New Beginnings
This story is set in a mostly standard Dungeons and Dragons universe, so for those of you unfamiliar with the setting just read the descriptions and try to get by. I haven't been able to think of a good title for this series (I do plan on writing more) so if you can think of one please leave it in the comments, it'll be a big help for me.
Adventurers are a curious kind of folk. They walk headlong into danger with a smile on their face and hands always at their weapons. They throw themselves into the wild places of the world and do battle with all manner of horrific beasts. Alassë Amandil is one such adventurer currently in the employ the Red Hand adventuring party as a Wizard.
The Red Hand was hired by the local town leadership to rid them of an infestation of Gnolls, large and fearsome canines with spotted coats and snouted faces. In pursuit of this Alassë and her fellow adventurers find themselves tromping through a seemingly endless swamp with mud up to their knees and swarms of biting insects.
Alassë is as previously stated Elvish, being of medium height and slender build. Her skin is tanned a light bronze from many days spent outdoors. Her hair is red and stands up in short bristly spikes. Due to the oppressive heat and discomfort her thin linen robes have become soaked with moisture and cling tightly to her body.
The slender elf wipes beads of sweat from her brow with one hand, her other hold her wizard staff. The straps of her heavy pack which contains her spell components, robes, and other supplies bite cruelly into her shoulders and she takes a moment to adjust them. The party fighter, a crude Half-orc with the simple name of Urgath tromps through the muck behind her and ogles her through her tightly clinging clothes
"Hey pointy ears, you know there is no one here but friends. If you want to get a little more comfortable you can ditch the robe." He says lasciviously. Alassë shoots him a glare before realizing that it would be more comfortable without the robes and she sighs.
"Fine, you can look at my ass while we walk. But you have to carry my pack." She replies and throws him the pack. He lifts it easily and pulls it over one shoulder as though it weighed nothing. Stupid muscular jerk She unbuttons the front of her robes and lets it fall to her hips before stepping free of them and tossing the soiled garment to Urgath.
Underneath the robe she wears nothing but a small linen wrap around her modest breasts and a tiny loincloth that leaves both cheeks exposed. Urgath begins ogling with a lecherous grin. Her legs are coated with mud up to either knee and her entire body is slicked with sweat, making her appear almost oiled. The human rogue Raevin gives her a speculative glance while the Dwarf Cleric Fortus expresses his disapproval by pointedly averting his gaze. Then again Dwarf women are notoriously short and bearded, so the slim elven Alassë may just not be to his taste.
The party goes back to tromping through the mud, Fortus takes the lead but the other two hang back behind Alassë to admire her exposed assets. She flushes slightly at the attention but continues ignoring their gazes. And what find assets they are. Her buttocks is pert and firm, flexing pleasantly with each step and slicked with sweat. Her loincloth is only a thin strip in between her buttocks in back so both cheeks are open to ogling. After many miles of plodding frustration begins to show.
"Are we ever going to find these ugly bastards?" mutters Urgath darkly to no one in particular.
"We will find them or they will come to us..." Fortus assures him. Reivan snorts at this.
"I doubt the cowardly wretches would dare attack us. We haven't found them because they probably went running the moment we entered the swamp." He says loudly, raising his arms to indicate the sickly foliage around them.
"I doubt there is a Gnoll for ten miles in any-"His boasting is cut short as a massive furry humanoid suddenly leaps out of a nearby tree and flattens the thief into the mud. The Gnoll is around eight feet in height, and built on a scale usually reserved for castle fortifications. His fur is spotted like that of a Hyena, and he shares the facial features of one. His feet are massive furry paws, lengthened in the foot, and shortened in calf with great blackened pads on each toe.
Several more of the canines burst out of the underbrush behind the party. Immediately Fortus and Urgath shed their packs and draws weapons to meet the ambush. Reivan flounders beneath the monster's massive foot and tries to get out of the mud to see what is happening.
