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Loukas finally had the courage he needed to take his first task. It had been a grueling path that led him here, one that left him covered in bruises and nursing a sore body day in and day out for months on end. In this moment though, it all felt like it was worth it. He adjusted the bracer around his right wrist, a simple leather with an iron plate for protection on his sword swinging arm. His left was adorned in a much more simple glove, making it easier for him to strap a shield to that arm. He stood up from the stool he was sitting on, walking across his small inn room. It was just a bed and a night stand, along with a mirror that he had to purchase himself.

He'd always had issues getting his armor on right, so the added visual to make sure nothing was lopsided was rather useful. He looked at himself, lips curling back into a small grin. His father was a tiger that hailed from a far eastern kingdom, and his mother was a human. Beastkin blood had a habit of overpowering most other races when it came to the appearance of their offspring, and Loukas was no exception to that rule. His body was covered in soft white fur, with black stripes that wrapped around his pelt in a nice fashion. There was no way to tell he was half-blooded at a glance, looking as much the equal to his father's side of the family. He'd left home in search of mercenary work, and it was easy to come by. This was especially the case in areas where beastkin and humans were in close proximity, tensions between the many races leading to all kinds of crimes. Most of which were banditry, but it spread much further than that, dipping into the slave and drug trade in the worst parts of it.

His armor was practical but rather cheap. He hadn't much by way of money when he started out on his journey, and living in mixed territory typically meant it was harder to find blacksmiths that specialized in making armor for specific races. In Loukas' case, everything turned out to be a size too small. The leather he was supposed to have underneath the iron didn't fit him, and was instead replaced with linen fabric. The fabric still didn't fit very well, and made him feel like he was being squeezed in all the wrong places. The only place he'd really lucked out is that the leather straps were long enough to go around his body and securely hold all the actually armored bits in place, and cutting out a hole for his tail ended up free. He looked the role, and that's all that really mattered to him in the end. Mercenary for hire. The final addition to his look was a light blue tabard, easily pulled over his head and left to drape down over his armor, the cloth falling between his thighs and just short of his knees in both the front and the back.

A knock came to his door, a voice he recognized as one of the women who worked in the inn informing him that his client was waiting for him down stairs. With a tinge of excitement in his chest, he grabbed his satchel and slung it over his shoulders, securing his sword at the hip and giving his last goodbyes to an inn room he didn't really like in the first place. He was quickly down the stairs and into the main tavern of the inn where he saw the man waiting for him near the entrance to the building. A short human man that went by the name of Clein. Clein was a merchant who had heard that there had been a bandit attack in the neighboring town and he wasn't willing to take the risk of it, even if it was a very short distance between the two.

Loukas approached, placing a hand balled into a fist against his chest in greeting. "Clein, good to leave whenever you are." he spoke, his voice coming from deep within his chest.

The man gave a nod, "Let's be on it then. If we leave now we can make it there just a bit after night fall."

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There was some dedicated to packing goods onto the wagon that he was going to be guarding. It was led by two horses, with the man he was working for sitting at the front. It would just be the two of them, since this was a quick route and aside from the one reporting of bandits nearby the immediate area was typically rather safe. By some grace of the Gods, this town had managed to put aside some of the hatred most people had toward each other.

Clein interrupted Loukas' train of thought by yelling back to him, "Heading out. Hop on back and let's go."

Loukas grabbed the back of the wagon, lifting himself up and on to the wooden vehicle. The motion was simple enough, but the moment his butt landed on it there was a sharp pain in his right cheek. He jolted up, bouncing in place and hearing a loud ripping noise as he did so. He stared, wide-eyed and glaring down at a misplaced nail that was sticking out of the shoddy wagon. "Shit," he gasped out, his tail smacking loudly against the wagon.

"Everything alright back there?" the man called, looking over his shoulder to see Loukas wiggling about.

"Fine, fine. Everything's just... fine. Sat on my tail, is all." Loukas replied, not daring to go into detail about what he could now feel was a very large gash ripped up the back of his linen trousers. He sat firmly in place, clutching the side of the wagon and feeling heat rise to his face in droves as they passed people by on their way out of town. He'd never been so glad for the fur covering his face, hiding how dark red he might have been otherwise from the sheer embarrassment that was flooding through him in this moment.

