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I had attended to the poorest of men for less than a handful of copper to see those down on their luck smile, and had danced and sang ballads for the amusement of nobility and Kings to line my pockets with gleaming golden coin, but monster folk had never been too interested in anything I enjoyed performing. Never had I dreamed that I would be performing before a crowd of rowdy and somewhat liquored gnolls, and yet there I stood strumming away at my lute and singing the latest request at the center of a dimly lit tavern with creaky floorboards and the odd stain here and there. My paying customers with bushy fur and wagging tails all sat around in tables with their hunched over canine figures and twitching ears, their great paw-hands holding mugs full of strong alcohol that personally offended my senses any time I stepped too close. As a troubadour of many skills I boasted a voice capable of controlling powerful and beautiful words that bring the heart itself to tears, and the most that the uncultured dogs requested of me were limericks of tits and other unsavory bits, but coin can compel men to worse things than singing drivel. Complaining didn't seem like a good idea as all of the gnolls were not only double my size, but they all had various sharp objects at their backs and belts that would certainly make short work of my lute and stain my precious doublet and cloak. Once I finished with a bow and to the sound of roaring laughter and stamping feet, I stood straight expecting a meager pay of cheap copper, but instead my outstretched hand was met by a fat pouch of jingling coin of what I could only hope was proper gold. My green eyes grew wide and my head turned upward to see a great gnoll standing before me, a single eye scarred, a grunt of words coming off of his lips, "And more if you come with us." My lips were dry, my eyes were wide, and my heart fluttered. A traveling troubadour such as myself could only hope to make such funds from a fancy court full of doting nobles, and yet here a monster of all things offered a flat payment and more for simply coming along, whether coming from a drunk paw or not it was far too good to be true, and far too good to have the sense to refuse. Belting the pouch of coin I grinned and gave the gnoll an overly courteous bow and spoke in a cheerful tone, "Aellen the Troubadour at your service." And so off we went to their camp where I so foolishly expected to complete a simple job and move on with my life.

Around the dancing light of a crackling campfire, the merry band of gnolls continued their drinking while I stood just before the flame, happily singing humorous little numbers that would make even the most open legged maiden blush, and with a new found enthusiasm at that. With the gold that I had already been paid how could I not be happy and ready to sell my sense of self? Supplies, clothing, gems, alcohol and so much more could be bought without worry for at the very least a few months, more if I didn't spend it all on vanity which of course I would. I didn't even care where the gold came from, I only cared that the gnoll's word had been true and my pockets had been lined with more gold upon arrival. At the same time I felt a bit shaky with so many of the canine beasts surrounding me.

Almost an entire settlements worth of the beasts making camp outside of the great city walls in the woods. The scarred one had explained they were a nomadic sort, the type to stop at major cities only to trade their wares for food and funds. Part of their nomadic culture it seemed, was nudity, as every single gnoll had stripped free of all clothing once we had arrived at camp, and to be honest, the sight of fuzzy balls and canine genitals was an interesting one to say the least, though I don't think I'd ever actually proposition any of the creatures, they didn't to be seem the loving type, and with those sharp claws my already sensitive skin would surely be torn and bruised by end of any attempt at lovemaking, though I would be lying if I didn't admit to having some interest in a bit of rough play. That didn't mean I couldn't admire the view and be open to any passes, if any of them showed attraction of course. I wasn't really sure how it would work with their cocks hidden in those fuzzy sheathes, but those were thoughts for another time.

If anything they were an easy crowd, "He's got a voice like a bird, a pretty one at that dressed in bright plumes." One called, not yet incoherent from his binge drinking.

Another shouted, "He's also got a mouth like one of us. He belongs here with all of that dirty talk."

And then one with some sense, "Only because we told him to sing of those things. Bet he's blushing on the inside and wishing he were somewhere else." Though not blushing, I certainly did wish I was somewhere else.

Even though I was enjoying the constant praise, the sight of bestial genitals let loose among the cool breeze, and the weight of the coin pouch at my belt, the stars were rising as the sun was falling, and I'd rather not stay the night and wait for them to sober up to regret paying for a human entertainer that wasn't a whore. As I bowed my final bow and began to walk away with a friendly wave to raised mugs and wineskins, my wrist was seized by a rather large hand-paw. Eyes growing wide I looked to see the gnoll that hired me with his scarred eye barking an order, "Where are you going songbird?"

