Government that employs you to take care of the beasts in heat. Poor minotaur bulls who desperately need relief and fill your holes. Werewolfs with aching knots absolutely desperate to be inside you. Snarling gnolls bending you over a breeding bench to fuck you like a bitch.
In which the gnoll chieftess fucks you into a puddle very publically.
Okay, this time it’s not your fault. You really thought you had the Gnoll chieftess on the ropes, at least until she promptly pinned you. Fortunately, the Gnolls are an honourable people; her offer is a simple one, a day of your servitude for your freedom.
You thought you’d just be carrying her bags or something not~ oh fuck!
Her psudopenis stretches you out again, the sounds you’re making are uncontrollable as she ruts you into the ground. Maybe you should have seen this coming. Given their reproductive challenges, it’s no wonder they have a reputation for fucking other races, but you- fuck, you can’t bring yourself to finish following that line of thought as she slides out and bottoms out inside you again.
You’re dripping down your thighs, lying so that your face is in the deer skin rug. Your arms have long given out, all you can do is take it.
She’s practically feral, pounding into you, her claws pinching at your skin, her growls muffled into your hair.
You cum again, fluttering around her and she just hissed with satisfaction. She’s insatiable.
And it’s so much worse, all the others are watching. They don’t get to touch; you’re her prize. But fuck if they aren’t watching with pure hunger in their eyes, a few are even openly masturbating at the show she’s putting on.
All you can do is whine, bleary-eyed and drunk on pleasure, begging for more. You're hers to show off, hers to fuck, hers to do with as she pleases. And right now, that makes taking every inch of her again and again and drooling your brain out until she's decided you've had enough.
You cum again, you can't stop cumming. You've lost track. The gnolls are barking with laughter, pointing, leering, grinning from ear to ear. There's no hiding anything; they can see everything. Every inch of her is sliding into you on full display. You lost, and everyone knows it.
The chieftess digs her teeth into your throat, making you clench down in pain. Fuck it hurts so good. She keeps fucking you, rough and powerful, until she shudders into her own orgasm. She lies on top of you, catching her breath for a moment before she begins to roll her hips again. She doesn't get soft, that's not psudopenises work, she's always rearing to go. No wonder she's so pent up.
And until tomorrow, she'll be taking it all out on you.
Suffice it to say, it's a very busy 24 hours. You won't be walking straight for a long time.
Not exactly a request unless the mood strikes you (and I know you've done a little with this in the past which is great) but I wanted to say:
I think people are sleeping on gnolls. They've got the ferocity thing of werewolves, a pack structure that encourages sharing, they're matriarchal so there's lots of wlw/femdom potential, and the females have a pseudo-penis they can use for penetration!
Anyway just wanted to get that out of my system 🥺
Hi anon! You are right. I think gnolls are defintely a very fun monster. I don't really know why I don't play with them more, I just forget. 😂 But here some fun:
Gnoll!girlfriend who doesn't know how to treat you at first. Humans are so different from them, what if she hurts you accidentally? What if she bites too hard and you end up bleeding too much? What if you don't like the rough treatment she really wants to give you? She doesn't know what to do. Who to talk to. She just wants you to be happy... And satisfied.
Gnoll!girlfried who tries to court you the way of her people. She tries so hard to charm you with hunting, with fishing... She offers you everything she can, but she doesn't seem to be getting it right, because when night comes, you always smile shyly and wait for her. She doesn't know what to do for you to act on your clear desire, she can smell it on you. She knows you want it...
Gnoll!girlfriend whose control snaps on a random Wednesday. You've been together for almost a month, but you are too shy to initiate anything, and the smell of your desire is driving her completely insane. She tries really hard not to be too rough, but when she smells your arousal her whole body reacts before you can even open your mouth.
Gnoll!girlfriend who pins you down and holds you with her teeth against the back of your neck. Her pseudopenis hitting you just right. She ruts into your ass while you try to get some much-needed friction, just to grunt and push you down harder. You are not moving while she's on top. You can only take it. For as long as she wants. For as much as she wants. You are just her play-thing and she's going to have so much fun... And you are going to love it.
Had a thought you might enjoy. Gnoll milf biker gang who are rivals to a Werewolf dilf biker gang, and reader who is the unfortunate waitress stuck with their gang leaders bickering over her trying to get her to come with them while bad mouthing each other.
Oooo!
Okay, but what if it's biker milf gnolls and hotrodder DILF werewolves instead? Same idea, just diversify the way they are trying to get you to come home with them.
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You work in a shitty little diner on the edge of your town, close enough to the shitty apartment you rent with two other college students in similar situations to you, just trying to make enough to pay your rent and the loan you took out to try and get into the field you loved. Having stayed up late last night and now working a late shift, you are exhausted.
Yet, as you hear the rumbling of engines and the screech of tyres, you know your shift is going to be far more interesting than you had hoped.
The collection of bikes that takes up the left half of the parking lot is familiar enough that you have already called out to the kitchen to start prepping the usual orders for the gang of hyena monster women; however, the other side of the car park quickly fills with older car models as well. These two groups of customers usually don't end up at your work on the same day, but today is apparently the cross-over event of the century, as soon the booths and seats of your diner will be packed with older monsters.