'Just don't worry about it', he told himself. 'Ignore it and sit here and nothing bad will happen, I'll get it fixed in the next town over.' It was the best he could do in his situation, not willing to stop the merchant in his tracks the moment they started moving due to a wardrobe malfunction. It was his first job and he wasn't going to blow it over something so trivial. With the stinging in his rump he was just glad he hadn't sat down harder or the nail was any longer. He let out a quiet sigh and leaned in to the side of the wagon, watching as they passed through the town's gates and out onto the road.

If by chance or because the rumors about the area didn't hold true, the trip started rather uneventfully. They passed by a few travelers going in the opposite direction from them which was a good sign. Loukas wanted nothing more than to have his first job go well, and it didn't need to be high on glory for that. He was content with the clear midday sky and the relatively cool breeze to keep him company on the back of the wagon. The open road went straight through some plains, the flat field of view meant it would be nearly impossible for them to get ambushed. There was only one point in this trip that had him worried. Not to far ahead was a river that ran down from the mountain. The only way across was a bridge just wide enough for small carriages and wagons like this. After crossing the bridge it would only be another hour or so before they'd reach the next town and he could mark this down as an easy success.

The sun was hanging low on the horizon, filtering orange light across the sky with the beginnings of sunset. The scenery of endless grass and the tall mountain peaks in the distance were almost enough to distract him from the way he felt the fur of his ass tickling as it rubbed against the wagon. The tear along his crack hadn't gotten any worse; he hoped. But the longer the journey went on the more it felt to him that he was likely to moon everyone in town the moment he stepped off the wagon. It had him constantly adjusting his tabard, making sure it was long enough and wide enough to cover the hole in the fabric.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the river finally coming into hearing distance. His ears twitched, looking back over his shoulder to see the long bridge up ahead. His eyes strained a bit to look passed the horses at the front of the wagon, blinking a few times. There looked to be two figures up ahead, standing at the start of the bridge. It was too hard to tell from this distance who they were or anything about them really.

"What's that up ahead?" Loukas called out to the man driving the wagon.

"Looks to be... two men standing at the bridge," he responded.

That was strange. There was no reason for two people to be standing out here all on their own. And just... waiting.

"What should we do?" Clein asked, pulling on the reins and making the horses start to slow down their pace.

"Well... uh," Loukas thought about the situation. It was suspicious, sure. But standing out in the middle of no where? There was a reason this road wasn't a prime target for bandits. He didn't have too much time to think about it as the wagon was starting to violently shake and shudder, a splintering noise ringing in his ears moments before there was a loud *snap* and everything shifted to the side. The wheels on the right side of the wagon got caught in some kind of metal trap, and it quickly tore away at the wood and brought the whole thing crashing down. The horses snapped free from their reins, rearing back and running off into the plains as the wagon crashed over on its side. Loukas tumbled off the road, rolling into the grass before he managed to catch himself.

He shook his head and wobbled back up to a stand. Unsurprisingly the wagon had burst open, the merchant's goods were all over the road and scatted into the grass nearby. "Shit." Loukas swore under his breath, rushing to the front side to look for Clein. The human must've hit his head in the fall, Loukas found him laying unconscious on the side of the road. "Shit." he repeated, rolling Clein over to make sure that the injury wasn't too bad. Aside from a small amount of bruiser around the forehead and trace amounts of blood he looked fine as far as Loukas could tell. His tail thrashed wildly behind him, swatting at the tall grass as he carefully laid Clein out and stood back up to look around for what happened. He quickly noticed the skid marks in the road where the wagon had gotten caught on the trap and subsequently fallen to pieces. The next thing that caught his attention was the two figures at the bridge were making a quick move in his direction.

"Bandits." Loukas muttered to himself. He knelt down and ushered Clein's unconscious form into the grass, hiding the man as best he could before he rushed out in front of the wreckage to stand guard. He reached for his sword and found only empty space at his hip. "What the-" he blanked. His head turned to look down at his waist, seeing a distinct lack of his weapon. He still had his shield but that wouldn't do him much good in the long run by itself. In a panic he quickly looked back over the wreckage behind him in a broad sweeping glance. It was impossible to tell what anything was, there were all kinds of strange trinkets littering the ground. "Come on, really?" He growled in frustration.

He snapped his attention back to the two making their approach, and was surprised to see that there was only one now. He looked around in a panic, trying to find where the other had gone but there wasn't anyone else in sight. The figure that was making the approach was much clearer now, an unreasonably tall gnoll by the features he could make out. "Typical scavengers..." Loukas breathed out in a bit of a hiss, knowing he was going to have to make a stand without his sword.

