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Lheesi and I were wallowing in our own personal hells, and this outsider that had come for our rites wasn't helping things any. We'd been looking forward to this for so long, but now that it was here why did things have to get so complicated?

Our morning had been a victory. Blooded! Who would have thought it? We'd taken our first kill, and the tribe would finally recognize us! After weeks of laying traps, finally our skirmishing party had caught a band of merchants and their guards unaware. Three guards for a whole caravan? Leader had called it a joke. All the way across the Dry Gulch with only three guards? That is made for laughing, and no one can laugh like a gnoll. We had cackled as they'd driven into the wagon train. Now the clan had fresh horse meat for stew, three new slaves for the market, and bolts upon bolts of cloths and silks.

Best of all, my twin brother and I had been blooded for the first time. I remembered the taste and feel of it, running over my tongue and spurting against my front as I bit into one of the guards' necks. I'd already impaled the human on his spear, but the bloodlust had taken me. My brother told him a similar tale, of how he had caught one of the merchants attempting to flee and clawed his face until there was no face left.

Our leader had told the tribe of our blooding, and as of High Sun, both of us were to be named adults! We'd been denied baths--the blood would dry on our fur and they would wear it through the night as we were shown the rites. The clanmothers had laughed at us--as was their privilege--as we'd shown their throats and pledged our lives and deaths to the clan. And now, this night, we would learn the rites.

I at least had an inkling of what was going to happen. Even the best-kept secrets in the tribe were liable to spread from male to male, adult to juvenile to child. Everyone knew that on your Night of Nights, you would be given one of the tribe's slaves to learn the pleasuring of females. It was better if enthusiastic youth learned on a non-gnoll, someone whose scars wouldn't shame the tribe. And if something did happen during the Night, the newly adult gnoll might owe the clan just the blood-price for a dead slave, rather than the shame of being put in their place by one of the clanmothers. I'd had been anticipating it, and from the way my brother was jittering on the bench next to me, I had the feeling that Lheesi had been, too.

So why, on their Night of Nights, when we should have been gifted one of the slaves for the evening, why were we instead here with this outsider--this gnoll of another tribe? She had a slave, sure. A cute little ratling girl, bound in a heavy collar and a chain leash that the outsider held. Maybe we were meant to share the slave? I glanced at my brother. If that was the case, I hoped I'd get her first. Would I have to fight my brother for it? Lheesi and I were close. I hoped it didn't come to that.

<Wrong, Ik. Draw it again.> The gnolless--the outsider--tugged at the chain and the little rat girl was pulled off balance from where she knelt. She held a brush in one hand, and in the other she had a white paint--bone dust ground up with egg--and was daubing it on the wooden floor of the tribe hut where the twins waited. Outside, the moon had risen though it was barely past dusk. The rat let out a strangled gasp as the heavy collar tugged her head to the side, but a moment later she righted herself. With the palm of her hand she wiped one side of the sigil she was drawing, then began that part again.

<While the girl finishes her sigil, attend to me, You-Who-Would-Be. Give to me your names, so I may speak them to your consort.> The foreign clanmother asked us, still facing away.

<Rahka.> I said.

<Lhees.> My brother said at the same time. Both of us paused. I waited for him to say his name, while he did the same for me. In the end, we both waited in uncomfortable silence that only the clanmother broke with a laugh.

The gnoll turned around and faced us. When she'd arrived, she'd worn chain and plate, but here in the hut she had stripped, and now we saw her in her matriarchal glory. Spots dotted her thick pelt, and her head lifted dominantly above her curved neck. She bore three pairs of teats down her front, pert in the glory of a mother who had never nursed her young. Between her legs, her Mothers' Penis--which all females of the tribes bore--dangled low, putting both of my brother and I to shame with its ebony length. I had the urge to show his throat and plead subservience, but tonight was my Night of Nights. I had earned all I was about to be given. Still, her smile was unsettling.

<Your clanmothers see greatness in you two. Rahka, your cruelty and craft in battle has been noted by your leader.> I nodded at her. She turned to my brother and continued. <Lheesi, your strength has brought you glory. The clanmothers read the bones. They knew you would be blooded today, and so they called on me to come see to your rites. Know this: the rites you receive tonight mark you as Reavers of your tribe, males destined to become great slayers. This is an honor, and requires a better breed of initiation than the feeble merchant's get you captured.>

Impertient and eager, Lheesi stared at the ratling slave that the outsider had brought. <Her? She looks like she'd break in half between my brother and I.> He licked his lips, in clear anticipation of that particular act. I tried not to spend too much time glancing to the side as my brother stiffened from his sheath half-way.

