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A young shapely witch wandered the woods searching for her coven's latest order; a mushroom for their latest concoction. A bit of mushroom here and there from a nearby cave would make for the perfect mix to sell to travelers looking for a more joyful view on life. Florica had no problem selling such things within her coven, but the guests were awfully boring when they were looking for their quick fix; not much for conversation or even skin to skin entertainment. Of course, sometimes Florica and her coven had their own fun with their mixtures. Conjuring great magick under the influence of such things was a fantastic way to create some artful new spells, or let loose armagedon, either way they had their fun. At the same time, this had led them to be banished to the wilds by the self-appointed king of humanity. Yet again, Florica didn't really care too much about the fact, really it only made their work much easier and less people got in the way of their fun as well! Lately though the coven had been a bit quiet. They had been obsessed with their sales rather than their rituals and Florica was certainly bored, and tired of her sister's greed. Reaching the mouth of the cave near their camp she began checking for the mushrooms that typically grew on the outside of the cave, not finding them she rubbed her chin, turning her head from side to side before deciding to enter the cave. Typically she would have just left it at that and found another damp cave which had the mushrooms at the mouth, but perhaps she would have a little adventure all to herself while her sister's counted their gold.

Florica felt some sort of presence deep within the cave, but it was either masked or very weak. Perhaps it was a colony of insects creating a buzz with their life energy, or some sort of magical artifact guarded by countless spells, but regardless she continued on; whatever it was would provide more entertainment than her sister's counting coin. Her sister's used to be livelier, more active; but now all their time was spent making ways to suck more gold out of their clients. Prayers to the forest's splendor involving dance were long since a thing of the past. Florica felt more like an alchemist than a witch at times, but she had to obey the majority; that was their coven's way; they were a collective.

Again delving deeper into the cave she found odd runes carved into the rocky wall; runes that certainly no sister of hers had used. Feeling over the runes she traced them each, following the small line of the symbols before reaching the end of them. She felt no power in them so their purpose must have passed. Letting out a small giggle she continued on her little adventure. Who knows who or what had left those runes there? While she walked she allowed her mind to wander; what if perhaps she would be discovering some sort of lost civilization, or some relic of the past? Something powerful could certainly give her a little boost in her magic; enough of a boost that would allow her to do as she pleased, perhaps split herself from her coven, or even return to that grand city that had ousted them with a new identity. As her thoughts ran she had to bring up a hand to summon a ball of light, a simple spell that would keep her vision clear in the cave just in case anything decided to sneak up on her, and just in case she fell over anything.

Remembering the city that had cast them out made her sigh rather mournfully. Truthfully her sisters were the most important thing in her life, but they had grown rather distant with their avarice and she missed the life the city provided. The variety in the people, the noise, the buzz, and certainly most of all; the sex. Yet again, her sisters were such sweet things, but fingers and tongue could provide so much when she needed a rough hand and cock. Solemn vows of sisterhood be damned, she had an itch that needed to be scratched and the only way she had been able to get that was in the city, though, it had been a long time since she had thought of such things. Perhaps it was the isolation that the cave provided that caused these thoughts to creep upon her again, or maybe those feelings were just that strong.

Florica's little cave adventure was coming to an end though as she found herself at a walled dead end. Bringing her light up closer to the cave wall she could see that there were more of those runes, those particular etchings that had no power earlier in the cave, but this time as she passed her fingers along them she felt that soft static that told her they were alive with power. Her finger finished tracing those runes and perhaps to her dismay. The wall opened and stretched pulling her inside. With a yelp she tried her best to call upon some form of counter spell, but the now elastic earth had wrapped around her mouth and wrists pulling her deeper into some darkness which she could not see. Excitement was what she had wanted and it was certainly what she had gotten although, it was accompanied by a healthy dose of fear.

Being carried off into the darkness allowed Florica to think back on her mistakes. Perhaps this was punishment for bad mouthing her sisterhood, or perhaps it was due to the fact that she pushed drugs that made men forget their names for days on end and see pretty colors, regardless she was in the situation now; whether by karmic punishment or chance. Finally when the earth stopped pulling her she could see torch light. Two torches held by large beastmen, gnolls by the looks of it. Gnolls that wore nothing but loin clothes and a few marks of warpaint here and there. She had thought the lot of them had been wiped out by the supposed human king and his armies, but it seems that some of them had managed to survive, either way they must have had a powerful shaman with them to work this type of elemental magic. When they approached she closed her eyes expecting the worst, but instead one of them brought their large nose over her brown hair, taking in a deep sniff before snorting and speaking, "You smell like the forest. Do you have any loyalty to the human crown?"