Shaggy grey werewolves take the booths, legs spread as they lounge, and try to cajole you over to them to chat. As the leather vest-wearing, bike helmets on the diner counter, with their riding gloves, group of older gnoll women coo and twirl their fingers in the back ties of your apron as you run the drinks, you know both groups will want out to them.
The kitchen is a mess with all the orders, you help as best you can, where you can, but the hollering of the customers pulls you from helping the dish hand and back to the front counter, where the head of the gnolls and the assumed head of the group of werewolves are both calling your name. The older woman pushes the werewolf away by his muzzle and asks if you wanna come for a ride and feel how smooth the 'purr' of her bike is, all while the werewolf is a second from biting her fingers as she flicks her tongue along sharp teeth.
The moment he is free of her hand, he weazeles his way back to the counter and huffs, snapping at the gnoll about being cheap and not even thinking of getting such a pretty waitress as you near the deathtrap she calls her bike. He looks at you with softer yellow eyes, winking as he asks you to instead come take a nice night ride with him, safe and sound, where you can enjoy the wind on your face without worrying about injury.
Between the two of them, the rest of their gangs don't much care about what's going on, so long as they aren't actually fighting, but you catch all of them keeping a close eye on the other group, just in case something does start.
You are thankfully saved by the actual bell, the kitchen dinging as the first round of food is ready to go out.
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gnoll!boyfriend x human!fem!Reader
Good to know: orgasm, fluff
Your gnoll boyfriend, who laughs when he cums is still rutting between your thighs while your body has already gone limp. You are soft against the sheets, skin dewy with sweat, heartbeat slowing after your orgasm, while he is still chasing his. He is heavy on top of you, fur damp, breaths coming hard and ragged against your neck. Every thrust is needy, a little clumsy now, right on the edge.
You stroke a hand up his back, nails scratching through the thick fur at his nape. "That’s it, baby," you murmur lazily, affectionately.
His ears flick at your words, his hips stuttering. The growl in his chest cracks into something he tries to muffle against the soft skin of your neck. It starts low, like a grunt, but slips out crooked and turns into a helpless little giggle.
You smile instantly. You can feel it vibrating against your own pulse.
The next thrust drives him deeper, and this time it rips out of him. Louder and sharper, a bubbling laugh that catches him off guard. He’s trembling as he cums, spilling into you in thick spurts, and he can’t stop it anymore. He throws his head back, mouth open wide, and laughter pours out of him; raw, bright, and wild. His joy spills free in the only way a gnoll’s body knows how.
You watch him in awe, heart swelling at how unguarded he is, how beautiful he looks; eyes closed, sharp teeth glinting. Your chest aches with how much you love him in this moment.
His ears flop when he finally collapses beside you, still shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His laughter doesn’t stop right away. It comes in waves, breaking into smaller chuckles, then fading into soft little huffs, like he can’t quite swallow them down.
"Gods…" he groans, ears flat. "Sorry. I can’t help it. Every damn time." He sounds sheepish, but his mouth keeps twitching, another laugh threatening to slip free.
You turn toward him, eyes soft with affection. "Don’t apologize. I love it. I love you."
He groans, covers his face with one clawed hand, but another snicker slips out again anyway, and you just lie there with heart eyes, loving every second of him.
Speed dating at Blacktusk Inn - Part 5
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As promised, the modern gnoll story is here!
Content: insecure, squishy, gender and body neutral reader; praise kink from gnoll boy if you squint; penetrative sex, knotting.
There's also very fleeting mention of a young, terminally ill patient passing off-screen. If you want to skip that entirely, skip from: "Halfway through the third time you encountered him there though, he got a call on his phone and his whole demeanour changed." to the paragraph beginning: "Three days later, and you’d been to the gym every day in the hopes of catching him, you hadn’t seen him."
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You stared at the weights rack and felt a bead of sweat roll down your spine that had nothing to do with your previous sets.
This would be the heaviest you’d ever attempted to chest press, and while it might not be much by some people’s standards — that half-orc last week had really put you off your stride by snorting at you, but we can’t all be built like brick fucking walls, can we? — it was more than you’d tried so far. But you were ready. You just… needed someone to spot for you. Just in case. Safety first, and all that.
But the only people in the weights section were the kind of people who, through no real fault of their own, you tended to find nauseatingly intimidating. Like that troll who could probably bench press one of you in each hand. Or that werewolf who was fully shifted and currently on her hundredth(?) chin-up on the bars. Or that gnoll. He’d been doing slow, measured bicep curls for the past five minutes and you’d been trying not to stare at him. Most male gnolls were a bit smaller than their female counterparts, and tended to be less aggressive and competitive in the gym, but this guy was huge.
You must have looked a little too long though, because his dark, rounded ear twitched and he turned his head to look at you. Instead of glaring at you, he offered you a wide, friendly grin that showed off his massive, chunky teeth and made you a bit weak at the knees. Always good to go weak at the joints when you were about to attempt a personal best in the weights section at the gym…
Fuck.