The gnolless squinted. <No. She is mine, and is more useful to me alive than she would be as the corpse you two would leave behind. Don't think I see your lust. That will serve you well, but remember to temper it with your greed. Both cannot co-exist. The slave you kill today is the slave you can't fuck tomorrow and sell the day after. Since you are so eager, instead your brother will go first.>

Next to me, I felt Lheesi glower. However, this gnolless was a clanmother--even if it wasn't our clan--and to disobey would be to admit still being a child. With his muzzle clamped shut to prevent any further mistakes from falling out of it, Lheesi's rigid anticipation sunk again into his sheath.

<That's better. No, instead, I am summoning a much more fitting consort for the two of you--something or someone that you can boast about to your tribe. If, that is, you don't instead wish to hoard the memories to yourself to remind you of glorious days, when all you have left to warm your night is the slave you captured that day. I am Eeheki, paladin of the dark mother, and on this Night of Nights, I welcome Clan Forsha's newest reavers, the twins Rahka and Leesa>

<Lheesi> I heard my brother complain.

Eeheki glanced over with an aloof smile. <I haven't heard you apologize to my slave yet.>

Lheesi bristled, then bowed his head. He spoke in common--a strange tongue to his lips. "I apologize, Ik. You are certainly a suitable slave for my brother and I to fuck into our adulthood tonight, but I recognize that you are not ours to use."

Ik responded in common. "Should my mistress wish it, I would have willingly given myself. However, I accept your apology."

Eeheki cackled. <Good enough. Rahka and Lheesi. Now stay back, you two. This may get juicy.> The gnoll mother tugged at the chain, and the rat girl--Ik she'd been called--fell away from the sigil she'd finshed.

<Much better, girl. Are you ready?>

Ik glanced at the circle she'd drawn nervously. <Must I, mistress?>

The chain rattled, and the rat girl stumbled forward into the clanmother's hands. <Disobedience? Are you so eager for punishment, slave?> Eeheki growled at the little ratling. In return, Ik's ears fell, but not before I could see the coloration brilliant in their webbing. The girl was blushing.

<You are, you little imp.> Eeheki smiled at the rat girl. <You could do this all on your own, couldn't you?>

Ik averted her gaze.

<Well, who am I to refuse when little Ik wants to be used?> Eeheki lifted the rat girl aloft in a single hand, with clawed fingers around her midsection. The ratling shivered in the grasp. If I didn't know any better, I'd have guessed the slave was looking forward to this.

<Bone of victims, pulled from their corpses.> Eeheki chanted over the sigil drawn on the floor. I saw a jump between her legs, as her Mothers' Penis throbbed. She extended a claw and dragged it down the ratlings leg. A brilliant red rivulet of blood dripped down the slave's foot and pattered onto the dusty wood in the middle of the drawn mark. <Blood of the servant, forcefully taken.>

The ratling gasped. I could see she was biting her lip. The gnolless continued. <Unclean waters, unwillingly shed.> Then Eeheki leaned forward. Ik leaned her head back, showing her throat, and the gnoll took it. Teeth parted around the ratling's neck and squeezed. For a moment I wondered if the clanmother wanted to snuff out the slave herself, but a moment later, I saw the rat girl's body shiver again. Her knees crossed defiantly, but her mistress let out a growl and bit harder.

A squeak echoed around the tribe hut, and Ik's legs fell limp. Her belly shuddered, and her tail wrapped around one of her legs, where the tip twitched. As if she could no longer refuse her mistress, the rat finally let go. A spatter of liquid joined the blood at the center of the sigil, followed by rivulets, and then a gush as the ratling released her bladder. It streamed down her fur and dripped from her toes. I had the same response that my brother did, and even the clanmother was bobbing between her legs. That was the smell of panic and of submission.

The ratling spread her legs. Now that it'd begun, it appeared she couldn't make it stop. That is, until the gnolless released her fangs and reached up between the ratlings legs. Long, agile fingers slid beneath her tail and into the leaking slit. <Enough. The ritual only needs a few drops. Save the rest for your mistress.>

Ik looked discomforted--even more so than she had when the sharp teeth were at her neck and the jaws were closing off her air. But true to the Clanmother's request, the spray stopped. I had never seen one of Eeheki's stature treat a slave so kindly. It seemed antithetical to the dark mother's teachings. But perhaps having a willing slave was useful, too. One that did your bidding without having to be beaten into it.