Alassë readies her staff and begins an incantation before realizing that her spell components are in her pack which she had given to Urgath and he had just discarded into the mud. Without her magic she feels very vulnerable, realizing that she is just a mostly naked and scholarly female with a wooden stick with none of her arcane powers at her command.
She scrabbles through the mud to her pack with the fight raging around her. Just as she reaches it her moment of hope is cut short. The first Gnoll warrior looms over her and firmly plants one great paw on her pack. The sounds of fighting recede as her comrades retreat further into the swamp. Within moments only she and the Gnoll warrior remain.
"I surrender?" She says weakly. The large canine lets out a bark of laughter and sweeps her out of the mud with one arm, she tries to struggle against him but he is much too strong for her. He grabs her staff and throws it into the underbrush with a contemptuous flick before slinging her over his shoulder and loping away.
The Gnoll moves quickly through the swamp and all too soon all sign of her party and the battle is out of earshot. Alassë surveys her situation grimly. Naked, No magic, No party, Big Monster which is probably going to eat me...
She finds the most humiliating part of all is that she has to go through this whole affair in her underclothes. Bumping along on the back of a huge canine wouldn't be so bad if she was at least wearing her robe. He smells good... Her traitorous mind whispers to her. He does smell good, a soft musky scent of masculinity and power, not the wet dog smell she expected.
She can feel his muscles shifting beneath his thick pelt with each stride, so much power and raw animal strength just inches away from her. For the first time she notices that his paw is clamped to her inner thigh, holding her in place. The rough pad of his forefinger rubs against her crotch through the thin fabric of her loincloth. The tip of his claw just barely pushing between her lips. She wants him to press it in further, to pleasure her with his bestial hands, to throw her down and ravish her right there in the mud.
No! Stop thinking like that, you are being kidnapped! A small corner of her mind shouts at her to stop but she can already feel moisture leaking out of her pussy and soaking the thin fabric. The Gnoll notices as well and gives a series of yipping chuckles. Alassë's cheeks burn with shame at her arousal, and the creature's mocking laughter.
She yelps in surprise and fear as she feels the Gnoll pull on the back of her loincloth, the wrap slips free and the strip of fabric falls to the ground and is quickly left behind. Moments later her breast wrap is torn off and discarded as well. Alassë struggles against his grip and pounds on his back with her fists in a halfhearted attempt to free herself. Her struggles cease immediately as the Gnoll slips his forefinger into her nether lips.
The intruding digit penetrates her up to the second knuckle, the rough pad rubbing across her sensitive folds. Alassë moans with pleasure and goes limp across his shoulder. The Gnoll just keeps running, each jolt plunging his finger further into her depths. His thumb tweaks her clit and sends a wave of pleasure through the slender femme.
The Gnoll warrior licks his lips with his long flexible tongue and roughly fondles her buttocks with his free paw. His finger continues roughly penetrating her passage. Liquid drips and squirts from her pussy with each thrust of his finger as Alassë feels her arousal grow.
Her shame melts away as she gives in to the pleasure. She fondles her own breasts roughly to match his ministrations to her nether regions. Her nipples are hard little points of pink on her bronzed skin, she pinches them between her fingers and gasps from the stimulation. The lewd slurping of her pussy lips on his finger drives Alassë wild with lust and she feels her climax building.
The very tip of his claw finds her G spot and snags against the rough patch of flesh. Instantly she is thrown into orgasm, her pussy leaking a torrential flow of juices down her thighs and soaking his finger. The muscles of her inner walls clamp spasmodically on his intruding digit, trying to pull him deeper into her depths.
Alassë goes limp against him, flushed with pleasure and with her pussy still quivering and squirting. As the world goes dim and she sinks into unconsciousness all she can hear is the Gnoll's barking laughter and feel the pound of his feet, still running to god knows where with his happy captive.
