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The lands between the Kingdom of Im and Chalaco, known as the Morag Highlands, a place where the snow of Chalaco and the lush green forests of Im connected. To say it was a trade route would be a misnomer. It was about as much of a trade route as a few disconnected roads that lead to The Grand Fort could be. Said fort existed for about a thousand years to keep the two kingdoms from trying to beat each other to death. It also acted as the way for goods to be moved to and from each respective nation, and for Jean Baptiste, it was where he was hoping to sell his sword for some coin. Jean was a mercenary, a blade for hire and, in his opinion, a damn good one. The Fort was often the place where merchants hired out mercenaries for protection, and they were often willing to pay high for protection from the bandit groups that existed in the area. He had just finished a job where he was hired to escort a merchant from Im back home and now he was heading back to the fort to get another job.

He looked at the coin purse that hung on his hip and smiled. The merchant had paid a good amount of money to travel, and while it would probably all be gone by the end of his stay at the fort, he didn’t care all too much. He was sitting down for a moment to rest, having walked for about six hours, and wanting to keep his feet off the ground for a moment. He found a sufficiently flat rock he sat down, rolling his shoulders to get the few cricks and aches out of his arms. He almost contemplated setting up camp here, but he’d walk a bit more before he decided that camp would be made. Still sitting down and letting his body rest was a nice feeling, then he heard something rummaging around him. In an instant he was on high alert, the area between the fort had a bandit problem and Jean had dealt with his fair share of them over the years, his hand gripped his hand ax, waiting for something to come, while his eyes scanned the tall grass all around him. Then, running from the grass, a giant form had emerged in a blur of brown fur. Jean had barely any time to pull his weapon up and block the attack. His attacker, seeing him blocking, withdrew their weapon and backed up. It was then that Jean could see who was attacking him.

They were large, larger than him, light brown matted fur with dark brown spots covering their body and fiery red hair rested atop their head in a sort of mane. They had the look of a dog like beast and wore a devilish smile: A gnoll if Jean had ever seen one; they weren’t that common, especially not female gnolls who tended to stay in their homeland of Uthando. The gnoll was clad in hide armor and she was wielding a sword and shield in tandem.

“Hah! First human to block my attack, I think I’m gonna enjoy this fight.” The gnoll said happily as she raised her weapon and her shield towards Jean, who rose to his feet, ready to fight this gnoll for his life. The two circled around one another, once, twice, thrice waiting for the first one to make the first attack, not sure who would do it, the two saw the tension rising, like a spring coiling ready to strike, their hands at the ready to strike. Then Jean moved first. He rushed towards the gnoll who blocked his ax attack with her shield, bashing him in the face and sending him rolling to the ground. He managed to roll out of the way of her reprisal attack, which impacted the ground. Rushing to his feet, he slashed towards the gnoll who let out a grunt of frustration as her armor took the brunt of the attack. She then punched him with the tip of the shield, nearly knocking his teeth out, and while that didn’t happen, he was knocked to the ground. He was about to get up when the gnoll pinned him to the ground with a devious smile on her face.

“Hah! Take that bandit bastard!” The gnoll said. Jean raised an eyebrow. Did this gnoll think he was a bandit? Was that why he got his ass kicked? He was mistaken for a fucking bandit!

“B-bandit! What fucking makes you think I’m a God's damned bandit!” Jean coughed out. , the gnoll was surprised.

“You're not?” the gnoll asked. Jean shook his head. He thought she was a bandit, so this was a misunderstanding on both ends.

“No! I’m a mercenary, which admittedly is only one step above bandits, but still.” Jean said. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the gnolls hand get off his chest. She sheathed her sword and put her shield on her back and had an apologetic look on her face.

“I apologize. I’d been dealing with so many bandits lately that I was on ‘attack first. Ask questions later, mindset.'” The gnoll said apologetically. She then bowed towards him and then smiled.

“Though I’ve got to admit, you’re the first human to put up a fight against me,” She said, in a mix of admiration and cockiness, she’d clearly dealt with many humans in the last couple of days, “I’m Nkonkoni, happy to meet you and fight you.” Nkonkoni said, an interesting way to greet someone you’d tried to murder not too long ago, but Jean was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, or in this case a gnoll in the mouth.