<Come, Thelexaniakorishtarnah!> The voice echoed around the tribe hut, as if it had arrived from every direction--not at once but at slightly discordant times. Firelight stuttered. Stars blinked out in the open windows. The sigil on the floor, half-obscured by the pool of blood and tinted yellow from the urine, turned charcoal black.

The wooden floor seemed to fall away, as if it had rotted through to show a tunnel beneath. A rotating, infinite tunnel of fire and smoke. A body, twisted and warped on four legs, began to take form. Bones and sinew and fur took shape, filled with the fires of the nine hells and wreathed in a sickly aura of sulfur smell. The demon took the form of a hound. Muscled and fierce, with horns like those of a goat and embers glowing in its muzzle. The hellhound lifted its head--her head--and growled.

"FROM THE DEPTHS OF STYGIA, I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED! WHO DARES SPEAK MY NAME? I, THE DAUGHTER-SPAWN OF SYLITHEQUENARASA, AND WHO--" The hellhound's eyes focused, and its demonic visage smoothed into the happy dog flop of seeing a friend. "Oh. Hi Eeheki!"

"Rishie. Good to see you again, girl." Eeheki said. Through all of the evening, I had only heard her speak in the gnoll tongue. It seemed the clanmother only ventured into common for someone she respected--like a demon dog.

The hellhound bounced around inside the summoning circle, splashing in the ratling urine like an excited puppy. "Okay, okay, okay, I know I'm not supposed to drop the demon act, but you only summon me for the best stuff, 'heki! What is it today? Gonna torch down a village? Need me to rain hellfire on some human army? Ooh, oooh, I know, do we lay seige to a sultan's keep? I've been working on my teleporting, and I swear I can get you inside with only minimal losses this time!" She yammered on excitedly.

The gnolless stepped forward. Her foot scratched across the wood and broke the circle. Rishie jumped from her damp cell and put forepaws up on Eeheki's belly. The clanmother reached down to stroke the ears just behind the demonic horns, while the excitable demon dog breathed a cloud of brimstone up at her summoner and made a little excited puddle of her own.

"Actually, Rishie, I brought you here tonight for a much more serious rite. These two young warriors were first blooded today, and tonight we welcome them into the tribe as reavers. You know what that means, don't you?"

For the first time, the hellhound turned her head to acknowledge Lhees and mei The cinder-yellow eyes narrowed and a smile spread across the demon's snout. "Oooh, does that mean I get to break them?"

"I'm sure they think it'll be the opposite, dear. Do let them try." Eeheki patted the hellhound's flank, then, with the ratling girl's chain clinking in her hand, she retired to a corner of the hut.

I was first, wasn't I? I stood from the bench, ready. Was I supposed to fight the demon? Was that the trial--to prove my strength to the tribe? Clanmother's words made me think I didn't have this quite right, though. Break me? The hellhound loped towards me, still leaving urine-and-blood colored paw-prints on the wood. I growled, and the demonic dog swooned.

"Oh, he's a fierce one. Going fo fight me, brave warrior?" She taunted. I could feel her laughing. Some of the red descended. She turned tail and swayed her rump at me, so I pounced and bit.

"So eager! That's right! Claw me up. What did you say his name was, Eeheki?" The demon asked, almost casually as I clamped my jaws over her neck.

"That one's Rahka. He's the younger of the twins, but I think that makes him the smarter one."

I bit as hard as I could. I felt the pelt part beneath my jaws, but no blood sprang forth. I raked at the hound's sides, but her hide closed behind my claws as if she'd never been touched. The hound laughed, and I felt her tail bump my sheath as I crouched over her. "That's right, Rahka. Bite harder. Oooh, feel that? Being rough is getting you all hard, isn't it?" The hound taunted. She wasn't wrong. I'd used to be embarrassed when I got hard during sparring, but the warriors I'd joined on the raid showed me that they all did that. It was warrior's blood keeping them erect while they slashed and bit.

But before tonight, I'd only guessed what that was for. We weren't supposed to do what the other warriors did after a fight--not until we'd been blooded and earned it. Which, today, had come true. And now, as I bit and clawed and growled at this cheeky hell hound beneath me, she showed me what I'd been missing all this time.

"There we go, feel that? Big, brave warrior. Going to eat me up, huh?" She was still mocking me, but I didn't care. Oh, goddess of the bloody night that felt good as something slicked up my rigid cocktip, squeezing around my head and threatening to slip off if I didn't push. So I did. Claws dug in and teeth pulled back as I thrust.