“You ok?” he asked, setting down a dumbbell that was heavy enough to double as a battleship anchor, and you swallowed.
Now or never.
“I…” you croaked and cleared your throat, looking down at the bench and back up at him.
“You want someone to spot for you?” he asked, stepping a little closer. His paws were massive and while he had clothes on — black gym shorts and a big, baggy, white tank top — he wore no shoes. His claws flexed as his dark, smoky brown pads spread to take his weight, and you swallowed again. He had really adorable freckle-like spots up his shaggy legs too.
“If you wouldn’t mind?” you finally managed to squeak.
At that, he beamed at you and gave a gnollish giggle that seemed genuinely pleased. “Happy to.”
“Thanks,” you mumbled, and took a breath for courage. No going back now.
You lay down on the bench and he came to stand behind the rack. His big, clawed hands hooked under the bar but he didn't take any of its weight as you adjusted your grip and got settled, and prepared to lift it free. He loomed over you, his face serious with concentration. It was a comfort to know he was focused on the task, not gawping around at the other gym-goers. The future integrity of your chest and ribs depended on his concentration if your arms failed you, after all. You had no doubts about his strength though. He really was massive.
Getting your breathing under control, you shoved carefully upwards, and he grinned as you took its weight and began your reps. After five, you felt your arms start to burn, but you pushed on towards ten.
At nine, your muscles shuddered in complaint.
“You’ve got this,” he said in a low, quiet rumble, and it spurred you on to do the last one. You hooked it back in place and met his dark brown eyes. “Nailed it,” he grinned, all teeth and joy. “I reckon you can go up another five kilograms…”
“I’m not sure,” you replied, sitting up carefully and swinging your feet off to one side. The idea of making it heavier seemed overwhelming.
“I’ll spot you again, don’t worry,” he said, reaching for a couple of the smallest weight plates from the rack and slotting them easily onto the end of your bar. “But you definitely had some in the tank. Take a minute, have a drink, and go again.”
His quiet, easy conviction was enviable, but it sparked something in you that had been dormant for a long time. Or maybe it had been smothered into dormancy. Either way, it felt a lot like the echo of self-confidence, though the feeling was unfamiliar these days.
When you set down your water bottle and paused to let your muscles relax after the first set of reps, your eye was caught by a wiry looking goblin doing weighted squats on the far side of the room. She had iron grey hair and looked to be in her sixties or seventies, and you felt the heat of shame flood your cheeks when you realised she was lifting more than you could, at half your height and a fraction of your body-weight.
Seeing where you were looking, the gnoll gave a little snicker and said, “Oh boy, don’t compare yourself to Rose, friend. I’ve seen her outlast full-grown orcs in friendly pull-up competitions, and she can plank for an hour without breaking a sweat. Goblins are made of steel, I swear. Focus on your own journey.”
You laughed, feeling stupidly grateful to him for his kind reassurance.
“Come on. Give it a go?” he said, and you nodded and lay back. “I’ll be here. I won’t let you hurt yourself,” he added.
It was a struggle, but you made it to five before you needed a pause, and he hooked his rough-padded fingers under the bar and took the weight for a second.
“Breathe, and then just five more.”
Somehow when he said it like that, it didn’t seem so bad.
Things got tricky at eight, but you gritted your teeth and pushed through, and when you hit ten and he took it from you, your arms felt like wet noodles, but you’d done it.
“Alright!” he exclaimed as you sat up and cast him a sidelong look. He offered his paw for a high-five, and, embarrassed by his enthusiasm for you, you answered it. The pads of his paws were rough and warm, and his entire hand almost engulfed yours. When you lowered your gaze again, you could just see his little tail wagging back and forth and that finally brought a huge smile to your face. How long had it been since someone was genuinely excited for your achievements?
“Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice cracking a bit. “That was really kind of you. I’m sorry I interrupted your workout.”
“Not at all,” he smiled. “Happy to help, and you smashed it! I’ll leave you to get on, but shout if you need me to spot for you again.”
“Thanks,” you said, but your shyness returned, and you didn’t trouble him again that session.
Three days later, you were back in the gym with your muscles mostly recovered. On the ground floor of the building, there was a huge swimming pool and as you passed the viewing window you could see a couple of humans and a few orcs and perhaps an elf doing serious, focused laps in the swimming lanes, barely making a splash as they powered through the water. This whole ‘fitness drive’ thing was still pretty new to you, and just walking up the stairs into the upper level of the gym where the machines and weights were sparked the same nauseous anxiety in the pit of your stomach that you always experienced at the thought of going to a public gym. You didn’t look like someone who belonged here, with soft edges and extra weight in places it wasn’t conventionally attractive for humans to carry it, and while you weren’t really here to please other people, you were trying to take better care of yourself lately and that, unfortunately, involved exercise.
Your eyes scanned the space and you’d have been lying if you weren’t searching for a flash of honey-coloured fur. There was a large group of orcs messing around in the weights section, so you bailed and headed blindly for the nearest cardio machine, heart pounding in a way that made you want to throw up.