The gnoll had a soft tan color to his fur, streaks of brown trailing through it and a large scar that went from his right ear down across his muzzle to the tip of his nose. He was wearing simple leathers, rather primitive looking and lined with a trim white fur. Resting against his shoulder was a heavy battle hammer, hefted up and held at the base by a single hand. He must've been nearing nine feet tall in how he towered over the tiger.

Loukas moved away from the wreckage to clear some distance between where the fight would take palce and the unconcious Clien he'd left behind. He cast a brief look behind him, checking to see if there was any chance of a rescue party coming along. Nothing. The gnoll stopped a small distance away, chin tilted upward and looking down at Loukas in an almost condescending fashion.

"Where's that friend of yours?" Loukas called out, his shield raised in a defensive posture. He kept his eyes darting about, as if expecting someone to jump out from a blind spot at any moment.

"Friend? Ain't no one here but me." came a guttural response from the gnoll. He lifted the hammer from over his shoulder, letting it crash down onto the ground with a loud thud. "Why don'cha move out tha way and let me have yer stuff? Ya can't move it no more." He grinned wide, showing off a sharp row of fangs.

Loukas' tail swished around behind him, flicking wildly at the open air. "Like hell I will." he growled back. He had no idea how he was going to win this fight.

The gnoll clicked his tongue, his grin turning into a mocking frown. "Shame, that." He lifted the hammer back up, "Won't turn down a fight!"

The events that followed was a display of uninterrupted swings and smashes from a weapon Loukas was afraid might crush his skull like a melon if it had the chance to. Armed with nothing but his shield, he did his best to dodge backwards out of the attacks, receiving glancing blows that left his arm ringing from having to block such a tremendous blow.

"Ya ain't fightin' back, kitten. Wha's wif tha'? Ain' no one teach ya righ'?" The gnoll commented in a snarl, "Don' even got a weapon!"

Loukas couldn't respond, not that he particularly wanted to at this point. He was silently hoping that the effort required to swing that massive weapon around would wear his opponent down sooner rather than later. All he had to do was keep dodging and moving out of the way as best he could.

He got briefly distracted when he felt something shift along his backside. More specifically along his ass, a subtle feeling of... looseness. His ears twitched, eyes blinking a single time as he heard an unfortunately familiar ripping noise accenting a particularly long step backwards he took when trying to dodge. He stopped in place, his tail frozen in place as a chill ran along his spine. Much to his relief, or perhaps to a forboding horror, his opponent stopped dead in his tracks as well. There was an awkward pause in what had otherwise been a fight Loukas couldn't catch his breath in. The two of them stood there for what felt like an eternity, with Loukas not daring to move and the gnoll raising a curious brow while he stared the tiger down.

And then there was the wind. As if summoned up by the Gods in mockery of their combat, a particularly strong gust went over the plains, whipping up the tabard Loukas wore and carrying with it the cloth that had torn asunder beneath it, the earlier hole having fought to the last stitch to contain the girthy weight of Loukas' muscular thighs and ass until it could no longer. Both men's faces contorted, one in quick embarassment and the other in hysterical realization.

Loukas quickly lowered his shield down to cover his crotch after just the faintest of glimpses at what lied beneath. It was entirely too late, as the gnoll cackled in a way that only a hyena could muster, the endless barrage of it breaking the tension of their combat and leaving the tiger's ears burning with shame as they pinned backwards. His fur stood up on end, watching as his opponent dropped the hammer down onto the ground, his laughter causing him to clutch at his sides. Loukas' embarassment only ran hotter at the action, giving the slightest twitch of his tail.

The shame quickly turned to anger, and Loukas was no longer thinking straight. He charged outright at the gnoll, using his shield like a battering ram. It didn't take much to clear the distance between them, and with the hammer no longer in the picture he had a straight line shot. There never was a connection, he felt his paws losing grip with the ground and the world suddenly spinning around him. He wasn't even sure how it happened, one second he was inches away from ramming straight into the gnoll's stomach, and the next his muzzle was crashing down into the dirt with the wind knocking free from his lungs. All the struggle went out of him at once, like a candle being put out as the strength left his body.