Remaining polite and cheerful despite fear gripping at every corner of my body, I gingerly pulled my hand from the gnoll's clasp to brush away strands of auburn hair covering my eyes before answering, "To the room at the inn I'm staying at. My job is complete here correct? Most of your friends are passed out, booze sitting pretty in their guts, so if you don't mind I'll be on my way."

Again I tried to leave, this time having to step around the large gnoll that had hired me, but again he stopped me, this time his grip more firm upon my wrist as he spoke through snarling lips, "I bought your service."

Even if I wasn't forced to face him I could smell powerful whiskey puffing from his every word. Fighting down a shudder I cleared my throat to try and reason my way out of this, "Now, I have given my services faithfully have I not? Sang to your hearts content and played until my fingers were sore, so shouldn't I be able leave?"

"No, I bought you, bought you to come with us and keep us entertained. You accepted the gold and came of your own free will, don't you weasel out of this." The cheerful gnolls suddenly turned quiet, their ears twitching, and yet none of them said a single word against the large scarred gnoll confronting me.

My own heart sunk, the blood rushed from my cheeks and suddenly the weight of the pouch of gold upon my belt felt very heavy. With dry lips and the fear plain on my face I decided to try and take a positive spin on it and ask him, "Ah, for how long am I to travel with your merry band?"

Quick to respond and without tact or mercy the gnoll grunted, "Until I see fit. You belong to us now...You'll have your tent and a guard to watch you. We stay here for seven days before packing and leaving. Get used to it"

"I-I please wait for just--"

As the gnoll barked an order to another of his kind, and promptly ignored my complaints, my mind raced. I could run and perhaps hope to make it to the city guards, and yet they surely wouldn't care. What was a troubadour to them but a vagrant with a pretty voice that occasionally spat insults and various nasty things about them while sleeping with willing but already married women and men. Bards, mummers and more were considered troublesome, dissenters that badmouthed authority, and should one be whisked away in the night, then it wouldn't matter. More troublesome though, was the sheer fact that I could never hope to outrun the massive creatures on my own, especially not while under guard. When finally my thoughts slowed down and I could register what was happening around me, the large gnoll was gone and in his place a smaller one stood, without the scar and with deep red eyes that seemed to shine in the moonlight, he wore a cloak of fine black that covered most of his body as if he were conscious of human sensibilities when it came to nudity. From the nearby firelight I could see the fur of his cheek was a darker shade of brown than most, and though he seemed smaller than his scarred friend, he was certainly no less imposing. With grunt and a motion of the hand I could only assume was a beckoning he turned and began to trot away. He knew that I couldn't run, was so damn confident in that fact, and I knew that he was right. With a sigh I cradled my lute and began to walk, at the very least I had been paid.

Alone with my own thoughts and lute at last, I could think of a way to perhaps get out of this situation, except of course I had the piercing ruby gaze of my guard inside of the tent with me. Oh certainly the tent was comfortable, cozy cot that was better than any rubbish that inn could provide, an oil lamp that actually worked, and there were furs here and there to add a bit of warmth if needed, but the silent gnoll in the corner was chilling. The majority of the gnolls I had met, excluding a particular slaver, weren't exactly talkative, but they seemed like a merry bunch, if not a bit aggressive and drunk at times, but this one simply stared and scowled as if I ploughed both his mother, father and wife at the same time, and his cloak covered any possible scenic view I might have alone in the tent. Such a comfortable environment was offset by the gnoll's piercing stare and because of that I just could not manage to think. With a sigh I gave up on thinking of a brilliant plan and instead turned to tune my lute, plucking the strings and twisting the ears, eyes shut as I did so to listen. If anything I could relax underneath the sound of my own music.

Once I heard the right sound from every string I began to play a simple song, a sad one at that to reflect how I felt, the notes hollow against the cloth walls of the tent. Cracking open an eye I noticed how the gnoll had seemed to shift his stance, his ears twitching with every pluck of the string, his expression softening as if he felt what I was playing. With a small smile I stopped playing just long enough to ask, "Have a request friend?"

The gnoll guard turned his head away and snorted, again returning to the cold shoulder, but rather than accept that, my curiosity had been touched and I continued to press on as if he had answered me in earnest, "If you want I can play something a bit more jolly, or perhaps something a bit more soothing if you need to sleep."

I expected him to perhaps lash out at my wordy nature, but instead he spoke in a tone far too soft for his fang filled maw, "I enjoy what you play for yourself...I envy your skill."