“Guess I’m running today,” you muttered under your breath as you stepped automatically up onto the treadmill. Panic had made you go to this one, and you thought you’d probably look even more stupid if you changed your mind now.
After an overly-long warm-up walk, you cranked it to something manageable and felt your body complain already. You made it to about one kilometre before you had to stop. Deciding to pretend you’d always intended to use it merely as a way to loosen up, you hit the ‘stop’ button and ignored its friendly advice to do a cool down, grabbing your water bottle from the holder and turning around to see if there was enough room in the weights area for you to slink in and do a few reps.
And there, looking at you across the room, was the gnoll from before.
Your heart flip-flopped in your chest, first with delight and then with horror as you realised he must have seen you lumbering away on the treadmill. Fuck.
But when he met your eye, he grinned, showing all his teeth, and he waved. You smiled back, and wove your way through the bristling array of cardio machines to join him.
“Hey,” he said, scratching behind one large ear with his right paw. “I wasn’t sure if you were a regular… I kind of thought I might never see you again.”
“No, I’m usually wheezing away in a corner at around this time every few days,” you snorted.
He didn’t laugh at your self-deprecating humour though, and instead turned his muzzle towards the weights. “You need someone to spot for you again?”
You bit your lip. “Yeah, I guess. You can be my cheerleader again too if you like,” you added with a spur-of-the-moment burst of bravery.
“Gladly,” he giggled, tail wagging back and forth. “You wanna do a few warm up rounds first? I just got here, so I’m kind of cold anyway.”
As before, when you were ready, he came over and stood at the head of the bench, hands ready to catch the bar. It was harder to concentrate this time round, with him looming over you. He had to be nearly seven feet tall, though he had that distinctive hunch that gnolls’ unique biology lent to their kind where werewolves were more upright.
When he took the bar from you at the end of your first set of reps, his fingers brushed yours and you nearly gasped at how velvet-soft his fur was. “Thank you,” you said, and as you sat up to take your short break, you introduced yourself by name.
“I’m Cade,” he replied, and stuck out his hand for you to shake.
Conscious that your palms were probably super sweaty, you tried not to flush hot and make it even worse, and you slid your hand into his. Again, the size of him was striking, and you felt something in your core tighten and start to tingle at the sight of it, let alone the feel of his paw flexing around your hand. His claws were dark and neatly rounded and you wondered what he did for a living. Most gnolls — not that you knew any personally — seemed to have active, outdoorsy jobs, but there was something about him that made you curious.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, and you got back to it with a shy smile. “Ah, come on. It’s not that bad, is it? You might even learn to love it soon.”
“It’s better with company,” you admitted as you took the weight of the bar and looked up just in time to watch his face go from serious to delighted at the compliment. “Not sure I’ll ever come to love it though. Not the way you seem to.”
He grinned and giggled gnollishly — the sound high and bright and a little silly coming from someone so intimidatingly built — and you couldn’t help the way your heart felt a little lighter and your body a little more energised. “I did consider changing careers to become a personal trainer for a while,” he said while you started to count your second set.
“Oh?” You didn’t have the breath to ask anything more articulate, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Mm. I just enjoy helping people out, I guess.”
“What do you do now for work?” you asked in a bit of a garbled rush between reps six and seven.
“I’m a paediatric nurse,” he said, and you nearly dropped the bar on your chest. He reached down and snatched it before it had even dropped an inch, and he shot you a look. “Don’t worry, I’m used to that reaction,” he said with a wink. “I was expecting it.”
“Sorry,” you said. Jeez, what a charmer. “I just… I wouldn’t have thought… you know… I’m sorry.”
“Eh, it’s fine,” he said. “Come on, get to ten and I’ll tell you the rest.”
You pushed through the last three and he took the bar and rested it on its hooks, allowing you to sit up with thrumming muscles in your shoulders and arms. You stretched out and twisted your neck to look up at him from your seat on the bench.
“We have a bad reputation still,” he sighed, “But actually, traditionally, male gnolls are the caretakers in our clans. Historically, the females did all the fighting and protecting, and we raised the cubs and taught them the basics before they went on to train with the females.” He shot you a cheeky look and added, “Statistically, male gnolls are the least likely of almost all species to be aggressive, so despite appearances, we make perfect caretakers. The kids at the hospital love me, once they get past the teeth and the size.”
“I can see why,” you said faintly.
Cade pulled a wide smile and eyed the bar. “Go for three sets this time?”
You did, and when you were done, you thanked him, and then headed to grab a kettle bell to do some other exercises. If both of you kept sneaking glances at each other for the rest of your session, well, at least it wasn’t just you.
Halfway through the third time you encountered him there though, he got a call on his phone and his whole demeanour changed. You’d been doing some lower-weight dead lifts, and as you set the bar down on the mat you watched all the joy bleed out of him; his tail bristled high and stiff, his ears swivelled back almost flat against his head, and his big brown eyes went wide with distress.
“Shit, now?” he hissed, turning away from you. “Fuck. Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can. No, don’t worry about it. Thanks for telling me. Ok, I’ll see you soon.”