"This gonna be fun." The gnoll spoke, looking down at the now defeated tiger. He squatted down over Loukas, tilting his head from side to side with his ears flopping against either side of his skull with the motion before reaching out with a rough hand. The tiger's tail was grabbed at the base while he writhed on the ground, lifted up very slowly until he was propped up over the gnoll's right knee. His ass was lifted and adjusted, provocatively displayed with only the thin cloth of the tabard resting over his white furred cheeks. The tiger had never felt so exposed before in his life, a glance over his shoulder revealing a pair of very lecherous eyes and a lolling tongue taking him in like a piece of meat.

Loukas felt a hand caressing over his ass, his eyes going wide as he started to flail against the grasp of his attacker. "W-what the hells?!" He gasped, only to receive a firm slap against his upturned ass. There was a resounding jiggle that came with it, muscle bouncing and tightening up as a response. Every muscle he had clenched at the same time, a stinging jolt running up from his ass and up his spine.

"Reeaaal fun." came that heckling voice again. The gnoll squeezed at the tiger's ass after the firm swat, dragging down and up a few times before he took the cloth tabard and tugged it down between Loukas' thighs. The tiger was forced to feel as it wedged itself between his asscheeks, the gnoll's hand bumping against his balls on the way down. He brought his hand to the gnoll's thigh and tried to pry himself free from the bandit's grip only to have his tail sharply yanked upward with enough force that he found distance between himself and solid ground. The strength the gnoll had was incredible, his heart sank in his chest at the leagues of difference that had been between them this entire time.

"Awfully shiny armor ya got 'ere' kitten," the gnoll's hand ran down Loukas leg. There wasn't much revealed space from where the linen had ripped, only a short journey from his waist to the start of his upper thigh where the rest was covered by metal. The gnoll's claws traced along the black stripes that ran through his otherwise white fur, admiring the incredibly soft feel that the tiger had to him. "Almos' looks new. Never dinged up... no much of a figh'er, are ya?" He teases, his left hand falling down against Loukas' hip and tugging his much smaller opponent up tight against his hip, bent properly over his knee at this point. He used that same arm to press down, keeping the tiger firmly in place while his right hand explored every inch of that big white rump.

Loukas dug his claws into the dirt, "Just let me go already, damnit!" He spat, "You won, take the damned goods and leave." it hurt his pride to say it, but there was really nothing he could do to stop it at this point. Chills ran through his body as one of the gnoll's fingers dipped down the valley between his asscheeks, sliding over where the cloth tabard had been firmly wedged. He felt pressure against his tailhole, cloth rubbing against his puckered star.

"Not before teachin' ya a lesson 'bout the dangers outside cities..." the gnoll replied. Loukas felt the blood drain from his face. "..'Sides, no way this ass is gettin' away from me."

The gnoll's finger left, as did the hand entirely, granting Loukas a few seconds to linger on the words and the absence of anything happening. It didn't last long, soon enough the palm of the gnoll's right hand slapped down on the tiger's ass. Loukas yelped in surprise, his head jerking up giving a renewed sense of urgency to his wiggling. It was no use, a single arm alone was enough to keep him in place, and the gnoll seemed more than thrilled by the way the tiger's ass bounced. He didn't stop after one this time, his hand lifting up and slapping back down on the opposite cheek.

"No weapon... flashin' yer ass at me! Hah! Never wanted a figh' at all, did ya?" came with another blow, the tiger's ass starting to sting more and more with ever resounding 'slap' that echoed in the air around them. "Hey, hey, I've an idea, why don'cha start countin?" The gnoll teased, leaning himself down so that his breath could be felt washing over the tiger's ass. "No?" he cackled when all he got in response was a pained grunt from the next slap.

The pain that was burning inside of Loukas' ass was in his mind just a reminder that he'd failed his very first mission. The only saving grace he felt was that no one was here to witness it. "You bastard.." Loukas grunted, mostly a hiss under his breath. "I lost my- hng, sword.. in the crash! Gah!" his ears folded backwards, giving a flick of his tail with every swat. The gnoll seemed content with their current places, spanking Loukas' muscley ass and drawing out grunts and gasps from the tiger. With no response that came, only the continued cackling laughter that burst out from the gnoll after the occasional hard slap, amusement from how Loukas' back arched and his ass rose up, the tiger merely fell into the rhythm of it. It certainly burned, but after a while it wasn't the worst thing he'd experienced. In comparison to how his pride felt, the physical pain was something that would go away in time- but shame, that would be with him forever. Shame in losing his weapon, shame in letting anger get the best of him, shame in finding himself being degraded by the gnoll. He found it to be unfair that his first opponent had been half-again his height, and with the power and force to match that height. Though at the same time, his ego was less sore that he'd at least lost to someone that could boast being as impressive as his opponent. The gnoll could've lifted him up with one hand, most warriors he knew would be lucky to get out of a fight like that alive.