Praise from a creature both not drunk and that desired to listen to my true passion for music brought a certain mist to my eyes. Perhaps the beast was trying to take my heart for his own with such words? Getting to my feet I dusted myself off and brought a hand out to introduce myself, "Aellen is my name friend...And thank you. I'm certainly not enjoying this situation, but at the very least it is good to meet someone with proper taste, and who isn't boozed to oblivion."

Again a surprise as the gnoll took my hand gently and introduced himself in return, same soft tone of voice not befitting such a fearsome creature "Gaerr."

"You know Gaerr, you need not be envious of my music. You need only pick up an instrument yourself and give it a try." I teased on a particular whim, eyebrows quirked and lips brought up to a smirk.

Genuine pain seemed to flash across the gnoll's features as he scowled and snarled, "Could I? I could not. Gnolls are warriors, hunters, and my tribe would not want me spending time on something without use...That is why they captured you."

Ignoring the situation I pressed on with curiosity of the gnoll with fine taste before me. His interest in music could be made just more than a passing fancy, and I could be the one to do that, what a story that would be, "So then, practice with me. If you're in this tent surely no one would think twice right? They would think it is me practicing my caged bird impression."

Gaerr scratched at his chin with one sharp claw, his ears folded back as he mulled over my offer, "There would be nothing to lose." he said quietly, his legs crossed, his tail batting from side to side. He seemed at odds with himself, as if perhaps making a life or death situation, and even when he answered he didn't seem fully sure, "I have a stolen lute...I could bring it here...But I cannot abandon my post tonight."

Ignoring the stolen lute comment, I figured that waiting on him to change his mind wouldn't be such a good idea, and so without a word I gently pressed my own precious lute into his hulking arms. He could snap perhaps it in two with a single grip of his massive paws, and perhaps his jagged claws would tear at the strings and ruin the finely carved wood, but I loved stoking the flames of creativity, of passion, and he certainly had the desire and the taste to do it. Who said a gnoll couldn't be a bard? And besides, I wasn't going to be escaping any time soon.

At first his ears rose on high and twitched, his mouth closed tight before his eyes turned down to look at the lute in his arms. He then looked to me as if to ask for permission, an almost puppy like stare, but I could only smile motion for him to go on, to give it a try, and so with a delicate claw he plucked a string as carefully as he could without tearing or breaking a single thing, and so began our lesson.

I allowed him to experiment, to listen to every string before I showed him what strings together made the best sounds, at least to my ears. I never thought I would have a student, and neither would I have dreamed of having a gnoll student of all things, but he listened intently and followed my instruction quite well, minus a few mistakes here and there, for a creature that seemed so brutish. At the same time, he had pushed back his cloak in order to hold the lute, revealing much of his body that I had desired to see before. As most gnolls he was a muscular sort, a fuzzy pouch just above black orbs both between powerful legs. He was smaller than most of the other gnolls, but from what he had told me he was still a strong contender for the best fighter, the greater difference was his manner; so calm, so stoic at times and only after our lessons had begun had he allowed himself to open. At the same time, I had to remind myself that I was a prisoner teaching my jailer how to be a bard, though it wasn't hard since the lessons, and the sights, were a pleasant distraction.

The first night ended quickly and during the second day I could only think of our inevitable meeting, the day going by in a blur as I played for the occasional visitor, but mostly was confined to my tent without any real chance of escape. On the second night he had his own stolen lute hidden behind a cloak he wore, which had been the only thing he ever seemed to wear much to the enjoyment of my eyes. Surprisingly the lute was of good quality, made of some maple, the color was perhaps a bit too bright for his fur, but the sound was just right. Gaerr had taken my lessons to heart and was able to play a few things here and there fairly well already, and so next came the singing, though I wasn't sure how well a voice could translate through fangs and canine muzzle. As strange as it sounds, I was curious to hear a gnoll sing and so I encouraged him to sing for me like a pretty bird. At first he refused for fear of being heard, but as the night went on and I continued to pressure the shy gnoll and he caved. He began to sing a few words here and there, testing octave after octave much to my pleasure. It was at that moment that I discovered the amazing ability that gnolls had to imitate anything that they heard. At one point he had used my own tenor voice to sing a simple limerick. I was baffled, impressed and in love all at once! Not only was that an amazing thing to know about a species, but it was the perfect ability to have for a bard and so I encouraged to continue on thusly before it came time for me to sleep. Even in my sleep I was mystified by the gnoll who had become my friend and student. He was my jailer, and yet he was someone I felt I could trust, if only we could have met in different circumstances, or if only we could be rid of this damnable place and travel together. A traveling troubadour and a gnoll bard, what a fantastical thing.