Florica's eyes fluttered for a moment, for a second she was very glad her sister's had distanced themselves from the city, "Ah no...my sister's and I were banished to the woods...I...are you going to kill me? Better to know now than to have a surprise"

The gnoll that had sniffed her head shook his head, "No, but our leader and shaman will want to see you...I will release your ties for now"

Florica stared as best she could at the claw that was suddenly brought up and tapped upon the earth surrounding her body. It crumpled within and instant and she brought her hands up, marveling at the magic's used while at the same time contemplating whether or not to burn the lot of them and find her way out, then again, another adventure couldn't hurt. Lowering her hands she took a step forward and the two gnolls before her took to her side as they began to make their way deeper into this new cave system. Upon leaving that room she found herself in a temple of sorts that had been no doubt carved from the cave by powerful magic. All the walls had runes carved into them, for what purpose she had no clue. Along the way to wherever the gnolls were leading them, she noticed a distinct lack of females, and more to the point, she noticed prying eyes staring at her curves, stares that certainly caused a certain uncomfortable heat to grow from the pit of her stomach. Soon their path led them to a small set of doors, the middle of which they entered. It was a room, a room with a large fur pelt on laid upon the ground, and with it a gnoll with his left eye scarred and gone sitting there, a pipe in hand.

Smoke puffed out from the gnoll's mouth and nose, from where she stood it wasn't unpleasant, rather the smoke smelled of wild berries and honey, an odd mix for sure. The scarred gnoll stood from where he sat, stepping over to her, towering over her, his hand reaching out to touch her head, "Magic female. A witch right? Will you hear us out?"

Florica really had no choice, well, of course she could say no, but then that may endanger her life. They seemed civil enough, but she couldn't be certain, for now she would just listen. She then answered, "I suppose I can."

The scarred shaman before her grunted and began to speak plainly, "The new human king is a tyrant. Other races have already began escaping and gathering. By other's account we are extinct. We have no females as well. We wish to retreat and find our peace so we may fight another day with those other races....but...we need to breed...if you do not help us, we will not hold you to it though...but we may find ourselves desperate for a female."

Florica's cheeks flushed and she sputtered quickly, "Sad story or not, it doesn't work that way...humans and gnolls just can't breed, so I can't help really."

The shaman chuckled and took a pull of his pipe before breathing out again, "Magic is a strange thing...we can prepare you, make you part of us, but not fully like us, but as I understand it...witches have coven's they are loyal to...so I know I am asking you to abandon them."

Florica was silent at that. A magic that could make her partway gnoll, but not entirely. She would keep her humanity, or so she assumed, but at the same time she would be breaking her vows with her sister to make a vow to these tribal gnolls. While the thought of being ravished again and again by males far larger than she could ever hope to be was an interesting proposition, being the sole female among them was a bit daunting. It was a bit sad, giving up her coven meant nothing to her at this point since her sisters were so far gone with their greed. Closing her eyes she continued contemplating her situation, glad that the gnoll shaman was nice enough to give her a moment. With a shaky breath she clutched at her arm, rubbing it before speaking, "So...how would that magic work?"

The shaman approached her, a strong clawed hand touching her stomach, causing her to freeze up for a moment, "Runes will be made upon you to change you...you will keep your appearance, except for perhaps your eyes. Your insides, your magic, will change. We will treat you well though. You will be our savior, our queen."

Florica shivered at his final words, a queen. She would be treated as a queen, and a savior of all things. Never had she thought she would be in such a situation, and she never expected the words that came out of her mouth either, "I...suppose it wouldn't hurt...my sisters aren't what they used to be and...perhaps a change would be nice."

The shaman gave her quite the fright when he leaned in close to her, face to face. She expected some sort of passionate kiss, a grope, or something else possessive that marked the heated glare from his eyes, but instead with shaky words he said in a soft voice, "Thank you...from our hearts, we thank you."

Florica touched her lips as she watched the shaman leave. She noticed then that the other two gnolls were motioning for her to come. Taking a breath to calm herself she began walking with little idea what awaited her.

The shaman had led Florica to the center of that odd temple that they had constructed. Raising his hand a slab of stone was pulled from the earth, "Strip...please."

Florica cleared her throat, she felt so many eyes on her, but she had already agreed, no way to back out now. Slipping out of her dress she felt some sort of strange excitement; the damp cave air touching her luscious form. She had no idea what was going to happen and perhaps that excited her. Taking a seat on the stone slab she felt that strong hand touch at her chest, easing her down gently rather than forcing her. The shaman then spoke in a soft tone, "Your name...queen."

Florica flushed bright red at being refered to as a queen, "...Florica.."