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Sometime later, Alassë is unsure how long exactly she was unconscious, she awakes in the dimness of a tent. Was it all a dream? she thinks for a moment before getting a clear look at her surroundings. The walls of the tent are animal hide stretched over a wooden frame, nomadic surely but not the standardized adventurer's tent she is used to. She is also still naked, muddy, and sticky with her own juices and sweat.
She feels a rumbling all around her and looks up in alarm, but the sound is just the snoring of her Gnoll captor. The Gnoll she was just sleeping on, also naked but for a loincloth, with one massive furry arm stretched over her.
She resists the urge to snuggle into his furry embrace and quietly pulls herself out of his grasp. Searching the tent reveals there is nothing she could use to defend herself, other than massive Gnoll weaponry much too heavy for her to lift, but there is a washbasin filled with clean water and a washcloth. She gratefully dampens the cloth and starts scrubbing away the sweat and mud on her body.
She reaches her crotch and stops suddenly. That felt so good... I shouldn't have enjoyed that so much... she thinks, surveying the sticky mess of her upper thighs and pussy. With a shake of her head to clear such traitorous thoughts Alassë goes back to scrubbing.
Soon her body is glistening and clean, the washbasin filled with muddy water. She covertly tiptoes over to the entrance and peers out the flap. There are no other Gnolls visible, no other tents either, it appears that she is alone with the beast. She feels a quiver of hope and starts to open the flap to leave before looking back.
The Gnoll lays on his back, wearing nothing but the loincloth. She can see the great bulge of his sex beneath the fabric and she stops, suddenly plagued by indecision. She wants to escape, but she also wants him, she wants him so badly it aches.
Maybe just a look will be enough... she thinks as she creeps back over to the sleeping Gnoll. Her fingers pluck at the folds of his loincloth lightly, unfastening the garment and pulling it away from his crotch. She coos softly at the sight of his swollen testicles and sheath, much larger than any man she has been with.
It can't hurt to touch it... her hand brushes lightly over the sheath and the Gnoll stirs in his sleep. The very tip of his canine member pokes free of the sheath, black as soot against his tan fur, the musky scent of his sex fills the air of the tent and Alassë breathes deeply of the scent, feeling her lips quiver with sudden need.
All stealth is instantly forgotten as she runs her tongue across his sheath and around the exposed tip, drawing more and more of his shaft out. Her one hand reaches back to her pussy and she begins rubbing her slit quickly. The other grasps his shaft and begins pumping slowly as she licks the tip and underside.
His cock slides entirely free of its sheath, standing fully erect before her, far larger than she had expected and so thick. The entire length is pitch black and veined, with a slightly pointed tip that periodically spurts pre-cum. Alassë licks up the gobs of pre-cum blissfully, reveling in the salty sweet taste.
While Alassë is busy molesting the monster in his sleep she fails to notice the Gnoll awaken. He props himself up on both arms and looks down at the elf maiden slobbering all over his cock. He gives a rumbling laugh that snaps Alassë out of her lustful thoughts; she freezes and looks up at the Gnoll in sudden fear and shame.
He only smiles down at her and stretches out his paw to caress the side of her face. A particularly powerful quiver in her pussy reminds her just how desperately aroused she is. She gingerly releases his shaft and crawls forward, on to his chest. He grabs her shoulders and pulls her forward into a passionate kiss. His great muzzle envelopes her mouth as his tongue twists about hers.
Alassë shivers as his paws squeeze her buttocks, holding her firmly in place above his member. Just two more inches and he would be inside her. She pushes against his grip, straining to reach the object of her lust with her nether lips. He merely laughs again, that obnoxious yipping hyena laugh, and holds her just out of reach while he explores her mouth with his tongue.
"Please..." She whimpers, "Give it to me..."
Her pussy quivers wildly now, and streams liquid down her thighs and drips on to his shaft. The Gnoll warrior smiles and slowly lowers her on to his shaft. The pointed tip slides in easily, but his member quickly thickens too much to penetrate any further into her tight passage. The Gnoll stops and looks at her quizzically, clearly wanting to go further but not wanting to hurt her.