He hung up, took a deep breath, and then slowly looked over his shoulder at you. “I… I have to go. I’m sorry. Don’t try any more without someone to spot for you, ok?”
You nodded. “You alright?”
He bit his lip and shook his head. “No, not really. One of my patients is… Uh… Yeah. Not long left, apparently.”
“Oh shit, Cade,” you said, crossing to him. You laid your hand on his fluffy forearm and squeezed the solid muscle beneath your fingers. He seemed to relax just a fraction at that. “You need someone to give you a lift to the hospital? My car’s outside.”
Again, he bit his lip and then nodded. “You wouldn’t mind? I was gonna get the bus.”
You shook your head. “Of course not. Let’s go.”
He was mostly silent for the journey, his knee bouncing as he sat crammed into in the front of your car, but when you approached the main entrance to the hospital, he said, “You can just use the drop-off at the front. Thank you again. I’ll… I’ll see you around, ok?”
You nodded and reached for his arm again. “Take care of yourself.”
He smiled, gave a low rumbling noise that you’d never heard him make before, and then climbed out and strode into the hospital without a backward glance. You looked down at the seat and found a fair few golden hairs stuck to the fabric, and didn’t have the heart to brush them away.
Three days later, and you’d been to the gym every day in the hopes of catching him, you hadn’t seen him. Your mood was decidedly flat as you stepped out into the fresh night air and tried to plaster on a smile when your best friend uncoiled his muscular, python’s tail from the back of the taxi that was waiting at the curb and flung his arms around you. His dark brown skin had a pearlescent shimmer to it and his long, thick brown hair was plaited into a thick braid that hung down his spine. He wore a glittery, black shirt studded with a rainbow of rhinestones that matched the iridescent gleam that seemed to hover over his snake’s tail too, and he had the most exquisitely neat makeup on that you’d ever seen.
“Gods, Mal, you look incredible,” you wheezed as he hugged you.
“You look good too, sweetheart,” he grinned back. “Any sign of your delicious little puppy at the gym today? No, of course not. If there had been, you wouldn’t looked like a kicked puppy yourself. Come on. It’s my birthday. You’re not allowed to mope,” he said, and he practically bundled you into the back of the taxi before going round to the other side and piling in beside you.
He gave the driver the name of the club, and the car set off.
“There’ll be so many beautiful people there tonight, you’ll forget all about this gnoll of yours, I swear,” he practically purred in your ear, and you tried to smile.
“Happy birthday, by the way,” you said, and you drew an envelope from your clutch and handed it to him.
He frowned. “What’s this? We don’t do cards or presents anymore, sweetie,” he scowled, but he did look secretly pleased.
“Couldn’t resist this one,” you shrugged.
The card was nothing very special, just a lame joke about not throwing a hissy fit on your birthday, but it predictably made Mal groan and roll his eyes. “Really, darling? Didn’t we get over the reptile jokes in kindergarten?”
You did manage to muster a heartfelt smirk at that, and waved your hand. “I couldn’t resist,” you said again.
“You’re awful. I love you so much,” he laughed, and tugged you into a sideways hug in his arms. “You’re the only person I tolerate this kind of shit from, you know that?”
“Yeah,” you smiled.
For a long moment, Mal held you and then he let you go and sighed softly. “I want you to be happy, you know?” he said. “You’ve been, like… ‘background miserable’ for ages.”
“I’ll try,” you said. It had been easier until Cade had vanished.
The club was packed already, but Mal dragged you to the front of the line and the two of you were admitted like celebrities and shown to the VIP area of the club. Perks of being with the brother of the owner, you supposed. Yves came over to greet you and his brother and to wish Mal a happy birthday. His present, it turned out, was unlimited drinks for the two of you all night.
For an hour, you and Mal chatted and drank leisurely, and watched the people out on the dance floor that was slightly below your booth, but just as Mal slithered with enviable elegance off the bench and started to make his way towards the dance floor, dragging you along with him, you caught sight of the familiar shape of a gnoll’s ears and froze so abruptly that your hands were torn from Mal’s grip.
“What, Sweets?”
You frowned, trying to make out the figure that was across the space, apparently also being dragged by his friends onto the floor. It was him. It was Cade. You had to laugh, and just as you did, he looked up.
His jaw dropped and he fell utterly still as well, then he laughed and shook his head.
“No way,” Mal breathed, now leaning in to hiss in your ear. “That’s him?”
“Yeah,” you said, and as Cade joined you, Mal — the cheeky shit that he was — gave you a solid shove between your shoulder blades.
You stumbled forwards and Cade shot his hands out to catch you before you planted face-first onto the dance floor. You whipped around the moment he had steadied you, and shot Mal the most venomous glare you could, and then turned back to Cade. “Thanks,” you yelled above the music. “My meddling best friend isn’t exactly known for his subtlety.”
“It’s ok,” Cade chuckled. “It’s good to see you. Sorry I haven’t made it to the gym lately. You find someone to spot for you?”
You shook your head and realised you were still holding his forearms. He hadn’t let go either, so neither did you. “How are you doing? I was worried about you when I didn’t see you after… you know…”
He bowed his head in understanding. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d worry about me, if I’m honest. I’m good. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, even if it was still really sad. It’s part of the job sometimes though. It’s… It’s not my first. But I’m not here to mope.”