The third night he came with his lute again, stepping into the tent and pulling it from his dark shaded cloak, but this time he seemed a bit more somber than the last, his eyes not meeting mine, his shoulders sagging just a bit. As he sat down I decided to express my concerns, "Gaerr, are you feeling well? You seem a bit, more stoic than usual."

The small tease brought at least what I assumed ot be a humored snort out of the gnoll, his shoulders lifting as he let out a sigh, "I am fine Aellen. I just...Feel remorse. You are a prisoner here. I don't approve of slaves, neither do many of the others, but our leader has simply painted you as a whore, a paid servant that agreed to this."

Such words brought both happiness and a pang of furious anger to my heart, but instead of cursing that scarred idiot leader that had so cleverly tricked me, I instead decided to cheer up my student, though I wasn't sure why, "I doubt your leader would really want another man, doesn't seem the type, though I'm not even sure he could get it up."

Again a cheerful snort sounded from Gaerr, but this it was accompanied with a bit of a grin. Before he could speak I continued on, a hand reaching to touch his leg, "Besides, you're perhaps the only reason I haven't gone insane. Songs of humor and gutter wit are fine and all, but you share a very special passion with me, and you give me something nice to look at."

The light flirt was more of a passing joke, a simple jest, but even as I kept a straight face I felt somewhat embarrassed, heat coloring my cheeks as Gaerr simply sat there, the grin gone from his features, his eyes narrowing just a bit. For a moment I thought he would get up and leave, instead his hand over mine upon his leg, "You've given me more than I have given you. This passion would have died if not for your instruction." And my eyes grew wide as he continued, "And I've come to enjoy looking at you, Though I still feel sorry that I haven't taken you from this place already."

Heart racing and lips curling into a big smile I leaned in close to him, my nose against his as I spoke quickly, quietly, "Are you kidding? Sorry? This will make the greatest ballad. The story of the captive troubadour who falls in love with his captor, what a thing!" I then slipped my hand closer to his thigh, my eyes shutting as I gave him a soft peck upon the lips, "And besides, can't we leave together tonight? Doubt they would catch both of us, or even expect it."

Perhaps I may have been too hasty in asking for him to betray his people and run off with me, it may have seemed as though I simply wanted to use him to escape, but in truth I was interested in traveling far away from this place with a new performing partner, and perhaps lover. My small concerns were pushed away as Gaerr returned my kiss wordlessly, one of his strong hands gripping at the back of my head to pull me in closer to deepen and impassion the kiss, my body shivering as thoughts of escape were brushed aside by thoughts of passion and love instead. It was far too early to say if my love was true for the gnoll, but my minstrel's heart was so easily swayed that I couldn't help but desire more of the beast pulling me closer and closer into his embrace. I barely noticed that his hands were working at tugging my clothes, claws digging and tearing occasionally at cloth. Even though my mind was far too involved in this little dangerous flight of fancy to care what was happening good clothing was difficult to come by, as well as the tailors that made them. As I heard the first tear I pulled my mouth away with a gasp and brought my hands to touch his arms to try and calm the beast, though my own heart was racing, "Easy Gaerr...I'd rather not spend all of the coin I was paid on new clothing."

Gaerr's ears flicked and pulled back, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in close and quick to lightly nip the skin of my neck. The sudden motion brought a rather embarrassing yelp from my lips, my hands gripping at the fur of his powerful arms as he held me in place while his thick tongue dragged across the skin of my neck, at the same time his hands did not slow down, they continued to pull and tug at my clothing, his movements becoming more and more aggressive as time passed on. On one hand I didn't want to lose my clothing, on the other hand the impassioned bestial approach brought a certain feverish heat to my body and I was inclined to let him have his way simply to see where things would go. Before I could express my complaints my mouth was suddenly covered with his, that tongue that had been dragging against my neck slipping into my mouth, pushing and twisting around against my own. For a moment his body shook against mine and as I let go of his arms, both of his hands found my shoulders, his mouth pulling away slowly as he shuddered and he sat before me, both of his hands in his lap as he seemed to compose himself.

