to enter her abode.

“Sister, mother said you brought a human; is this true?” An older gnoll woman asked; she had bright auburn fur and was just as tall as the other gnoll in the room. The gnoll then spotted the human and walked up to him; he didn’t understand a word they were saying.

“Try not to disturb him, Kenura,” Aida said to her sister, who rolled her eyes as she inspected him. “And did mother send you?” Aida asked, Kenura nodded, and Aida sighed. Her mother was the village chieftess and had her nose in everything; it was her right as the matriarch of the area, but still, it was an annoyance.

“She wants to see him soon; outsiders are rare, and she wants to make sure he won’t pose a danger,” Kenura said, but as she looked at the sorry state of the human in question, who was pale despite tanned skin, had bloodshot eyes, and looked like he’d gotten into a fight with a Saber fish and lost, “Though I don’t think he’d be much of a danger against me and the other warriors.” Kenura said, looking back at her sister.

“Once he’s drunk a few more bouts of tea, I’ll bring him to mother; until then, tell her to wait, go bother the other matriarchs for a spell, and leave me to my job.” Aida said, trying to keep her anger in check. She knew her mother meant well, but she had a way of putting her snout in her business when she was doing her job.

“Lindia also wants to see you; she says she’s having trouble keeping the pups in her belly from making her sick.” Kenura said Lindia, their other sister from their mother's first husband and the soon-to-be matriarch after their mother stepped down, had been pregnant for a few weeks and, like usual, was having trouble with it. This was her fifth pregnancy with her husband (she wondered if she did more mating than governing considering how often she was out of commission due to pregnancy), but Aida had a job to do as the village apothecary.

“You stay; I leave for a moment; drink more tea.” Aida said to the man, who nodded as he downed some more of the tea. Aida grabbed some more ginger, peppermint, and a few other plants and herbs, ground them, and then left, leaving Carver to his devices. The other gnoll had left long ago. This gave Carver a moment to look around, unimpeded by his savior. The room he was in was small, and the walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of jars of various herbs, flowers, roots, mushrooms, and all other things. He’d seen a few of this running cargo but not so many. It was an alchemist’s heaven, though he couldn’t make out the words written in a script he didn’t recognize. Sipping more of the tea, he felt good enough to walk and decided he should get some fresh air.

Stepping outside, he was greeted by the midday sun’s blinding rays making him squint. He’d been indoors for Isran knows how long and his eyes hurt at the sun, but soon they adjusted, and he saw the village he was in. It was a coastal village through and through, with various houses that catered to fishing with fish being hung out to be smoked, a few gnoll children were running, playing, and laughing, and he saw in the middle a large house, probably the leaders house. Taking another sip of his tea, he downed the rest and walked out into the village. He was a stranger in a strange land; he’d seen a few gnolls in his time as a sailor and even worked with a few Gnoll Freebooters when he moonlit as a privateer for a few seasons, but he’d never been around so many of them, and it seems the feeling was mutual as the gnolls around him eyed him with suspicion and intrigue; he hazarded a guess that they were not used to seeing humans.

“I told her to stay put!” He heard the gnoll who saved him yell as she left the large building. He was tired of the broken words and tried to tell her as best he could.

“I need to find my ship; go back to Chalaco.” Carver said, though the gnoll didn’t seem to care much about what he said, that as an older gnoll walked out of the hut, she was aged, her once vibrant fur was graying, one of her eyes was milky white with cataracts, and she hobbled rather than walked; she had a walking stick that was as tall as him.

“Is this human?” The older gnoll asked, and Aida nodded as the older gnoll walked around him, inspecting him like a merchant might inspect a shipment for sale. “He’s rather scrawny; tell me, son, where are you from?” The gnoll said it in perfect Chalacoian.

“Julonesia, I’m a sailor named Carver.” Carver said, adding his name for good measure. The older gnoll stopped back at his front and let out a hearty laugh. This surprised him for a bit.