Rishie let out a happy bark. I felt hot, demonic flesh squeezing around my shaft. Liquid dripped from my balls, slimy and slick from where my thrust had freed it from the evil hound's twat. It was pleasure unlike any of my forays into self-satisfaction had ever yielded. Slick and wet, the sensation of the feral dog around my shaft made me shudder and giggle around the mouth-full of her impervious hide. Temperature spiked high as she ground her cunny back against my sheath, the smooth sensation of her sex even kissing the fuzzy pouch in her eager battle to feel all of me.

A warrior must have stamina, but after only three or four seconds in the tainted heavens that was the hellhound's sex, I came. It was forceful and gushing, full of the anticipation and need I had worked up through the whole day, ever since the blood had run down my belly.

"Not so bad, Rahka." The demon crooned at me as my jaws loosened. "Stronger warriors have seeded their trousers just at the sight of me."

With that, she lifted with her hindlegs and tilted me backwards. I slipped out of her with a torrent of my own cum, flowing and then dripping from her Y-shaped spade onto my crotch. She took a delicate step to the side, and her tail went up towards my brother.

<It's not a competition, Lheesi. But do you think you ban beat your brother?> Eeheki joined the taunting. It wasn't a competition, except when it was. And it was, now. He stepped forward as I tried to gather my wits on the ground. I levered myself up to my knees as he crouched over the demoness.

He turned his head to me, and I looked into his eyes as he tried to find his place. He'd watched me thrust, and then blow in just seconds. He was already throbbingly hard as his blunt tip sought the hellhound's creamy entrance. Gnoll cock glanced off of the slick flesh I knew would squeeze him so tightly, and I saw him bounce up into the air with droplets of my cum staining his shaft.

<Hells. Fuck. No, no, no. Shit.> He growled to himself, and I saw that Rishie's taunting had been no idle boast. There must have been some demonic glamour in her allure, because just the touch of hellhound flesh to his cocktip made his cock pulse. He pulled back for another try, and he'd almost found the bitch's spade when his first jet of gnoll spunk jetted out to decorate Rishie's hindlegs. She sat back with an audible grunt, sliding the twitching shaft deep into her cunt so she could at least enjoy the remainder of my brother's peak.

<Poor. I said the younger one was better.> Eeheki remarked. I glanced over. The clanmother was watching us, as if appraising our performance. Maybe she was. I knew that warriors boasted about every part of their body--from the way their muscles flexed to the way they bit their prey, to the way their erect cocks looked when dripping blood, to how obedient they were to the clanmothers. Why wouldn't they boast about how well they fucked feral demon hounds on their initiation night?

But if she was there to judge us, she clearly wasn't an impartial, distant party. She sat silently, other than her remarks, while the ratling girl rode her Mothers' Penis. It plunged into the girl's tight slit, so rigid and long that I could see a bump in the ratling's belly when she sat down. I could see the benefits to having a willing slave at this point. What I wouldn't give to have her during those boring nights, listening to clan stories the elders told. If I could have someone sitting in my lap like that!

Lheesi teetered backwards, just like I had, and our combined mess leaked from the hellhound. A soft cackling came from the corner. Eeheki was laughing at us. As was her right as a clanmother, but it still stung. She lifted Ik from her shaft by the neck, and the ratling shivered. All of her unclean waters, saved from the rites, splashed down into the clanmother's lap. Fear and submission, as the ratling gave herself to the gnolless. As if accepting the rat girl's submission, Eeheki lowered her back down, and even though Ik was still pissing all over the clanmother's belly, the glistening Mothers' Penis slid right back up into her without resistance.

Even before the hellhound approached me again, I was feeling the need rise back up from my sheath and tapping against my belly. I think she meant to lick me, but I wasn't going for poor substitutes. I'd had tongue--mostly my own--and while it was nice enough, it was nothing like that un-divine flesh beneath the demon's tail. I knew my teeth and claws couldn't mar her hide, but she still had a physical form and a body, so when I grabbed her tail and yanked, she turned.

"I see why you like them. These boys know what they want!" Rishie quipped. I felt gooey cum leaking out around my cock as I pushed into her spade again. The fact that some of it was my brothers didn't bother me. We were close as two gnolls could be. It took an expert--or someone who'd been told what to look for--to tell the difference between us. We fought, sure. I'd given him the nick in the ear he still bore, and the scar on my thigh was his to claim. But he was my brother, and it only felt natural to share our first slick bitch between us.