Eyes blinking, hands trembling I looked to the gnoll with some amount of hunger. Had he used that little moment of lost control to compose himself and prevent him from ruining my outfit? Perhaps, or perhaps not, regardless I was left starving for his attention, perhaps more lustful than he was, my own control certainly not as strong as his. Standing before the gnoll suddenly, nearly stumbling over in my haste, I began to strip, his brow quirking as he watched me undress. After experiencing such a bestial hunger encompass my lips, I needed more. Love and happiness could wait until lust was satisfied, escape could be held off for just one moment if it meant I could experience more of that. He sat there staring at me quietly, his red eyes reflecting the flickering light of the oil lamp nearby, my own body shivering as he seemed to simply take in my every feature. Before long I dropped to my knees before his legs and as he moved a hand slowly to touch me, I stopped him.

Gently I placed my hand against his wrist to keep him from touching me. Though at first he seemed he would ignore my touch, he became placated as I moved my face between his outstretched legs, his lips quirking up to a bit of a smirk as I brought my lips above his fuzzy sheath to begin experimenting. Right there in the dimly lit tent I could see a red tip poking free of the sheath, the canine tip dripping a clear liquid. His hand moved to brush the hair from my face as I dipped low with my tongue out to circle the sheath, dipping in just a bit to feel over the slowly emerging cock. At the same time my hands gripping upon his genitals, one upon his sheath to help coax his beautiful cock free, and the other upon his balls to massage and feel the weight of his orbs. As more and more of his cock rose free of the sheathe, the hand coaxing the fuzzy pouch moved instead to grip upon the shaft, my body trembling as I felt the thick warmth growing in my grasp, my mouth planting soft kisses along the shaft before they met his orbs. There my tongue lolled out of my mouth to drag against each orb, rolling them around before I suckled upon his balls, my own cock twitching and growing as I thought of his massive cock inside of me, as I thought of how much cum those thick balls would produce, and simply from the act of worshipping such a magnificent piece of art.

Every little grunt, huff and twitch made by the gnoll I worshipped brought a smile to my busy lips. Even as I was kissing up from his balls to his shaft I heard his little noises of pleasure and wanted so much more. Now that his cock was fully free of that sheathe I could see just how thick it was, a bulbous piece near the base making for an impressive sight along with the rest of the canine cock. I wasn't exactly new to being on bottom, but I knew that it would be a challenge to handle the great canine monster's cock. At the same time I felt more excited than I should have been and less concerned about the girth of his massive cock, my tongue dragging across the tip as I looked up at Gaerr, Gaerr whose eyes were looking down at me with such an expression of mixed love and predatory lust. I wanted more of that stare, more of him loving me with his eyes and touch, and more of the predatory within him taking control. Kissing the tip of his red cock I brought my lips over it, suckling gently before taking more of it, my hand very gently caressing what I could not suck in, bulbous knot and all.

Back and forth I began to move my head, bobbing up and down, and each time I came down, my lips tried to suckle and capture more of his thick member. Gaerr seemed to be enjoying the attention I gave him, his claws digging into my shoulder just a bit, the pain a reminder of how good I was doing, of how much I was pleasing him. Before I could even get to the knot of his canine cock I began gagging, my eyes shutting as I strained to try and fit more. It was then that the firm hold upon my shoulder turned gentle, his hand moving to the back of my head to loop his powerful digits through my hair, to tug me away from his cock. I whined as he brought me fully off of his cock, forcing me to take in air as I gasped out, my eyes half-lidded now as I watched his cock slick with my drool and spit, a line of the stuff connecting the tip to my lips. What a sweet beast for holding me back from choking myself upon him, but through his firm grip I brought myself back over his cock, eyes closed, mouth working lower and lower as his hand was forced and he simply let go of my hair, allowing me to impale my own mouth upon his thick cock, my lips reaching his knot, my mouth, my throat full of his warmth, full of his cock.

I could feel it throbbing against my tongue, his cock twitching and hot pre dripping into my throat and onto my tongue as I pulled away, the salty stuff practically coating my tongue with how much of it seemed to drip out. At the same time Gaerr himself began to get into swing of things, his hips occasionally jolting and jerking to thrust his cock to my mouth. I nearly purred as he did this, my mouth staying still to allow him to use me. I didn't want to be treated like a flower, like some treasure to be protected, when lust was involved I simply wanted to be fucked, I could question how much I truly loved the gnoll later, and the kindness would surely be appreciated when my body wasn't in such a heat.