"Ah, you must be the one from the ship that wrecked off the coast.” She gave Carver the first solid lead as to what happened to his ship since he got here.

“Have you seen it?” Carver asked, and the older gnoll nodded. But then she frowned. He didn't like that look, not one bit.

“It was destroyed; the crew that did survive didn’t last too long afterwards.” She stated plainly, and Carver’s face fell. His ship, the Endless Runner, was gone along with her crew; he was the only one to survive, it seems.

“Do you know when the next ship is set to arrive and if there is a place I can go?” Carver asked, and the gnoll matriarch thought for a moment, trying to recall when the merchant ships came around the area.

“Two seasons from now.” The matriarch said, and Carver’s face fell. There were two seasons, which was almost half the year; actually, it was more than half the year; it wouldn’t be till spring; it was summer. Taking a deep breath, Carver knew he was up crap creek without a paddle; he knew the risks when he decided to do this job and how dangerous it was, and he was paying the price for it. Isran had it out for him, it seems.

"Well, do you at least have a place I can stay for two seasons? I’m willing to work till then.” Carver asked, and the matriarch nodded, and she then pointed to Aida, who was confused.

"Aida, my dear, take this man in, and he’ll be your assistant until the next ship arrives.” The matriarch said, and Aida balked.

“Mother! Why me?” Aida asked the older gnoll, laughed, and walked up to her daughter.

“You brought him here; he’s your responsibility.” The matriarch said, and Aida sighed. She knew there was no changing her mother's mind when it was made up; she was as stubborn as she was old. She then walked up to Carver and, as best she could with his language, told him he would be staying with her and helping her with her apothecary work. She showed him where he would be sleeping; it was the same bed he was brought to; it was usually reserved for patients but would do for now until she could get him another bed. She then showed him what he would be doing for her as her assistant. She mostly needed someone to organize her various herbs and keep stock of her child’s work for him.

After getting his bearings (which were few), Carver soon found himself sleeping for a few more hours as well as being woken up a few hours into those naps to drink more of the tea that Aids made. When night had fallen, Aida had brought him to the main hut where her family was. Sitting around a table were seven other gnolls. At the head was the matriarch, who Carver had learned was named Oyana; next to her was another aged gnoll male; this was Oyana’s first husband; and next to him was her second husband. The other three at the table were Aida, Kenura, and Lindia; next to the other two sisters were their spouses.

“Love, who is this?” Oyana’s first husband asked, pointing to Carver, who was inspecting the fish dish that was being served to him.

“He’s a man that Aida brought home.” Oyana said Aida looked up from her food and balked at that, as her father laughed at Aida’s expense. This made Aida annoyed; her mother loved to tease her because she was the only of her children not married yet.

“Mother! Don’t word it like that!” Aida groaned, and Oyana laughed at this again as she spooned some yam onto her plate. “Father, this is a man I rescued from the sea; he’ll be staying with me for a few months until the next ship arrives.” Aida corrected her mother, and her father nodded. Her stepfather rolled his eyes as he inspected the outsider.

“He’s rather scrawny; not much meat on the bones.” The other male gnoll said Aida’s stepfather was a cook and took pride in making his family ‘fat and happy with his foods,’

“He can’t understand a word you’re saying; he doesn’t speak Uthandosi." Aida said, and her stepfather looked at him and spoke in Chalacoian since that was the most common language spoken by merchants.

“Tell me, son, what do you do?” The gnoll asked.

"Sailor, I used to do some privateering, but now I mostly do trade work.” Carver said that made the other gnoll nod. He then turned back to his food. Carver was a fast learner and was starting to pick up a few of the language cues of what was being said based on context. He was starting to learn what the words mother and father meant, but it might take a while for him to learn Uthandosi. Still, he enjoyed the food; he’d never had Uthando food, and after being offered seconds, thirds, and fourths, he had to politely decline a fifth serving of food. Returning back to Aida’s hut, he made his bed and slept another few hours until the crow of a rooster woke him up at the crack of dawn. After eating a breakfast of fish and yam stew,.