“Why are you here then?” you asked, squeezing his forearm gently as someone knocked into you from the side. “You look about as comfortable as I am in places like this…”
His ears were pricked as far forward as they could go, straining like satellite dishes to catch your words above the thundering music, and the urge to make an inhuman squeak rose up your throat like a physical presence. For someone so huge and muscular, he had no right to look so heartbreakingly cute.
“My friends’ house purchase went through so they decided to celebrate and drag me out with them. You?”
“Mal's birthday. His brother owns the club, so we’ve had free drinks for the night.”
“Nice,” Cade laughed. “You want to dance?”
You did, but it wasn’t something you were any good at. Then again, looking around you, there weren’t many you’d have said were actually dancing. Shyly, you managed a nod, and he grinned at you again, and held out both paws. You slid your hands into them and he exhaled, his chest falling noticeably.
“What?”
“You’re so small,” he said. “I… I’m so afraid I’m going to crush you all the time.”
“You won’t,” you smiled, and stepped even closer to him. Close enough to smell the soft musk that rose from his fur. Close enough to see the lights reflected in his coffee-dark eyes and watch the way the pale whiskers on his dark muzzle splayed wide with his anticipation. In the lights you noticed that the white trim of fur along the outer edge of his ears looked like a fine line of silver. “You’re really beautiful, Cade,” you whispered, certain that the music would drown your words, but he pulled his dark lips back in a broad grin and dipped his head shyly.
He turned you in his arms so that your back was to his chest and he stepped a little closer, moving his hands to your waist. You tried to fight the self-consciousness that roared to life like a wildfire in your mind, and when he felt you tense, he leaned down and murmured in your ear, “Is this alright?”
You nodded and leaned back into him, looking up at his pale throat and chest. It was a surprisingly familiar view by now after your sessions in the gym. He was wearing loose jeans that ended at the knee, the way many non-humans did, and he had a black t-shirt on that fitted his muscular frame beautifully. His red-gold mane melted into the dark fur of his ears and the creamy underside of his chin and neck, and you wanted to melt against him and have him hold you forever.
“Yes,” you exhaled. “It’s just been a while, that’s all.”
“We can go however slow you like, but you should know I like you,” he said in a low, inviting rumble. He pressed his cold nose carefully against your cheek and then nuzzled you with his jaw. “A lot. Gods, you smell amazing,” he blurted, as if he couldn't help himself.
That self-conscious heat evolved into something entirely different, and pure want coursed through you instead. You ached again and your body seemed to prickle all over with desire.
His hands drifted a fraction lower, to frame your hips, and his fingers dug into your soft flesh. Above the music you heard him give a long, deep lowing sound; primal and visceral and honest in its appreciation, and it made you shiver.
You lost track of time as you danced together. It wasn’t so much ‘dancing’ as ‘sharing the same space and touching wherever you could both get away with it before it became completely indecent’.
At one point, when you’d turned to face him again, someone nudged into you from behind and a hand wandered over your back, and you flinched closer to Cade. He pulled his lips back and showed all his teeth, and the human who had wandered too close to your corner of paradise shied away with hands raised.
“Didn’t take you for the jealous type,” you said, and Cade growled at you instead.
“I’m not,” he said. “But I am protective. If you want to leave here with someone else tonight instead of me, I won’t stop you.”
“I don’t want to,” you said, placing your hand on the centre of his chest. “I’m not sure I’m ready to go home with you tonight either, but I do want your number and I do want to see you again.”
He smiled, and drew his phone from his back pocket. He twitched his muzzle towards the edge of the dance floor and then offered you his palm, leading you through the jostling crowd towards a quieter spot and shielding you with the bulk of his body when you had to force your way through the crush. You exchanged numbers, and then he looked over your shoulder and said, “Your friend is coming over.”
You turned to find Mal easing his way around the edge of the dance floor. He was moving slowly, carefully, the way he did when he was very drunk and trying not to show it. “Ah, man, I’ll have to get him home safely,” you sighed. “I guess this is goodbye for now.”
Cade nodded. “I’ll see you both to a cab if you like.”
“You are protective,” you chuckled.
“I’m not hearing a ‘no’.”
“No, you’re not,” you smiled. “If you like, you can get on the other side of Mal and see that he doesn’t slither off somewhere.”
The two of you wrangled a very curious and very obvious Mal into the back of a cab, and Cade came to stand with his hands on your waist. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his ears tilted back in a perfect display of meek shyness.
“Yes,” you exhaled.
He lowered his head and brought his muzzle to your lips. His mouth was soft against yours and he pressed his lips against you and then let the very tip of his tongue lave over your lips while his rough hands rose to cup your jawline and hold your face delicately. Cade didn’t spend long kissing you, since it was evident that this was a human gesture for which his body was not really built, but he did move to nuzzle your cheek with the velvet fur of his muzzle before stepping back and breathing out a long sigh.