The longer he was left in his thoughts, the less he noticed the subtle change in the dynamic. The pain was nearly gone, there was just... heat in place of it. A warmth that was spreading out through his ass and making him feel hot to the touch. The heat was accompanied by a dull throbbing sensation that almost felt pleasant all things considered. It wasn't until there was a sudden break in the laughter that he realized what was happening. The gnoll was still spanking him relentlessly, but in place of pained grunts... Loukas heard his own voice come out in a way that startled him. Was he moaning?

"Ya' stopped wigglin', ya' know this is like punishmen', righ'?" The gnoll grinned nearly from ear to ear, his hand stopping and turning to rubbing and squeezing over the tiger's ass. "Not gonna find a nice hard cock if I check, right'?"

Loukas panicked. One quick flex of his groin told him that he was hard as he'd ever been in his life. There was nothing covering the raging hard-on that he had, all the gnoll would've had to do was tilt his head a bit to see it. When had he become aroused by this situation? Why had he become aroused by this situation? "F-fuck..! Fuck!" He gasped out, his eyes frantically looking about as he tried to find a way out of the situtation. He started wiggling, a mistake he regretted immediately when the gnoll's hand slid down dangerously. There was suddenly a firm grip around his balls, squeezing at the smooth leathery sac. He stopped moving immediately, his head turning to look over his shoulder into the dark, lust-filled eyes of the gnoll.

"Ain't nuffin' wrong wif submittin' to the stronges'." the tiger felt his cock throbbing harshly, the gnoll's thumb was brushing back and forth across his taint while the rest of his fingers rolled his heavy nuts around against that rough palm. "S'what the lesson is about, submit in a way that'll get ya out in one piece." he snickers, "Well, almos' one." Loukas let out a low, airy breath as his body relaxed, de-clenching from the sudden grab to his balls. "So, ya' wanna submit?" the question is poised so simply, that Loukas answers almost immediately.

"Yes." He whispers out, not recognizing his own voice when he says it. It sounded meek, with none of the boldness or energy he'd always spoken with. He lets out a sharp hiss as the grip on his balls tightens, squeezing his delicate orbs.

"Come on, kitten. Ain't ya got a voice louder than tha'?"

"Yes..!" the tiger gasps out, his voice raising up indignantly.

"Yes to wha'?" the gnoll grins, enjoying himself far too much.

"I... I want to submit..." Loukas digs his claws into the dirt, both his hands and feet feeling numb at the ends. He couldn't figure out why he was saying what he was saying, but it seemed like the natural thing to do.

"Good, good!" The gnoll starts cackling again, the tiger's balls dropped quickly enough that they give a little bounce between his thighs. The gnoll's hand raises up and slaps the tiger's ass again, drawing out a low moan from his captive. "Now.. when ya' submit, ya' gotta offer somethin' I don' already have..." he looks toward the pile of wreckage where the cart is, letting out a low whistle. "As ya' see, the little rascal already ran off wit' all yer stuff." Loukas looks up in sudden horror, over at where the cart was. It was true. Somehow, in the midst of his fighting with the gnoll and getting his ass spanked, all the goods had been picked up off the ground and were just... missing.

"H-how?" Loukas gasped, his eyes wide in shock.

"Hah! Ain't gonna matter none, but, there was two of us, ya know?" The gnoll's hand squeezed at Loukas' ass, drawing his attention back to the problem that was his in the moment. He was going to lose the merchandise no matter what. "So. What'cha got?" The gnoll's hand runs down the center of Loukas' ass, trailing a finger along the tiger's crack and dipping it down over the cloth tabard pressed down into it. It pressed into the tiger's puckered hole again, rubbing at it in a fashion that made it very clear what the gnoll wanted out of him.