“Alright, you will organize for a few hours, then be free to do whatever.” Aida said as she went about her work, and Carver did just that; it didn’t take too long to organize. Aida had her ingredients already well organized, and this seemed to be mostly something to keep him busy. After an hour of organizing, he walked out and was greeted by the sights, sounds, and smells of the village of Xhos’s life, from mothers teaching their children to fisherwomen bringing in their catch from the night before.

“Hmm, this place is quite quiet.” Carver said as he walked through the village that he was still a stranger in a strange land. The other villages looked at him with the same kind of scrutiny that he was used to in some other places, and he got the opinion that this village didn’t get many outsiders. He was used to it; aside from his home in Julonesia, he was an outsider in most places he went, but still, it was always fascinating to explore a new place he’d never been to. Looking down, he sighed. He probably smelled like sea water, and he didn’t have any clothes, and the gnolls probably didn’t have anything that would fit him. He was tall and broad for a human, but even gnoll women were taller than him. He’d have to wash his clothes later, but right now he wanted a bath. He looked around and soon found what looked like a large enough basin. Seeing it unoccupied, he grabbed it and went to fill it up with water so he could wash himself. He didn’t have his normal marital for baths, including the heating stones; those were probably lost at sea like most of his stuff. Finding an out-of-the way place where it seemed like no one would intrude on him, he stripped out of his clothing and started to bathe.

Meanwhile, Aida was working in her shop. She was grinding a particularly rough root into powder, and using a grinder, she was rolling it back and forth in her ground stone. When she looked outside her window, the sight before her was not one she expected to see. Standing as naked as the day he probably left his mother's womb was Carver; he was using a basin to wash himself, and Aida couldn’t keep her eyes off him. The way his muscles contracted as he reached over to clean a part of his body, but the thing that caught her eye the most was his... She’d seen her fair share of gnoll men’s cocks, but something made her stare at it; it was flaccid in its current state, but even flaccid she could tell it was large, girthy, and... she could not tear her eyes away from it.

“Enjoying the sight, sister?” Aida heard her sister Lindia say that this made Aida nearly jump out of her own fur and skin. She managed to keep herself from yelling and turned to her elder sister, who was holding back a laugh.

“Where did you come from? Actually, never mind, what do you want?” Aida said as she calmed her still-beaten heart and went back to her work, trying to ignore the naked man outside her window, a task that was growing increasingly harder to do.

“I came to pick up more medicine; the pups are getting restless; it should be any day now.” Lindia said happily as she rubbed her belly. Aside from being the town's apothecary, she was also the town's midwife, and she’d helped Lindia with her last two litters after the town's other midwife passed away in her sleep.

“Your medicine is on the shelf, and don’t you dare speak of this to your mother.” Aida said, and Lindia laughed. Of the two of her sisters, Lindia was definitely the one who liked to tease her the most.

“My lips are sealed, though; act fast; I might make him my second husband.” Lindia teased, and Aida pushed her out of the house, annoyed. Going back to her work, she kept glancing at Carver till he’d finally finished bathing, and she was able to better concentrate on her work. That night at dinner with her family, she had a hard time looking Carver in the eye, but he didn’t seem to mind all that much. As he was trying his best to learn the language he was hearing, in only two days of being here, he’d managed to pick it up remarkably quickly. While he wouldn’t be mistaken for a native speaker, he would probably, within a few weeks, be able to converse with most of the people in the village.

A few days would pass before something else exciting happened, and much like her sister said, her pups would be due any day now, and that day was today.

“Push!” Aida yelled as she heard her sister let out a pained yell as her contractions hit her again and again. She was giving Lindia herbs to ease her pain and make the labor easier, but this would still be a long process. Lindia had gone into labor in the early hours of the morning, and it was now nearing midday. The whole family was here, and Carver was helping her as well. To say he was out of his depth would be an understatement. Even Lindia’s husband, Neema, was better at handling this than Carver; he was more like a towel holder who changed the towels out whenever Aida needed them. This was the extent of how he worked with this whole thing; instead, he watched in awe as Aida worked, coaching her sister through her contractions and easing her with medicine as needed.