The shaman closed his eyes, "Florica...you are part of our tribe now...we have no ritual for this, because this is born from necessity and desperation...we thank you...."

She heard the sound of gnolls muttering around the chamber and soon the shaman's hand descended on her stomach. For a moment a searing heat touched her stomach as she felt energy scorching a rune on to her very skin. Wincing, gasping and clenching her jaw she soon felt that pain go away. Breathing out she looked down to see that the shaman was slowly removing his hand, a rune upon her stomach now. At first she felt fine, nothing odd, nothing strange, but as the shaman moved around the slab he tossed his pipe aside and let his loin cloth fall to the floor. She heard the sound of cloth falling all around meaning that the other gnolls were getting ready as well. About to protest, unsure of if any ritual had truly been performed she felt her mind grow heated and hazy, her nostrils flaring as she picked up on a strange smell, a strong one at that all around her. It seemed so odd, but that scent made a heat burn between her legs, a heat that caused her womanhood to become wet. Groaning out and writhing on the slab she felt gnolls gather around her. Already she could see their canine cocks were free of their sheathes, their hands stroking idly at their cocks, she could barely believe it was happening.

One gnoll who was so bold, placed his cock upon her lips and from there she realized that the scent that was driving her mad was coming from the horny males of the gnollish tribe. She could barely believe it, before the scent meant nothing to her, in fact she couldn't even smell it before, but now it was almost like a sweet honey. She breathed it in from the gnolls cock before her lips wrapped around that beautiful member by themselves, hungry to take that scent into her mouth. As she did this another gnoll leaned down to lick and kiss at her crotch, being oh so slow with that thick tongue that dragged against her sensitive skin. She was being worshipped as a fertile goddess, bred like a true queen rather than another bitch. That tongue pushed lower and lower until it hit her slick womanhood and she groaned out around the cock in her mouth, strong but gentle hands moving to grope at her chest, mouths moving over her nipples to suckle and nip at them ever so softly.

Florica figured with that strong tongue working at her pussy the heat would soon cease, but instead it grew more intense. She realized then that she needed to be bred right there rather than be treated so fraily, she needed a cock inside of her ramming at her insides. Pulling her mouth free from that cock she whined out, "Please...please fill me, I'm ready I...I want to be bred."

Upon hearing this many of the gnoll's raised their ears as if to check if they had heard her correctly. The largest, the shaman, was allowed first between her legs. The one who had been licking her pussy moving aside for the larger male. The shaman stroked his cock over her pussy being oh so slow and delibirate until suddenly he pushed inside of her with a snarl. Florica let out a howling moan that sent shivers down the other male's spines. She could feel that intense burning ebbing away as her insides were being pounded, replaced instead by a blissful pleasure that clouded her every thought. The caramel skinned witch gasped as she felt cocks push against her hands, begging for release and so as their queen she gripped on to those thick cocks, taking responsibility, stroking them slowly, wanting for them to wait their turn inside of her pussy to let out that thick seed she was begging for.

Her legs spread wide she felt the shaman thrusting in deeper, her pussy molding and tightening around his thick canine cock so perfectly. She had never experienced such pleasure, certainly not with a human and certainly never with her sisters. She had never felt the pleasure of a canine cock either, such a strange foreign flesh that was invading her pussy causing her to groan out. She should have given herself to the dogs long ago. Panting, groaning and hooking her legs around the shaman, she felt him shaking. Was he close already? They hadn't been around a female for days, maybe even weeks since being forced into retreat, they were desperate for a female, they needed her, needed to let their manly substance out from their cocks, their beautiful milk; and so she shouted, "Fill me and let the next come for me. I want to be bred!" With another snarl the shaman thrust deep inside of her his cock twitching as it spurted an oh so thick substance inside her, a heated seed that filled her so deeply. She lavished in the feeling of that thick seed filling her, loving the way it painted her inner walls and traveled further inside of her. Perhaps it was the blissful haze her mind was in, but she swore she could feel the seed fertilizing her eggs, penetrating her deepest reaches. Once he pulled free from her she slipped free from the slab and bent herself over it letting out a groan, "Please...don't be too kind..." her hands gripping tight enough to make small cracks in the slab, a strength that she was unaware of had invaded her body.

