Thread: Queen of the Pack ((Maxaro & ViperFang))

Nou waited patiently as Thanrir addressed his pack, standing at his side while listening to his speech. He wasnt one to mince words, clearly. Very dominant and strong-willed. She couldnt hide a small grin when he addressed her as their newest packmate, letting out a small contented sigh as he possessively pulled her to his side, his clawed hand gripping her hip gently. Her grin grew wider as he openly claimed her as his mate, already imagining scenarios in which they would share his tent. She wasnt sure what he was used to as a Gnoll, but she certainly wanted to see howadventurous he could be. Though Nou also noticed the mocking behavior among Thanrirs pack, she ignored it in favor of observing the Gnoll that stepped forward, nodding back at him. She was impressed at how organized they could be. Most stories simply described Gnoll packs as savage and bloodthirsty, thriving on mindless violence. She turned to Thanrir as he spoke to her in the common tongue, smiling and nodding as he informed her where she would be staying. I wouldnt have it any other way, she purred, letting her eyes bore into his as he went on. Though she had never been to the Crag Basin, she had a decent idea of where it was. Sadly, that was all. She was surprised at his suggestion, but wasnt opposed. I hate to inconvenience you, but youre right. It may be better for me to conserve my magic for the time being. Thatwasnt the only reason she was so willing. The idea of riding on his broad, powerful back as they dashed towards their destination? Sounded exciting. She watched as he stripped out of his armor and crouched down. Another Gnoll started to grab at her bags, but she halted him for a moment. Be sure and place his armor in the bag. We cant leave it behind, she said, using the Gnoll language, in part to surprise Thanrir. The Gnoll did as commanded, though at first skeptically, not imagining there was room for more inside. And yet, as he slipped the breastplate inside, it fit perfectly, and the weight of the bag was still impossibly light. He looked at her in surprise as she mounted Thanrirs back with a grin. Relax. Its only magic. She eased herself down, feeling Thanrirs spine press firmly at the apex between her legs. She inhaled sharply biting her lip as she leaned forward, grasping his shoulders with her hands while her legs tightened around him. She was very light for his strength, hardly a hindrance in that regard. Yet even now, her womanhood was growing hot and wet again, having failed to slip on undergarments. Before they set off, Nou waved her hands around to the woods that surrounded them. With loud creaking, the tree trunks bended to form a path, the wicked thorns receded, and the poisonous plants shriveled up harmlessly. And with that, they were off, darting across the plains in search of the Crag Basin. Nou was having a hard time keeping her composure, feeling his rippling muscles between her legs as he ran. The rush of the air blowing her hair back wasexciting! She hadnt been particularly mobile most of her life, choosing to move only when it suited her, and it was always either on foot or by teleporting herself. It was all such a rush, she couldnt hold back the occasional genuine, carefree laugh. After a while, she decided she would do better for the pack to stay alert, in case something came for them as they ran. Should a threat emerge, her spells could give them an advantage at a long range. So far, nothing. She leaned down to Thanrirs ear. How much further? Im not complaining, mind you, just curious. Ive never been this far. Frankly, she didnt care if they ran all the way until nightfall. Thanrirs flexing muscles grinding against her bare womanhood was more than satisfactory.