“Alright, there we are; a head is starting to crown, Carver; prepare the towels; they’re going to be wet when they come out.” Aida said that as she helped ease the first pup out of her sister's body, it was covered in amniotic fluid and crying. Soon the next one came out, and one after the other, the children were being born. Carver was watching this with a bit of awe as he helped; he’d never seen a birth, let alone several pups being born at once. There were seven pups still connected to their mothers via umbilical cords, though those were soon snipped by their father. Checking to make sure that all the pups were breathing and no defects had been found, Aida handed the pups to their mother, who looked down upon them with pride. This was her largest litter to date, with seven pups compared to the two or three she had before.

“Look at them, Neema.” Lindia said that as her pups began to nurse from her, she was tired, but a smile didn’t leave her face as she passed out finally from exhaustion. Neema comforted his wife as he smiled, holding his pups with her.

“Alright, the pups are safe; let's leave the parents for now; I’ll be back to check on them later.” Aida said as she ushered the rest of the gathered people out of the hut, leaving Lindia and Neema to bond with their children. Carver was lost in thought as he walked past Aida; he’d never seen anything like that, and it was, to say the least, eye-opening to see the miracle of life firsthand. Aida pats him on the back, taking

“You did well; I’ve never seen a person who is new to birthing do as well as you did.” Aida said a smile on her face, and Carver nodded as he smiled back at her. The two of them had begun to grow somewhat closer in the few days since Carver had been in the land; he was quite easy to get along with, and even the villagers who had at first looked at him with questions and a bit of apprehension were slowly starting to warm up to him. It was a sight to see; the village rarely got outsiders, and to see one become so well liked was a miracle. And most of all, Aida and Carver were starting to get along quite well. This was partly due to the fact that the two of them were in the same building and would eat breakfast and lunch together, talking about the day and what to do. Carver also started to take a keen interest in her work when he wasn’t organizing, looking over her shoulder and taking note of what she did. At first, she was a bit annoyed, but she got used to it.

Soon she started to explain to him what to do and how to correctly grind ingredients so that they could be used for a wide variety of remedies, from the teas she made to help ease his pneumonia, which he was lucky only had him down for a few days, to the medicine that Lindia took to ease her pregnancy, and a wide host of other things.

The two of them reached her hut, and Aida went back to her usual job. She had hours of work that she had in the backlog to get to, some remedies for a few older residents, and other things. With Carver watching over her shoulder, she could feel his presence, and she was slowly starting to like his proximity to her.

“Would you like to make this next remedy?” Aida asked, scooting from her chair to give Carver a chance to sit; he did, and she grabbed his hands to show him the right pressure to grind the herbs, spices, and roots. She was surprised at how soft his hands were; she’d thought a sailor like him would have more calloused hands. The closeness the two were feeling felt natural to them; as her hands wrapped around his, she felt a kinship and a kind of pull toward each other. Then, as if by nature itself, something pulled the two of them close, so that only a few inches separated them, and especially their lips. Then that force that pulled them caused the distance between them to close, and their lips met. This felt natural between the two of them, as if it were meant to happen. When their lips separated, Aida was surprised but didn’t hate it.

"We shouldn’t have done that.” Aida said, but Carver pulled her into another kiss, this time deeper and more intimate, and she melted into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of him, of his lips on hers, of his hand on her waist as he pulled his lips from hers once more.

“Don’t fight what feels natural,” Carver whispered into her ears, making them twitch at the sound of his voice and making her brown fur stand on end. She wanted more, but she put a stop to this.