“Jean Baptiste,” Jean responded. The gnoll smiled as she sat down with Jean doing the same, “So you heading to the fort too?” he asked. Nkonkoni nodded, well at least it was good to see another traveler. He had traveled a few times with others. Most of the time those were with some old mercenary colleagues he had, though most of them were gone, either out of the business or dead, so having someone new to travel with was a welcomed surprise.

“Yep, I’m going back to turn in a contract for a bounty.” Nkonkoni said happily, so she was a bounty hunter, not too dissimilar from mercenary work, but usually one had more targets to deal with.

“Hmm, wanna travel together? Two heads are better than one, or I guess in our case, two blades.” Jean said. The gnoll laughed at this and nodded in agreement.

“Hah! I’ll enjoy that.” Nkonkoni said as she rose to her feet. The two then took off towards the fort. The walk to the fort was a long one on foot, usually about four weeks of straight walking and two weeks of travel if one had a horse or a carriage. So, the two of them were stuck traveling on foot. The two had started talking to one another during these travels. Jean had never met a gnoll, at least not one that was friendly to him. The two were sitting at a campfire talking about whatever caught their minds, while some fish they caught a couple of hours earlier were roasting on sticks next to the campfire.

“Do you ever miss Uthando?” Jean asked, à propos of nothing, Jean would regularly travel back and forth between his jobs and his homeland of Im, but Uthando was an island, far in the Eastern Passage.

“I miss it sometimes, my mother, father and sisters,” Nkonkoni said as she picked up one of the fish, eating it whole, bones and all it was a sight to behold sometimes for a human, he’d seen a few ulv do that but rarely, “But I left them to provide for them. And I don’t regret becoming a bounty hunter.” Nkonkoni said happily as she looked up at the moon.

“Do you?” Nkonkoni asked, and Jean hadn’t thought of that. He didn’t have much family besides his father, who didn’t approve of his life as a mercenary. His mother was gone, and he didn’t have any siblings.

“No, I don’t. I didn’t have much in the way of a home to go back to even when I’m in Im,” Jean said, picking out the bones of his fish to eat, “I like this life. Even if it is dangerous.” Jean said, thinking of the life he left behind. Nkonkoni nodded,, and the two looked at the moon and enjoyed each other’s company. The two over the weeks grew closer and closer to one another. Sharing their lives and happiness. They’d finally reached the Grand Fort, and it was a place that lived up to its name. The Grand Fort was several miles wide and several hundred feet tall. It loomed large and imposing over the land it stood vigil over, like a grand obelisk or golem of wrought iron and stone. The place would be probably frighten to most if it weren’t for the people who made the place home, the soldiers and their families who lived in the place and made it home, and the others who came in and out of the fort, it was less a fort and more like a miniature city. The two were happy to be in the fort and had decided to take up residence in the tavern that existed in the fort.

“Ah, a warm bath, cold ale, and some good food. What more can a man want!” Jean said, lightly drunk a mug of ale in his hand. Nkonkoni held him tight, and the two sang a drinking song that they both knew a few of the other mercenaries and soldiers who lived in the fort joined them. The two sang and ate for most of the night before they turned in. The two, to save some money, decided to rent a single room. What they didn’t intend, though, was for the room to have one bed. A bit of a language barrier had ended up like that.

“Um… I can take the floor if you want me to.” Jean said, Nkonkoni laughed at this and hit him on the back.

“I’m quite fine with sharing a bed with you Jean.” Nkonkoni said and to his surprise she began to strip out of her armor, the two had slept in their armor while on the road, aside from the few times they found a river to bathe in, but they would do that separately, so now seeing the gnoll without her armor Jean got a chance to see her in all her… beauty. He had a like of her. You can’t travel with someone for weeks and not come to either hate them or like them, and he grew to like Nkonkoni quite a lot. Nkonkoni’s body was well sculpted by years of fighting, toned and muscular, with large breasts and wide hips, married by her brown fur and spots. Her clothes under her armor didn’t do much to accentuate her femininity or beauty, but Jean still found himself captivated by the gnoll before him. And she seemed to notice this and gave him a salacious look.

