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

Just like she had predicted, hearing Nou being able to produce the very distinct and, for a normal human, difficult barking sounds that made up the Gnoll language was a shock to Thanrir, though it was very much a welcome surprise. While her tone wasn't as beastial as a real Gnoll, he was nonetheless very impressed that she managed to speak his own tongue at all. Never before had he heard a non-beast speak with such fluency. By now, the warrior started to suspect Nou would never cease to impress and amaze him with every one of her numerous talents, both magical and bodily , that was reveal to him. When she mounted him, Thanrir felt a warmth spread throughout his body that he thoroughly enjoyed, the sensation of the soft skin of the sorceress' legs pressing against his sides while her hands gripped his fur bringing him satisfaction in a way he had never experienced before. To him, it almost felt intimate in a way, the origin of the warmth clearly being Nou's, to him, goddess-like body, but for now he decided that it was better to focus on the run ahead rather than this feeling traveling through his limbs. Though he made sure to savor a little bit more before he gave the order to set off. XXX Thanrir had missed this. The feeling of travelling seemingly faster than the wind. For too long his pack had been weak and hungry, leading to their journeys having been far shorter than he wished and far more painful, but now they were back to what they had once been. Energy and adrenaline coursed through the Gnoll's powerful body, invigorating his previously tired muscles as he lead his pack across the plains that covered the landscape between Nou's forest and Crag Basin. However, the biggest source of excitement to him came from the woman riding on his back. Feeling her clutch herself tightly against his back, hearing her melodic laughter caress his ears, and the lingering warmth that her mere touch seemed to bring to his mind made Thanrir feel like this was the greatest journey of his life, despite how short it was in comparison to those he and his pack had done before. He almost didn't want it to end, he wanted Nou to stay on his back as he ran across the open wilderness for as long as possible, but even now he could see the sun beginning its decent on the horizon. One odd thing he did notice, as his muscles moved against the sorceress' luscious thighs, was a strange sensation of wetness on his upper back, just below where the junction of Nou's legs met his spine. Just what the wet feeling was, he didn't know, though for some reason he felt as if it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Hearing the sorceress ask him how much longer they would have to travel, Thanrir turned his head slightly backwards so that he could have excuse for getting the pleasure of having his eyes roam over her flawless features once more. He really couldn't get enough of her. Crag basin is just beyond those hills over there, he barked, not trusting his tongue to speak common while he was running this fast, while gesturing with his head towards the horizon where the aforementioned hills could be seen, large, sharp rock formations distinguishing from any other hills she might have seen on their trek. It's just a little further. Thanrir didn't lie, as when they passed through the jutting pillars of rock only a few minutes later, Crag basin, in all its far stretching, iron rich glory, laid before the pack. To people like them, mercenaries and Gnolls especially, these parts were no-mans-land, a place where everyone could stay for a night or two without risking staying in someone else's territory, even though parts of the basin were officially owned by rich elves or dwarfs who wanted to take advantage of the bountiful amounts of iron in the lands. As his men started to unpack and raise the tents they would be sleeping in, Thanrir made his way over to a slightly more secluded spot up on a rise overlooking the rest of the impromptu camp. Bonfires were quickly set alight as the sky began to darken above them, and it brought relief and satisfaction to the packmaster seeing his men relaxing without the fangs of hunger constantly gnawing at them. He didn't take long to watch them, though, before motioning for Nou to dismount him, lowering himself as low to the ground as he could manage to make it easier for her out of pure instinct. Once he was standing at his full height once more, his muscles slightly sore from the unuse their hunger had caused them, Thanrir gave the sorceress a lookover to make sure she hadn't gotten hurt on their journey or something like that. It was then that he realized just what the wet patch of fur on his back was because of as he saw a glimpse of Nou's supple thighs and the sheen of moisture her arousal had caused. Then another thought struck him, one that made him grin as he swiftly and efficiently set up his own tent and lead his new mate inside. 'With no underclothes, she must have felt every step I took during our run... she was rubbing against my back the whole trip...' Thanrir thought with a mental chuckle as he showed Nou the insides of his humble 'abode', his nose picking up the sweet, addictive scent of her arousal. 'She's going to need some help...' Without saying a word, the Gnoll silently approached the sorceress from behind, dropping what was left of his armor onto the skins laid out on the ground that served as his bed. The only thing he kept was his loincloth strapped to his belt, though it didn't hide much as his rapidly hardening member created a very noticeable tent in it. Only when he was stood directly behind Nou, almost towering over her smaller form, did Thanrir make a sound. A lusty growl made its way from his throat, making his chest rumble as his closed his arms around Nou, his snout burrowing into her neck to take in a whiff of that scent he'd found he adored so much while his hands landed on her sizable chest, giving her large, malleable breasts a firm squeeze to gauge her reaction. You're aroused... I can smell it... he half whispered, half purred into her neck, nibbling lightly on delectable skin as one of his hands moved to open up her kimono while the other continued to gently pull and push her irresistible breast, And it wouldn't do for a warrior to let his mate go unsatisfied...