This sent one of the nearby gnolls into a frenzy, he gripped on to her hair and tugged, a clawed foot stepping on to her rear as he jammed his thick canine cock inside of her all the way to the knot. She gasped and let out another moan as her mouth was filled by a cock stuffed, that hand that was holding her head suddenly pushing her mouth against that thick cock. She whined a bit as she felt the male in her mouth blast her tongue with salty cum, but made no more protest, he was still hard and thrusting in her mouth, she knew now that the males around her would have plenty of seed for her pussy even if they were to cum once or twice; a thought that had her pussy tightening further wanting the male inside of her to hurry so others may breed her as well. The gnoll that had went wild inside of her was already shaking, so close just as the shaman had been, but he held back to continue his ravage pounding of her pussy, each thrust sending off a clapping sound echoing off the cave walls. His hands moved to claw at her sides his teeth moved to nip at her neck and she groaned out feeling like a true breeding bitch. It was a wild and furious romp that left her panting and groaning against a thick cock inside of her mouth, a feral cock that began spurting inside of her, this was all she needed in life at the moment, and it was nowhere near over.

Their mating would last well into the night, not that any could tell from the darkness of the cave. All throughout the cave their growls, their snarls and her moans could be heard echoing off the rocky walls. If anyone had been just outside the cave they would have heard them even through the thickened and protected walls. Not a single gnoll had broken in her ass, none of them wanted to, the ones that had cum inside of her mouth had only done so, because they were so desperate to let their loads out. Occasionally they would stop, pause for a break, two gnolls working to lick her puckered unused star, worshiping her while another got down below to lick her pussy. The other gnolls prepared for more in the meantime, there were some that were already falling asleep, but still more rose up to return to plowing their queen, breeding her properly. Even the shaman who had been the first to cum was still up and ready for more. Each time he came up for his turn his hands would roll over her body, feeling over her supple form, squeezing her handles to thrust inside of her. There was something sweet about his touch, something patient, less desperate than the others. In her blissful haze of pleasure she would think; he is the one, he will be my king.

While most of the men were asleep now, tired, spent, their essence buried inside of their queen, the shaman was still going strong, Florica on her back, legs wrapped around the shaman as he thrust inside of her. Florica breathed out, sweat coating her body, but the shaman still leaning down to lick her chest without worry. Her eyes were heavy, she felt so sleepy, but she wanted more, especially from her king. She moaned out softly for the shaman to keep going, and he did, but so sweetly. His thrusts were gentle and his tongue moved across her chest slowly to her mouth. She gladly allowed his tongue in her mouth, their tongues dancing gently with one another. She then shivered as she felt his knot push inside of her, bulbous flesh stretching her apart; the first one that had. Again she felt that warm liquid push deep inside of her, invading her human womb that had been altered to let that seed bury itself in her eggs. Breathing out to that mouth she shivered before settling down. The shaman pulled his mouth free of hers and rested his head against hers, his eye shut. With a small smile her hand moved to cup his cheek, stroking that fuzzy gnoll gently before her own eyes closed.

Once the morning came no one was atop of her and she was alone. Sitting up on the stone slab she rubbed at her head and winced. Her entire body was full of marks of her battle from yesterday. Claw marks, bite marks and more littered her body. She felt over them while biting her lower lip, they were beautiful to her. Looking down she could see the runes upon her stomach, a reminder of what she truly was now. Breathing out she decided to stay seated, figuring she would give her body some time to adjust to the soreness. The shaman, still nude then approached her, the only gnoll in sight, "Everyone prepares for our exodus...you'll be joining as one of us...we'll protect you with our lives."

Florica smiled, her now slit beast eyes blinking as she stretched and moved off the slab. From there she could feel the tremors in the ground. Whatever that ritual was allowed her to feel what was happening around her in the earth, more magick she could enjoy, "What is your name?" She asked in a honey laden voice.

The shaman answered simply, "Morrid"

Moving to the shaman she placed a hand on his fuzzy pouch, kneeling to rub her face against his balls. The shaman grew silent his cock slowly growing, her mouth taking it in slowly as it grew. She breathed out and braced her throat as she felt that thick cock grow fully. Pushing it back and forth into her mouth she worked quickly, her hands massaging at his fuzzy balls, squeezing them ever so softly to milk them. Suddenly he let out a low growl obviously not wanting to be so loud, his cock letting out that thick substance she craved on to her tongue. Once she swallowed she stood and let out a breath, a hand reaching up to his cheek, "May I have some clothes love? We have a long way and a nude human among fuzzy men would attract attention hm?"

Morrid let out a shaky breath before nodding, "Yes...yes indeed." he said before turning to retrieve clothing for her. As he walked away Florica could see his tail twitch slightly from side to side as if he were controlling a happy twitch.

Florica could get used to having such power over such large creatures, her old life, her old home, it didn't matter now. She would be queen of these gnolls and she would wear that title with pride. More than that though, she was curious as to where this road would lead her. Perhaps someday she would be leading her people into battle against the so-called king of the humans, but for now she would concentrate on building her family, her tribe. Her coven truly meant nothing to her now.