With Gaerr working my mouth upon his cock over and over again, my hands were free to do other things, like grip upon my own meager member and stroke it, and feel over his heavy balls as he thrust to my mouth. Soon enough he wrapped his legs around my shoulders, his thrusts growing violent, his claws digging into my back as he snarled and suddenly began to pound to my lips. With every push and pound I gagged, and yet I knelt there in his tight embrace, allowing him to do as he pleased with my mouth and shivering body, the pain again just a reminder that I was doing every little thing right. The finish came without warning, thick, warm liquid filling my mouth and throat as I did my best to swallow every single drop that he provided me. Gaerr was there to help me swallow as well, his hand holding at the back of my head still, his growling a constant noise in the quiet tent, and his claws dragged up my back causing me to shiver as warmth trickled down, surely I would need patching up later if those marks were too deep, but at the moment I could only think of the warmth coating my tongue, the way my mouth felt after it was all gone, sticky and far too hot. Finally his grip eased, his legs trembling as he allowed me to straighten myself, my mouth pulling from his cock, my tongue grazing the tip one last time before I sat upon my knees, taking in a deep breath.

At that moment our eyes met and I could see the genuine concern in his eyes that seemed to bring me out of my lust addled state. Feeling over my shoulder I winced as I brought back my hand, a bit of red staining my fingers. Looking back to the concerned gnoll I moved to coil my arms around his waist, my lips upon his chest as I spoke, "I enjoy being roughed up a bit during sex Gaerr, don't worry about it...You can go as crazy as you want...And at this point even if you decide we should stay here with your people I'll accept it...Not just because our little intense moments, but because I want to make music and so much more with you."

Gaerr brought his hand through my hair, his nose upon my head as he replied, "We'll escape, we'll make music, and I'll make you mine in heart as well as body...But tonight isn't over."

Such a simple statement brought a frosty chill throughout my body. Though I believed he needed to become a bit more verbose if he desired truly to become a bard, his words always conveyed what they needed to mean, what he wanted them to express. I gasped then as he pushed me onto my back, both of his hands gripping at my ankles to spread my legs apart wide and lift my hips into the air. My justified complaint was silenced as I felt his cold nose touch my balls, his thick tongue lashing out against my puckered hole. The complaint I had been about to voice instead turned to a groan, my body squirming in his hold as he continued to drag his tongue against my hole. At one point he even brought his tongue inside of my rear, twisting and turning as if trying to lube up every inch with his diligent tongue. When finally he pulled away he lowered my lower half, his cock hard and poised to enter my eager hole.

A sudden pressure touched me as he brought the tip of his cock against my hole, a pang of pain crossing my features as the tip of his cock fit in. The next time we did this we would need a lot of oil, or something to make it just a bit easier, spit and love was just not enough, and yet I bore with it, sucking in a breath as the gnoll entered my rear. At the same time he leaned in close, his mouth upon my neck, the warmth of his fur swallowing me whole as he began edging his cock inside of my tight hole inch by inch. Occasionally he jolted as if he wanted to thrust in deep without mercy, but instead he only slowly inched inside, his mouth open upon my neck as he let out warm breaths, his tongue dragging across my cool skin. I shivered then as my hands moved to hug around his shoulders, my hips shifting every so often to help fit the canine cock deeper inside of my rear. When perhaps half of his cock was inside of my rear I felt his nose upon my ear, his breath hot as he whispered, "Ready?"

"Breed me." I replied, just as quiet, just as lustful.

It was almost as if the simple statement had been a trigger for the beast's desires. His hips rocked into mine violently almost immediately, his hot cock stretching my inner walls as he began pulling back and forth to pound inside of my tight rear. He thrust again and again without remorse, without pause, his panting a constant reminder of his pleasure in my ear. With every thrust I let out a grunt or moan, pain and pleasure mixed in, both of them coming in varying degrees that brought my mind to a near blank standstill. I could hardly believe that he could move so quickly, so passionately after already having released once. The pain flashed by in billows of hot white that seemed to lance up my spine, and the pleasure encircled that pain, molding with it, transforming into something entirely desperate that shook my body to the core, and I loved every single second of it. The pain could be done without, but the passion, the rush of being taken so roughly was almost too much to bare for my mind. If it weren't so frowned upon, I would sing ballads to the high heavens of being ploughed by monsters and beasts.