Before he could say anything sweet or romantic, Mal opened the door and half his tail spilled back out onto the tarmac, and he cursed. “Fuck. I just wanted to say to hurry the fuck up because I’m cold and drunk and I don’t want to sit the back of this cab any longer than I have to,” he slurred, his forked tongue thick with drink. “Sorry,” he tacked on a little late.
Cade chuckled and helped you tuck Mal’s python tail back into the car for a second time, and you shook your head. “I’m so sorry,” you said, and squeezed his arm. “I’ll see you at the gym? And I’ll text you.”
He nodded, and you got in to the taxi next to Mal and shot him a flat look. “That was not cool,” you said. “You only get a free pass because it’s your birthday.”
And with that, you told the driver his address, and then, when Mal was safely inside and a little more sober, you headed home.
A text was waiting from Cade but you saved it for when you were finally ready for bed, and as you lay there in the dark, you opened your messages with a little trepidation.
>> You looked so beautiful tonight. I was *this* close to not going out tonight, but I’m so glad I did. I hope you got back ok and that the birthday boy isn’t going to suffer too much. I’ll be at the gym tomorrow. Perhaps we can grab a coffee somewhere afterwards if you’re going to be around? Night, and sleep well. C x <<
You read it through four times before you replied, and after that, you saw each other every day for a fortnight solid.
It started with coffee after the gym and then progressed to drinks, and then drinks and a snack, and then dinner, and then dinner and a movie, and then dinner and the same movie again because there was nothing else on that you wanted to watch, and then dinner and a stroll along the riverbank while the city lights twinkled around you. Finally, after two weeks of meeting every day, he took your hands in his and kissed you silly on one of the bridges over the river.
He nuzzled you afterwards and let out all these delicious, gnollish noises that made your heart skip and dance and skitter around like a trapped bird in your ribcage.
“I want you,” you gasped as he leaned you back a little way and closed his mouth around your neck, raking his teeth oh so gently across your skin. He froze, and then drew back.
“You mean it?” he asked in an equally soft voice. His dark eyes were huge and his ears frankly adorable as they swivelled first back against his head in uncertainty and then pricked forwards in undeniable hope. His tail rose high and fluffy behind him and you giggled softly.
“Yes, I mean it,” you laughed. “I want you.”
“Now?”
“Not ‘now on this bridge’,” you snorted. “Now as in tonight. Now as in take me home.”
“Yours or mine?”
“Whose is closer?” you asked in a decidedly hoarse voice.
He paused. “Mine, probably.”
“Then let’s go there.”
He held your hand all the way there, and stopped at least five more times to nuzzle you and kiss you.
You’d been to his a couple of times before during your whirlwind courtship, but you’d only cuddled on the sofa while eating popcorn and watching reruns of your favourite shows. This time, you didn't bother with the sofa.
You kicked off your shoes at the door and he backed you towards the bedroom, growling and making those delicious, low-frequency lowing sounds in a constant, rumbling song. He loomed over you, but you grinned up at him and tugged at the lower hem of his black t-shirt.
He tore it off over his head to reveal the coarse, ivory fur of his chest and throat, and you reached for him, watching as your fingers disappeared into it. He growled — actually growled — when you scrunched your fingers and tugged experimentally, and you looked up at him again. He was panting softly, eyes half-lidded with his muzzle tilted upwards a fraction.
“Bed. Now,” you said in an unusually assertive voice.
Cade gasped and then simply picked you up by the hips. You looped your legs around his middle and let him carry you into his bedroom, where he deposited you carefully onto the bed and leaned down over you. It didn’t take you long to discard your clothes and he stared at you in wonder when you lay back again.
He was hard and as he rutted through his jeans against your thigh, you arched your back off the bed and moaned. “Now, Cade. Please.”
You ached all over and you’d never been this turned on in all your life. Every nerve ending seemed to have been dialled up to eleven and every time his rough paws skimmed over your skin, you gasped and jerked and groaned.
“So sensitive,” he purred, leaning back to undo his jeans and cast them aside. His boxers came next, and you tried not to stare at the size of him. You hoped you could take him.
He knelt between your legs and gently bit and mouthed his way up your inner thighs before closing his mouth over you and letting his tongue savour you. It should have been unnerving to have the most powerful jaws of almost any creature on land so close to where you were most delicate, but it sent a thrill up your spine instead. He moved his head between your legs and you let your hand rest between his ears, guiding his pace and taming his ardour a little.
Cade drew back, his eyes glassy and his muzzle wet with a combination of your arousal and his drool, and he rasped, “You taste incredible.”
“I want to come with you inside me,” you moaned. “I want you to knot me, Cade.”
His eyes fluttered and rolled at that and he gripped his cock in one hand as though trying to stave off his own orgasm already. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck, that’s about the hottest thing you could have said to me. I’m really not gonna last long now. Oh fuck, I can already feel —”
“Cade, inside me. Now.”
“You’re sure?”
“Cade…” There was a growl to your voice too.
His cock was leaking all over his hand, all over the back of his fingers, and he wasn’t even working himself. You weren’t going to need any extra help to ease him inside you, but you were going to need him to take it gently.
“Slowly,” you warned as he lined himself up. He nodded, looking nervous and earnest.