"We need to get back to work.” Aida said as she went back to work, and Carver smiled as he did the same. Though now things were more intimate between them, there was something that was new between them. The two of them continued to work together, and Carver would steal kisses from Aida whenever she would least expect it; she didn’t mind at all. A few days would pass, and the village was holding a party to celebrate the birth of Lindia’s pups. The sounds of dancing, music, and the smell of cooking meat filled the air, and Carver was enjoying himself, tasting the various foods and especially the wine being served, Yam wine, to be exact; it had a sweet yet somewhat pungent odor to it that he didn’t dislike. Carver was wearing an outfit that would apparently only fit a teen gnoll; his clothing was pretty dirty, and any extra clothes he had were destroyed when the ship wrecked. He checked the wreck a few days ago, but he couldn’t find anything. So, he was given some clothes that would fit him, which was apparently for someone half his age.

“Are all births celebrated like this?” Carver asked Aida, who nodded. He’d never seen something like this in Julonesia, a whole village in celebration of the birth of some children. It was a sight to behold. He watched the many villagers run around with sparklers and other party implements while Lindia and Neema were in the middle of the village, with every villager passing by them giving them well wishes, money, or any other thing that would be used as a gift. In the courtyard, there were gnolls dancing, singing, and drinking.

“Come on! Let’s dance, Carver!” Aida yelled in joy as she dragged Carver to the dance floor of the courtyard. He didn’t know how to dance, at least none of the gnoll ones, so he tried his best to follow Aida’s lead. This was a lot easier said than done, but still, he was having a blast dancing with Aida. The two twisting and turning with each other, along with the other dancers, did this for four hours, and in-between bouts of dancing, they would sit, eat, and drink, but soon the dancing turned to kissing in the later parts of the day, until the two of them found themselves in Aida’s home again. It was the middle of the night, and they were kissing and touching each other in a way that was completely different from the other times they kissed. These kisses were filled with hunger, lust, and want. The four weeks that they’ve known each other have been a whirlwind, and this seemed to be the conclusion of it all.

Aida kissed Carver’s neck, plunging her sharp canines into the skin; it drew blood, but he didn’t mind; he loved it. He clutched at her, wanting more. She then moved her lips back to his, and she held him close to her. She could feel his cock growing harder through the thin cloth of his clothing, poking against her belly as he grinded against her, his cock getting bigger and bigger. It was making Aida feel rather light-headed.

“F-fuck.” Carver moaned as he lifted the sash that covered Aida’s breasts. They were larger than any he’d ever seen, but he loved them. Grabbing them, he played with Aida’s teats, which drew a moan from her. He then took one of her sensitive nubs into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple as he played with her other one with his hands, tweaking and pulling at her nipples. This made a moan erupt from Aida’s throat as she arched her back. Her want and desire cascaded against her as Carver continued to play with her tits. The two of them knew what they wanted, Aida especially; she wanted him, and he wanted her. Lowering his fingers down her body against her brown fur, Carver moved his finger against her lower lips, which were slick with her lust.

“You’re so wet, and we haven’t even begun,” Carver whispered into her ears as he kissed her again, plunging his fingers into her sopping wet pussy, making Aida moan as his fingers rubbed against her core, making her back arch more, her moans to become louder, and her body to shiver with pleasure. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” Carver said as he kissed her up her body, peppering hot, wet kisses against her fur. As he trailed further and further down, until his mouth was nearing her cunt, he removed his finger out of Aida’s snatch and plunged his face into her cunt, making Aida moan as he licked and kissed. Aida held his head in place as he ate her out, licking and kissing and playing with her cunt as he did.

“By Amanzi!” Aida moaned as Carver plunged in and out of her cunt with his tongue, swirling and playing with it while sucking at her clitoral area. She was sure she was going to cough any moment now; her body was on fire and the pressure building in her was mounting. Then, with a moan, Aida came. Spraying her lust all over Carver’s face, which he happily lapped up as Aida’s moans carried through her hut, she was glad that the festivities were happening outside because she was certain that the whole village would be able to hear her cum. After she came down from the height of her orgasm, Aida collapsed against the wall.