He refused to answer though. It was too much, his eyes clenched shut and he waited for the gnoll to simply violate him for not playing into the sadistic game. Seconds later the pressure on his tailhole pulled away, and so did the grip that was holding his waist firmly in place. Instead he felt both of the gnoll's hands on his ass, fingers sinking into the white fur and prying them apart. "Yer a fighter, ain't'cha?" The gnoll grins. The only thing seperating his asshole from perfect view was the scrunched up cloth, and even then the sides of his pink rim were slightly visible. "Ya ain't gotta say nothin'. Ya can show me." He waited patiently, surprisingly so, his hands squeezing and massaging at the tiger's ass in a way that created a great deal of pleasure. Loukas' cock was drooling, a tendril of precum sliding down the gnoll's thigh.

Loukas presisted as long as he could, what little will power he had fizzling out and melting into the heat that was pouring into him. He slowly lifted his right arm, sliding it back just below his tail and tugging at the tabard. It slid up his ass, running smoothly between his cheeks before it was pulled away entirely, left to drape over his hip. With the gnolls hands firmly planted on his ass, his tailhole was now completely exposed. The tight pink pucker quivered slightly, flexing and winking against the cool air in a sensation the tiger had never felt before.

The gnoll's hands shot down to Loukas' waist, not needing a second invitation to lift the tiger up from his knee and spin him about in the air. The tiger's face landed back in the dirt, between the gnoll's feet, while his ass was hoisted upward until his crotch was resting against the gnoll's chest. His cock slapped against the leather adorning the gnolls breast, while his legs were spread eagle, pinned underneath the gnoll's arms. "I accept yer terms, kitten." he sneered, looking down at what was now 'rightfully' his. The tiger's balls were smushed up in perfect view, a pathway that his tongue traveled up. He licked up Loukas' taint, one long slurp that landed the wet muscle directly across the tiger's asshole and left him squirming. One arm was firmly hooked around Loukas' waist, keeping him in position while the other tugged his tail in an arch along his back to make his ass perk up more. It was effective, with Loukas bending his knees down slightly and spreading himself further. He slid a hand across his maw, trying to stiffle the pleasured gasps that were being forced out of him with every drag of that tongue.

The gnoll's tongue swirled and dragged all around the tiger's hole, leaving it slick with his saliva in a matter of seconds. White fur matted down the tiger's ass, his taint damp, cock spewing thin ropes of precum over the gnoll's armor with every heated throb. He was being teased open, and it felt incredible. He'd never let another man near his ass, let alone what would've been an unspeakable act had he been prompted before. But now this gnoll, this... barbarian that he didn't even know the name of was threatening to plunge inside of him. Every slurp and he felt himself open wider, stretching bit by bit until it finally happened, the gnoll's tongue spreading his rim and delving the first few inches into his ass.

"Oh Gods!" Loukas moaned, pleasure running through his groin like a fire in his veins. The gnoll was sloppy, wet, and loud. The squelching that started to come from his ass made his face burn, an embarassing noise that he'd could only describe as 'ravenous.' The gnoll lapped and slurped, his tongue diving in every new inch that he could get the tiger's ass to give him and then searching for more. It was along this method of a vicious tongue fucking that the gnoll came across the tiger's prostate, a spot unknown to the tiger but one the gnoll was keen on abusing. Every long stroke drew a long moan from the tiger's maw, his eyes glazing over with a hazy bliss. He wasn't going to last much longer, not with that dextrous tongue spreading him open so hungrily. He began to tremble, his asshole squeezing around the gnoll's tongue while his breath grew ragged and heavy. The tiger's cock twitched against the leather that covered the gnoll's chest, already smeared with his precum as it were. Just before he was awarded that sweet release though, the gnoll pulled back, tongue withdrawing from his ass in a slow languid motion that nearly made Loukas whine from the lack of stimulation suddenly present on his very needy back door.

"S'a nice tight hole ya got." The gnoll sneered, his tongue dragging along his muzzle and licking off the drool that had pooled down around his chin from his adventure between the tiger's muscled asscheeks. "Wan' to change tha'?" He pushed Loukas off of him, a careless but not overly aggressive motion. The tiger landed flat on his back, letting out a quiet grunt from the motion. He didn't have long to process what was being asked of him as the gnoll was removing his lower armor, tossing leathers aside until at last he was faced with the bandit's pride. Loukas' eyes widened, half in awe and half in fear. The gnoll's cock stood like a pillar between his legs, a massive tool that bobbed slightly in the breeze while pulsing with the beat of his heart. It may have been twice as big as Loukas' own, both in length and possibly girth, more akin to a small man's arm than a cock by any regards. Hanging just below, the gnoll's balls were loose in their leathery pouch, large enough that they could've filled out Loukas' palm and still had overflow.