Gaerr's body shook and it felt as if he would try to pull away from me, perhaps to check if I was okay, but instead of allowing this, I brought both of my legs around him, pulling him closer and his cock deeper inside of my rear. Desperately I whined as he tried to force himself away, "No, no no no, please don't stop. Please keep going Gaerr, the pain, the pleasure, it all feels too good."

My pleas for the larger male to continue seemed to sway him in the right direction, his large arms coiling around me as if to cradle me and keep me safe. At the same time his hips began moving again, this time a just a bit slower. With everything he gave me, I moaned, I moaned to his ear and begged for more like a whore begs for coin. With every little beg, every little whine, he seemed to grow more lustful, his hips working faster his mouth suddenly capturing mine to silence my moaning and squealing. His claws upon my back dug in again, leaving their marks as he continued thrusting to me. Now nearly all of his cock was inside of me, his knot kissing at my puckered hole, his balls touching my with every single thrust as he tried to push that bulbous flesh inside of my rear as well. I could feel his control slipping again as he pounded into me, as his tongue caught and twisted against mine. He let out a muffled snarl as he brought himself deep inside of me, my back arching as my rear was stretched wide by the knot that began to slowly enter my rear. My eyes shut tight, my fingers clenching around the fur upon Gaerr's back, toes curling as I took in the final portions of his cock.

With his knot finally snug inside of me, both of us brought our mouths away to pant and breath, my chest heaving, my insides far too full. At this point it felt as though it were reaching into my stomach, my own cock twitching and spasming from constant railing I had been taking. Atop of me I could hear Gaerr whining, his body shivering, his cock twitching inside of me violently as he began to grind inside of me. Again and again he pushed that cock against my inner walls, every single time my mouth opening to let out a little gasp until finally I felt his hot release coat my inner walls with his warm seed. He grunted and his claws dug in deeper, his cum flowing in a torrential amount, and with every new spurt of that thick liquid, he thrust himself against me, again and again until my own meager cock twitched and let out an orgasm of my own. Toes still curled and body shivering, I held on tight until I felt his cum stop flowing, only a few spurts here and there surprising me as I let out a hiss of breath and laid back upon the floor, "...So...How does this work?"

I only received a grunt in response and so I continued, "Well, you're pretty stuck in there...Do you just...Stay there?"

Gaerr brought his tongue against my ear as he breathed out, "What would be the fun of that?"

Not quite understand what he meant, I wasn't ready for him to suddenly start tugging away, his knot trapped inside of my tight hole, stretching my insides wide as he pulled away again and again, each time bringing out a gasp and a surprised squeak from my lips. Again pain flared above the pleasure that I had been feeling, a hot feeling pushing up my spine as he finally pulled free with a wet pop, a bit of cum spilling from my rear, his own cock producing one last spurt of the stuff to paint my thighs and balls. Now he lumbered over me with a doggish grin, his tongue hanging out as he stared down at me, "You did say you liked it rough...You even begged..."

Unable to deny that I simply covered my eyes with one arm and smiled, a sigh sounding off as I pushed against his shoulder meekly, "You could have warned me..."

Gaerr snorted, "We needed to leave quick anyway...You did want to escape right?"

As he brought himself off of me I sat up with a start, only to wince and curse quietly, "Honestly...Gaerr, perhaps you were a bit too rough...I don't think I can leave tonight like this."

The gnoll's gaze softened and he put his nose against mine, his tongue flicking out against my lips as he spoke softly, "Then another night...We have a bit of time to prepare too. I'll go fetch something for your back too."

As he was about to leave my hand reached to grab his wrist, eyes shut as I let out a shaky breath, "Not yet Gaerr...Stay with me for a bit." The pain was catching up with my body now that the pleasure and passion of our lovemaking was finished, an incredible amount of fatigue hitting me. I wanted so badly to leave, and so badly to call myself stupid for letting Gaerr go so rough upon me during our first time together. We could have already been gone from this camp if it weren't for me, and so I felt vulnerable, stupid and vulnerable. Gaerr didn't say a word about it, instead he wrapped his arms around my waist and sat with me, pulling me into his lap, a soft kiss touching my head. I had found the best and most unlikely student in a gnoll, a gnoll that had been my jailer, a gnoll that was a proper bard in his own right, and most certainly my lover. There in his arms, I fell asleep, I allowed myself to be protected by this massive beast that could tear me limb from limb, we would leave together, and damn what a ballad it would make.