“You, okay?” Carver asked, and Aida nodded as she gathered herself and stood up. She then kissed Carver again and pushed him towards her bed; it was large enough to hold the two of them. She pushed him onto the bed. She then lifted her skirt, showing her sopping wet cunt to Carver, and smiled. Carver’s cock was poking through the underwear he was wearing, which didn’t do anything to hide it.

“My turn,” Aida said, her voice husky and filled with lust as she crawled up to her lover. She pulled his entire outfit off in one quick motion; he was rather surprised, but then she was used to taking people's clothes off as part of her job. She then licked her lips as she looked at Carver’s member, and she then licked his cock. Carver shivered as Aida licked his cock up and down.

Aida’s tongue felt like nothing else in the world. Carver was in heaven as she licked his shaft again and again, swirling her tongue around his member with each lick. She then engulfed his member into her maw, making Carver moan louder as his body shivered more in pleasure. Aida bobbed her mouth up and down her lover’s shaft. The moist heat was like nothing that Carver’s ever felt before. He gripped at the bed as Aida went to town on his cock. As she sucked on his cock, she moved her tongue up and down his shaft with her head movements. He was getting closer and closer to his release. With a grunt and his eyes rolling back in pleasure, Carver came. Aida, sensing this, pulled back and watched in awe as his seed erupted from his cock. Thick ropes of seed flowed from the tip of his cock and spurted onto Aida’s face, breasts, and hands, coating them with the thick white substance that was Carvers cum. Licking the cum off her hands, Aida revealed the taste of her lover's seed. But the night was far from over.

Waiting a few moments for Carver’s member to gain its hardness again, Aida then straddled Carver, hovering her cunt above Carver’s cock. She could see his member twitch and throb in anticipation; she wanted him, and he wanted her. There was no need to waste any more time, and with one fell drop of her pelvis, Aida impaled herself on Carver’s member. The two moaned in unison as Carver hilted inside Aida. She placed her hands on Carver’s chest and began to rise up and down on his cock.

“Gods above, you feel fucking great.” Carver moaned as he gripped Aida’s hips to help guide her into his thrusts as they fucked up and down. Aida bounced on Carver’s member as the two moaned together, the sensation of her cunt wrapping around his member being like heaven to the two. Rolling her hips into Carver’s member, Aida wanted to reach her second climax of the night and reach it along with Carver. The two were in unison, each thrust of Carver’s hips meeting each roll of Aida’s. It was a meeting of two souls in unison. The two were getting closer and closer to release, with Aida about to reach her release first. Then, with a mix between a moan and a growl, Aida came. Her cunt clamped tightly down upon Carver’s cock like a vice as she rode out her orgasm. This was enough to make Carver reach his own climax as he grunted as thick spurts of his seed erupted into Aida’s welcoming womb.

Shot after shot of seed flowed into her, Aida was glad she wasn’t in heat because she was certain if she was, this would be the thing that made her pregnant, though the idea didn’t sound too bad to her, but not right now. She wanted a few more romps with Carver before she decided she’d let him seed her. Breathing heavily, the last drop of seed entered Aida’s cunt, and she smiled down upon Carver as she kissed him.

“You did good.” She whispered into his ear as she rolled onto her back, snuggling next to him. She kissed his cheek, and he did the same.

"I'm glad I met your expectations, my love.” He said, and the words came... Naturally to him, this gnoll, this woman who saved him, nursed him, and showed him her culture, was his love, and he was happy about it. The two sat in the afterglow of their love for a while, simply sharing the warmth of each other’s bodies, till they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

This set the tone for Aida and Carvers lives from then on: no longer kisses, but love-making till the crack of dawn some nights, exploring the new relationship they had burgeoning. Soon the seasons passed and the two grew stronger and stronger, their bond becoming something the two never imagined they’d have, and by the time the seasons passed and Carver didn’t want to leave, he’d become like one of the family, part of a culture that wasn’t his own. And he’d found the love of his life. So he didn’t leave with the first boats that arrived; he bought some new clothes from a trader, but that was it. He found his new life, and he didn’t want to leave—not Aida, not her family, and not the Gnolls.