The gnoll climbed on top of Loukas, his shadow covering the tiger and putting the differences in their sizes to true perspective. "Wha'cha think?" He pushes his hips forward so that his cock bumped into the tiger's own, rubbing their dicks together very slowly. He could've forced himself on Loukas at any moment, but he was more interested in getting the tiger to admit that he wanted what was to come next. "Ya wan' a big, strong warrior to breed tha' sloppy pink hole o' yers? S'a real cute one. Bet yer ass would look even cuter after my cocks done wif it." The gnoll spoke in a low rasp of a voice, his hands trailing down Loukas body. His hips continued to work their dicks together, feeling the steady thrum of the tiger's cock as it jumped and twitched against his own, edging with every second that passed. His hands gripped under Loukas' knees, slowly lifting up and pushing them toward the tiger's chest. Loukas didn't resist in the slightest, giving in as he was folded into the compromising position. He felt how it exposed him, his ass spreading and leaving his tailhole flexing against the open air, exceptionally cool with the saliva that soaked his fur around the sensitive rim. He felt himself tremble again though, looking down at the mammoth sized cock that was pushing over his own. Being in this position while still wearing his armor was uncomfortable, everything shifting and pinching him in a couple places.

"It'll never fit..!" Loukas gasped, admitting finally. "There's... there's no way!" he stammered along, his eyes fixated on the gnoll's cock. He imagined himself being torn in half by something as big as that.

"Hah!" the gnoll snorted, a short bought of laughter leaving his maw. "Ain't tha' the fun part?" Having grown bored of waiting after that point, he pulled his hips back and pressed the head of his cock against Loukas slick asshole. "Gonna count, then. Iffin' yer not beggin' fer this cock by three, gentle's gonna be outta the question." he let out a snicker, lips curling back into a deviant grin. "One..." he started, his brow raising expectantly.

Loukas felt his heartbeat accelerate in his chest. His awe and fear were clashing with either relentlessly. The idea of the gnoll bearing down on him with his full force was one that surely he should've thought mad. He'd felt that strength earlier, how easily he was lifted off the ground by his tail alone. Not to mention his ass still stung from the beating the gnoll's palm had given him. There shouldn't have been any question about what he should have done.

"Two..." the gnoll trailed off, wiggling his ears and grinning even wider. He pushed his hips forward threateningly, letting Loukas feel the pressure on his tailhole. The pink rim spread open slightly, pressing inward from the slippery mess that the gnoll had left. It was a playful gambit, toying with the tiger to get him to say some manner of debauchery. The tiger looked between the gnoll's crotch and face, wild-eyed frenzy that looked like he was about to speak. His lips parted, then closed, clenching down on his jaw. He didn't speak, the prospect of what might happen if he didn't was becoming more appealing by the second. The gnoll had already done so much, and he'd found pleasure in every drop of it.

The gnoll paused, his grin fading and turning into a brief look of confusion. "Three...?" he said skepitcally, looking down at the tiger with a tilt of his head. He stared for a long second, and when there was no rebuttle that came, the gnoll's eyes lit up like sparks. "Yer really lookin' to get wrecked, ain't ya? Three!" He growled, his hands pushing up on Loukas' knees, the force of which lifted the tiger's ass uptoward to an angle, hovering above the dirt road a bit. He'd been expecting the tiger to take the easy route, a quick bout of fucking that left the two of them spent. The idea of the white furred male might actually be wanting to get completely wrecked by the gnoll nearly sent him snarling into a frenzy. His hips pushed, a gnoll of his word, and with mercy out of the question.

Loukas' head dropped back against the dirt, "Fuuuuuuh..!" he gasped out, an airy puff of breath. What must've been half of the gnoll's cock pushed into him in one fast stroke, stretching his hole open to an impossible diameter. His saliva slick chute didn't have a chance, his muscles squeezing down around the gnoll's dick like a vice. There was no moment's rest, immediately he had that monstrous cock sliding out of him and plunging back in, the next few inches making their appearance as the gnoll aimed to fuck to the hilt in the first few thrusts. "Shit, shit..!" he moaned, a heavy set of balls clapping against his ass from the force of the gnoll's hips. It made his whole body shake, armor clanking together with every jerking motion.