Since I'd already cum once, the slick walls around my shaft didn't have me throbbing in seconds. She yelped as I tugged her tail backwards, then hissed under her breath when she felt what I was doing. I let it flow, my own unclean waters filling her sex before washing back over my balls and dripping onto the wooden floor beneath us.

Her head went back, and dare I presume that I was giving this demoness some pleasure of her own? She bit at the air as I lifted her hindlegs, spreading them and pulling her back until her spade met my sheath, separated only by the frequent cascade of my piss soaking her thighs. The liquid ran down her belly and gathered on her tiny belly-teats, forming drops and dripping into the puddle I was making. I fucked her through my release, the force of my thrusting causing my testicles to swing up underneath her and slap against the urine-soaked short fur over her crotch.

<Come on, brother. Finish so I can have my turn.> Lheesi growled at me. I felt his hand on my arm. He was bouncing against his belly again as he watched me defile the demoness' snatch. Could it be defiled further? She was a demon. Surely I wasn't the first gnoll to piss in her. But it was an enjoyable fantasy, imagining that this was some pure, untainted sex that was now soaked and dripping with my piss.

<You had your turn. Didn't even last until you were inside her.> I grumbled at my brother.

He growled back. I felt claws on my arm as he paced behind me. <So give me another turn at her so I can feel her inside!>

I cackled at him, and he cackled back. In defiance of his demand, I pulled and thrust at the hellhound on my shaft. Urine dripped from my balls and I felt myself twitching inside the hound. Lheesi grappled against my back, and though I stumbled, I didn't release my hold on Rishie's legs. My brother tugged and twisted, trying to get me away from the hellhound twat I was fucking. <Not until I've finished!>

<Then I'll take my own turn early!> Lheesi bit at my ear. Claws dug into my sides, and I felt him tug me backwards. The rigid pride I'd seen bobbing against his belly battered at my tail. Then as I thrust into the hellhound I had a grip on, I felt my brother grip my tail, and he slid up into me. I turned to bite at him, but he held tight. He throbbed inside me. It wasn't wholly unpleasant, but it wasn't what I wanted.

I let Rishie go, and she hopped clear as I spun in Lheesi' grasp to claw at him. He tugged free of my tail end with a slurp I felt more than heard. He bore down on me, and we both went down to the floor. I felt the puddle I'd made splash beneath my shoulders as my brother wrestled me. While we struggled, I wasn't completely unaware of the fact that our dicks, wet from their individual recent conquests, jousted against our bellies as we struggled for superiority.

<Stop it!> Eeheki growled from her corner. Both of us stopped and looked over. Clanmother glowered at us in disapproval as the ratling slave eagerly rode her cock. Ik's whole midsection was soaked. As if paying no mind to the rat girl riding her, Eeheki continued. <Save your blood for your enemies. You are brothers.>

"Anyway, why fight over me when you can both have me at the same time?" Rishie crooned and pushed herself between the two of us. My brother throbbed against me. I could feel a dribble of his excitement anoint my own cock as it dripped from his tip.

The two of us had no hesitation. We slid slicky against each other as his hands pulled the eager bitch into place. I felt soft, yielding flesh against my tip, and I thrust in to the hilt. I expected Lheesi to follow me, but he held himself outside for a moment. A moment later, I felt why. My brother's own waters cascaded from the bitch's undertail and spade, dripping down around my shaft and pooling beneath my hips. I didn't care. He was my brother. What was mine was his, as long as he let me take my turn, first. On the outward stroke my cock slid against his, and I felt the way his piss-channel stayed pronounced and rigid as he soaked us. When I pushed in next, he joined me. The feel of his spray disappeared, and his cock felt slick--as if I was feeling it through a thin barrier rather than rubbing directly against it. Then I realized he'd gone up under Rishie's tail as I'd taken her spade. His hands joined mine on the bitch's sides, and together we pulled her back against our crotches.

Our rhythm was unpracticed. Sometimes as I was pushing in, I'd feel his cock sliding free. A few thrusts later, we were synchronized and pushing deep as one. His breath was hot on my face as he panted, leaning over the hound just inches from my muzzle as we fucked her. He opened his eyes, and I looked into them. He was close. So was I. Agreed but unspoken, we leaned up towards each other. I bit his shoulder, and he closed his teeth around the far side of my neck. I felt blood filling my mouth and dripping down over my back. I don't know which of us it'd come from. Through the thin barrier between us, I felt the bottom of his cock swell as cum travelled up its length. I was only seconds behind. Between us, Rishie let out a warbling yowl and pressed herself back to get as much gnoll cum as she could inside her.