“You know, in my culture, it’s not nice to stare.” Nkonkoni said, Jean jumped upon hearing this and tried to let out an apology but he was stopped when the gnoll gripped him by the collar of his undershirt and pulled him close, so close that their faces were nearly touching, she was towering over him and he didn’t know whether to be aroused or scared or both, “Though for you, I’ll make an exception.” Nkonkoni said as she pressed her lips to his. The kiss surprised Jean at first, but soon he leaned into it, savoring the taste of his new lover’s lips, the softness of her fur and the fullness of her body. He began to unbutton Nkonkoni’s undershirt, one button after the other, so her breasts were now bared to him. When he separated his lips from hers, he brought them to her exposed breast, drawing a moan from the gnoll as she held his head to her bosom, in delight and pleasure. He sucked and played with her sensitive nipples, much to her delight, with each suckle, each playful tug of her nubs making Nkonkoni’s knees weak. She’d been waiting for this for a while, wanting nothing more than to have Jean to herself.

“Mmm, by The Mother Goddess,” Nkonkoni moaned out as she felt Jean play with her other breast next, moving from one to the other in quick succession making her moan louder and louder, “Do-Don’t stop!” Nkonkoni moaned and Jean had no intention of doing so. But he was gonna go lower, much, much lower. He got to his knees, taking her pants down with him, and he saw her panties were soaking wet. He smiled as he pulled them down and plunged his face into her waiting cunt. Nkonkoni let out another moan, this one louder and higher, as Jean began to lick and play with her pussy. His tongue plunging deep as he could manage into her waiting cunt, licking and swirling around in snatch. She gripped his head, making sure he could reach deeper and deeper into her cunt, not wanting for the pleasure he was giving her to end anytime soon. Jean loved this, hearing Nkonkoni moan in pleasure as he ate her out. Her body was telling her she was about to cum soon, that glorious pressure that was building up in her core as Jean continued to play with her pussy. Then, with a cry of pleasure, she came. Jean watched in delight as Nkonkoni collapsed on her knees in pleasure. Waiting a few moments, she managed to get back on her feet and she then gripped Jean and threw him onto the bed, lust and desire wafting through the air from her like a heavy musk.

“Now it’s my turn!” She said as she mounted him, her cunt only a few inches from his now rock hard cock still covered by his pants, she ripped said pants from his body and marveled at his cock., the way it twitched and throbbed, how pre-cum leaked from its tip and how big it was, she wanted it in her now. She lined her pussy up with his cock and slowly impaled herself on his member, the two moaning in unison as they became joined together. Raising her hips up, Nkonkoni then slammed them back down again, eliciting another moan from the two of them. Soon she began to do this again and again, each one drawing louder and louder moans from them. They were lucky the walls of the room were stone, because they would probably get louder before the end of their night together.

“F-Fuck!” Jean moaned as he gripped Nkonkoni’s hips, enjoying the feeling of her fur against his skin, the feeling of being ridden like a horse, he was in love, and he was going to make the most of this night with Nkonkoni. He began to buck his hips upwards, wanting more pleasure from their coupling. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room alongside their moans and they were lost in the throes of pleasure and lust and love and everything else that came with whatever they were doing right now.

“G-God damn I’m gonna cum.” Jean warned Nkonkoni, who then decided to ride him faster and faster, wanting nothing more than for him to fill her with his seed. She wasn’t in any worry of getting pregnant, gnolls didn’t until they went into heat unlike most species on Elhiem, but the thought of it flashed in her mind, maybe when they were ready to give up this dangerous life she’d love for him to put pups in her but for now, she’d enjoy the feeling of his cum inside her. With a groan, Jean shot his seed deep into Nkonkoni’s womb, coating her insides with his heat. Moaning loudly, Nkonkoni grinded her hips against his as she reveled in the heat, in the pleasure, in the sensation of being filled with cum.

The two separated, the haze of lust and love still wafting in the air between them. Nkonkoni held Jean close as she kissed his forehead. Soon sleep took the two, happily holding each other in a lover's embrace.