The tip of his cock nudged inside you and you groaned and lay back, enjoying the huge stretch of him. Cade, meanwhile, bit back a curse and began to shake all over.
“I can’t,” he gasped. “Please… I…”
“Keep going,” you said, sounding gloriously winded already and he was only a little way inside you. “Don’t stop.”
The gnoll let out a long, lowing groan and then braced himself on both arms. You drew your knees up to help him and he began to pant again. “Fuck,” he cursed as he eased himself further inside you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I can’t I’m… I’m going to come… fuck, you’re tight. Oh fuck, beautiful, I can’t…”
“Yes you can,” you crooned, though the seduction in your voice was a little strangled by the intensity of the stretch as he eased almost all the way into you. “You can wait for me, I know you can. You’re so good; you’re so kind, Cade. You’re going to make this amazing for me, I know you are…”
At the string of praise, his heavy jaws parted to show all his thick, sharp teeth and he began to shake with the effort of not plunging into you in a single stroke until finally, finally, he was seated inside you to the hilt of his cock.
“See?” you said, reaching for the ruff around his neck and threading your fingers into the depths of the soft fur.
He keened and began to rock his hips. “Please… Please can I move now?”
“Yes, Cade. Let me feel all of you inside me.”
What began as a slow, careful slide of his huge cock inside you hastened to a desperate rhythm in minutes. His hips snapped against yours and you felt the weight of his balls as they rocked against you with each thrust. Cade was whining with each stroke, and you realised that the delicious stretch was growing, and each time he withdrew, it was a little less far.
“You’re going to knot me, aren’t you?” you gasped, drawing your knees up even further so that he hit you just-so with the tip of his cock at the apex of each desperate thrust.
“Mmnn,” he whimpered. “Fuck. I’m so close. You’re so gorgeous. Been thinking about this since… since we danced. Gods, I wanted to fuck you that night. Came all over myself when I got home. Popped a knot and everything, oh fuck, oh fuck you’re so tight I’m going to come, I’m so close, I’m going to come, can I come? Please let me come, beautiful, please let me fill you —”
His babbling, rambling pleas devolved into another gnollish low and he threw his head back, picking up the desperate pace. His hands grabbed your hips and his claws pricked your skin as he pulled you further onto his growing knot with every thrust. Delirious pleasure coursed through you and you barely had the presence of mind left to give him the permission he clearly craved.
“Yes, come for me,” you slurred. “Come inside me, Cade. Fill me —”
With a roar, his hips snapped against yours one last time and his whole body locked up. His lips pulled back from his huge teeth into a rictus of ecstasy and his eyes rolled as he came in huge, shuddering waves, lost to the pleasure of your body as his knot finally swelled to fill you and the sensation of it tipped you over the edge as well. As your body clenched around him, he cursed again and tugged you somehow even further onto his knot. His hips spasmed against you and you could feel him emptying himself into you in waves.
It was a long time before he stopped coming, and even with his knot plugging you tight, you felt some of his come start to leak out around you already, spilling down your thighs and onto the sheet. “Fuck,” he hissed again, and his body went suddenly slack, though his chest was still heaving for breath.
He fell forwards over you and braced himself at the last second on his forearms. You lowered your legs and he grunted as the movement jolted his over-sensitive knot, but you stayed there for a long time.
Gradually, your breathing settled into the same rhythm and your heartbeats slowed, and a leaden satisfaction descended into your whole body. You felt full, and cherished as he held you.
You lost track of time as you lay there together, but finally his knot receded and you felt a lot more of his come start to slide down your thighs. “Making a mess,” you mumbled from where you were half-buried by the soft fur near his ear.
“Mmph.”
“If you’re expecting me to have put on enough muscle to chest press you off me, you’re sorely mistaken,” you quipped, and to your joy, he gave a delighted, gnollish giggle and lifted his head enough to regard you with his slightly unfocused, dark brown eyes.
“You’re really something,” he said, and he let his pink tongue just grace the tip of your nose. “You sore? You want me to run you a bath?”
“Oof, yes please,” you smiled. No one had ever offered to do that for you after sex, and you were indeed a little sore from where he’d stretched you further than anyone ever had.
He lifted himself off you carefully, withdrawing from you and giving a little grunt as his softening cock slid free. He sat back on his haunches and ran his thumbs over the curve of your thighs, staring at where you knew you were probably gaping a bit. It was hard not to feel embarrassment until he murmured, “You’re exquisite.”
Cade leaned over you and fondly raked his upper and lower teeth over the soft flesh of your thigh before laving his tongue over your skin and then finally standing on shaky legs. “Been a while since I came like that,” he admitted shyly as he staggered towards the door. “Think I might skip leg day tomorrow and just chill out here.”
“I’ll join you,” you said. “I may never regain feeling in my legs.”
“I’ll carry you around anyway,” he grinned as he left and went to run the bath.
True to his word, Cade did carry you around his apartment the next day, and your feet barely touched the ground from the moment you woke to the moment you fell asleep in his bed for the second night in a row.
You weren’t exactly complaining though. It was heaven.
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