I throbbed and squirted and came until I thought I had none left to give. I felt Lheesi breathing raggedly around my neck, wheezing as his body shuddered in orgasm. When his jaws relented and let me go, I returned the favor. Both of us would have some new scars to show off now, brother-given. He slumped to the side, rolling onto his back next to me.

Rishie pranced around us as we recovered. Then the bitch strode up onto my chest. Her hindlegs squatted, and she messily watered both of our crotches, mixed with little driblets of my cum as she urinated. She ran her demonic twat against our members in turn as she released herself against our bellies, but at least for the moment we were spent.

"Eeheki, I think I broke them!" The hellhound whined.

"Don't complain." The gnoll remonished her. The matriarch stood from her stoop in the corner, lifting her slave from her length as she did so. "They will be ready for you in a few minutes. They are still mortal."

The hellhound looked back at the two brothers with an uncertain air. "I think maybe we should give them a little while alone."

Eeheki grunted. She pulled Ik around, and the ratling girl was almost fast enough to catch the clanmother's cocktip in her mouth before the matriarch's gushing orgasm sprayed out across her face. I was watching, and couldn't quite tell what the liquid was. Maybe that was piss too. I wasn't sure what other liquid females had to squirt, but I promised myself that the next time I was with a gnoll female that wasn't my superior, I'd find out. Idly, I wondered if there were gnoll girls that didn't outrank me. I also promised myself that I'd find that out, too.

<Unbecoming of warriors> The gnolless growled as Ik gulped around her shaft to keep up with the volume. She almost succeeded, with only a dribble running down her chin.

"Oh, take that stick out of your ass, Eeheki. Let the brothers bond. You can't say they weren't fierce." The hound wriggled, as if she were reliving the 'mauling' she'd gotten.

The matriarch shrugged, then nodded. This time in common, clearly for the hellhound's benefit, she muttered, "Oh, alright. None of my business what the warriors do as long as they fight well and bring home riches and slaves. Until next time, you wanton temptress."

"Save some of that cock for me next time, Ik. I want your mistress inside me first if she's going to keep feeding me to the newbies." Rishie taunted. An arcane phrase filled the tribe hut, and with a snap of her fingers, Eeheki banished the demoness back to her realm.

"Swallow and make yourself presentable, Ik. Uff, you smell like a battlefield. Perfect." The chain rattled, and matriarch and slave exited the room.

My brother turned his head to me. I heard a soft giggle beneath his breath. His body shifted, and I felt his tail against my belly. I took his offer. He growled as I pushed into him, but his rump rode me right back to my soaked crotch. I throbbed, and he squeezed around me. He wasn't as nice as that tight demonic snatch we'd both ridden, but even though there was no hellish magic pleasuring me, there was something satisfying about hearing his breathing as I thrust. When I came, he pushed his head against my neck. For the moment, neither of us bit.

I returned the favor after I felt recovered. This time I felt no discomfort at all as my brother throbbed within me. His hands on my hips bared no claws. I stiffened again as he thrust, and rather than mock me, he ducked his head and took me into his muzzle as I felt him pulse and begin to squirt.

He pleasured me with his muzzle, then I rubbed my nose against his nuts until he came across my face. We took a break then, telling stories of our first kills to each other as we drank from the gourds the tribe had left for us. He stood, and I held his sheath while he pissed over my ears. I pulled him in with my tongue and swallowed around him until he was too rigid to pee again, and this time he came down my throat. When I was feeling the drink fill my bladder, he lifted tail again, and I filled his rump once--then again moments later as I fucked him. My urine ran down his legs as I humped it out of him, until I finally came once more.

By that time, the sun had begun to rise. We knew the expectations. We were warriors. We were gnolls. We stood facing each other. He braced, and I slashed my claws across his chest. Blood trickled down through his fur as he returned the favor on me. It stung, but it was necessary. We embraced, and for the second time that night our needs awoke and slapped against each other as our combined life essence dripped down from our chest over them.

We emerged from the tribe hut to the glee of our clanmothers--Eeheki was not among them. Our bodies were soaked and bloodied, both new and old. We stood rigid and proud from our sheaths, bathed in red, in honor of our mothers and in eagerness for battle. Side by side, we brothers stood while the other warriors of our tribe celebrated our adulthood and rubbed pigments into our wounds. Equal honor was given to scars gained in mating as those in battle, for what is love if not war? A ceremonial breakfast was held for us, the tribe's newest Reavers.