Alassë has no such indecision and roughly impales herself on his shaft with one forceful push. She takes his member all the way to the hilt into her passage and screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the sudden stretching of her walls. His cock reaches deeply inside of her, rubbing against her velvet folds pleasingly.
The Gnoll's mouth opens widely in pleasure and his tongue lolls out of his mouth muttering some kind of exclamation in a guttural language that hurts her ears to hear. He pushes her back up off of him with both hands then begins thrusting into her from beneath. His hips move faster and faster as he mercilessly pounds her.
Alassë pulls herself away from his kiss to catch her breath and fondles her breasts with both hands, adding to her pleasure. She reaches down to rub her clit as he continues to wildly thrust into her. The combination of the plunging rod and her rubbing fingers throws her into her second orgasm of the day.
A primal scream tears from her throat as her climax washes through her body. The muscles of her pussy clamp down on his still thrusting shaft and the Gnoll stiffens at the sudden resistance. He keeps thrusting into her as she climaxes, drawing it out even further as his knot begins to swell.
Just as her first orgasm begins to fade Alassë feels the knot banging against her lips before finally pushing through into her passage. The Gnoll gives one last thrust, sinking his shaft deeply into her, as the knot reaches full size and the two impromptu lovers tie together.
The entire shaft ripples as he cums inside her. Wad after wad of thick cum splatters against the back of her womb, filling her completely with warmth. The explosion of warmth and the additional pressure of the knot inside her throws Alassë into her second climax. Her walls milk his member for more seed as he ejaculates repeatedly.
The tent is filled with their hoarse breathing. Alassë is slicked with sweat once again and trapped on the Gnoll's member with his knot holding her in place. The Gnoll is looking quite pleased with himself and cheerful in general. Their enjoyment is cut short as a battleaxe swing through the walls, snapping the supports and collapsing the tent on top of them.
The two struggle to free themselves from the folds of clinging fabric, made difficult by the fact that they are still stuck together. Light suddenly stabs into their eyes as a figure pulls the ruined tent off of them. An incredulous, and familiar, voice greets them.
"Alassë?! What are you doing?" Urgath shouts in surprise. As her eyes adjust to the light Alassë can indeed see that the figure is her party fighter, and the rest of the party are standing behind him also staring at her predicament.
"Um... Hi guys." She says weakly and vainly tries to cover herself with her hands. The massive cock buried in her pussy makes this rather difficult.
"Could you maybe, give us a minute?" She says to the staring party. The dwarf Fortus, apparently overcome with righteous indignation, snorts and stumps away muttering darkly about having congress with beasts and perversion and such.
"I didn't know you were in to large hairy men." Urtagh says snidely. "We found your pack, but you didn't have any spare clothes. Once you get free of your... friend... we can find you something to wear."
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After close to fifteen minutes of tugging and pulling Alassë finally slides free of the Gnoll's shrinking knot and feels warm cum splatter down her legs. The Gnoll then cheerfully roots about in the remains of the tent for its armor and straps it on quickly. For Alassë it's produces a rough cloak of wool that she pulls on over her nakedness. It's open in the front so she has to hold it closed to avoid flashing everyone around her. Urgath is noticeably disappointed at no longer being able to ogle her. That is not his only complaint.
"Do we really have to take the Gnoll?" He says quietly, "Can't I just kill him?"
"No you can't kill him you brute!" Alassë says indignantly.
"What is he your husband or something now?" Reivan says mockingly. She snorts at this and snuggles up to her large furry lover.
"Well whatever he is, he's mine, and none of you are allowed to hurt him." She says with an air of finality and the two quicken their pace to leave the others further behind. Urgath snorts and turns to Reivan.
"I don't know why she has the hots for that stupid dog. I'm just as good as he is, and twice as civilized."
"I dunno man, did you see the size of his-" Reivan starts only to be cut off short as Urgath punches him in the shoulder, launching him into the underbrush.