It might've been pure trauma to his prostate that sparked it, the tiger's cock erupting in thick spurts of cum. Long jets of white sprayed across the tiger's armor, his dick bouncing and jerking between his legs wildly, making a mess out of everything in it's path. The gnoll fucked him straight through the climax, the hilt of his cock pressing into Loukas' asshole and stretching the tiger open wide, what must've been the absolute brink of his body's flexibility in every regard. Loukas' eyes rolled back, letting out long groans of pleasure that sounded vaguely disgruntled with the rapid plunge of the gnoll's cock. He didn't even think about the implications that he bathing himself in his own cum despite his dick never being touched, instead it was entirely through the monster of a gnoll that had been dominating his ass solely.

"C'mon...! Beg fer it, dammit!" The gnoll slurred, a resounding clap echoing around the road from the force of his balls colliding with the tiger's ass. "Beg me to fill yer ass!"

In his pleasured hazed, the inhibition fell away entirely. He finally gave in, one harsh swallow before his lips parted. "Fuck me..! Fill my hole up with your cum..!" having given the gnoll what he wanted finally, the brute started to ruthlessly hammer his hips down on Loukas ass. The tiger's ass bounced harshly with every clap of their bodies, the gnoll's cock starting to create loud squelching noises as precum that had been ozing into the tiger's ass started to squish out around his gaped rim, making his passage all the more slick.

"Fuck yeah!" the gnoll shouted in jubilation, his balls starting to tighten up. The words rang blissfully in his ears, driving his cock in and out of the tiger's ass with reckless abandon. Heat surged through his loins and he started to drain his balls into the willing tiger, flooding what room there was in the tiger's guts in an instant. Gnoll jizz squirted out around the sides of his cock, oozing out of the tiger's battered rim with every thrust.

Loukas felt that his submission was truly complete the moment he felt that first jet of warmth, a sexual awakening that made him feel like he was in the position he truly belonged. All the shame and embarassment that he'd felt in this encounter was still present, burning under his fur with the thought that he'd let this happen to him in the first place, and that he'd enjoyed it. What little of his pride in being a warrior remained only in the thought that he was beneath someone stronger, that the flood of gnoll cum that was marking his ass was nothing more than the natural order of things.

The gnoll shoved his cock deep one last time, slamming himself to the hilt and burying the entirety of his dick into the tiger's ass. He kept his grip on Loukas' legs firm, securing their position while the last few contractions of his nuts drained deep into the tiger. "Ain't no 'ard feelin's, kitten?" the gnoll cackled, barely seeming winded at all by the act. Loukas on the other hand barely looked coherent, a tendril of drool slipping free from his mouth while his cock did much the same, leaking onto his armor that was already stained over with his own cum. "Hah! Ya wan' to learn anythin' else, ya come find me again." He started to slowly pull out, a copious amount of cum oozing out with every inch of his cock until finally the head popped free with a gutteral squelch. He looked down at his handiwork, the tiger's hole gaped open and twitching, a river of the gnoll's seed trailing out of the now reddened rim. "S'always better lookin' afterward." He grins, letting go of Loukas' legs finally. He quickly wipes his cock off on the tiger's tabard, smearing his cum across it before moving down and rubbing some of it into the fur on Loukas' thighs, leaving white streaks across his black stripes.

The tiger's limbs fall flat, panting heavily on the ground where he was left and not doing much of moving. His fur stood up, nerve endings feeling euphorically aflame in the afterglow. He only started paying attention when the gnoll's hand curled around the base of his nutsac and pulled his balls taut in their sac.

"Ain't ya listenin'?" He snorted, sounding a little irritated. He kept his grip on the tiger's balls, using his free hand to lightly tap at them in a threatening manner.

"Y-yes..!" Loukas gasped, his knees curling upward from the strange sensation running through his nuts. He was quickly released after saying that, and the gnoll went over to collect his belongings and start heading off in the direction presumably his partner had also scurried off to. Loukas was starting to remember the real reasons that he'd been out here to begin with, the failure of his mission dawning on him. He brought a hand up to his forehead, covering his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

"'Ey," he suddenly heard the gnoll call out to him from some distance away. Loukas propped himself up just in time to see a small satchel land in the dirt. "More than ya were gettin', I betcha." he said before vanishing down into the tall grass. An impressive feat for someone as large as he is.

Loukas moved over and picked up the satchel, feeling the gnoll's cum dripping down his thighs with the motion. He opened it up and his jaw nearly hit the ground, the glittering shine of platinum coins illuminating the dark contents of the satchel.

At least he could afford to replace his trousers now.