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

Thanrir didn't protest or fight back against Nou as she urged to sit down on her bed, his greatsword clattering to the floor of the hut as he let his grip on it go limp, and the mere feeling of the sorceress' hand taking his own clawed one made small sparks run through his body. This was all new to him. Never had a female had this kind of effect on him, especially not a human one. All of his previous experiences with mates had been quick affairs born out of a need to sate the sexual urge periods of heat brought, he had never really felt anything for those he mated with beyond desire. Even in his hungry, confused state Thanrir could tell this wasn't the case with Nou. She had this aura about her that made his thoughts feel unsteady, as well as make his body feel hot, and the odd thing was that he didn't dislike it. Looking slightly up at the sorceress as he sat seated on her bed, Thanrir decided that thinking about that could wait until his head stopped aching and his hunger wasn't as ravenous. And that's when Nou picked up one of the slabs of meat from the floor, giving him quite the view both down her gorgeous, sultrily revealing dress and of her near his slowly warming groin as she did so. Had he not been wearing his loincloth, Thanrir suspected she would have been able to clearly tell that he was aroused. The pack leader watched with as keen of an eye he could manage as Nou let the juices of the meat drip down her ample chest, his gaze darting between the sorceress' positively inviting breasts, her shimmering eyes, and the piece of meat itself, his arousal and need for food fighting once again. He still listened to her words though, one of his ears only taking a moment to flick towards where he could hear his pack finishing up their own share of long sought after food, and as soon as Nou revealed her preposition Thanrir's eyes widened. She wanted him to... mate with her...? And if he did, his pack would be supplied with both food and form an alliance with a clearly powerful sorceress...? That was... she had to be joking...? Right...? Thanrir watched closely as Nou bridged the distance between them, standing before him, the meat still in her hand and the juices from it still coating her chest. The Gnoll was about to speak up, to ask if the sorceress was truly serious, but he stopped himself. Instead of speaking, Thanrir, slowly leaned forward and closed his jaws around the delicious smelling meat, taking as much care as he could to not accidentally bite Nou's fingers off as he took the piece of venison from her and his sharp fangs tore it to pieces in mere moments. Finally, the hunger that had been plaguing him for so long was slightly lessened in severity. It wasn't by much, but it was still noticeable to him as his mind cleared. Without even thinking, one of Thanrir's hands shot out and grabbed two more pieces of meat from the floor, both of them disappearing down his powerful maw in an instant. Nou hadn't been lying, the taste was divine, he noted as yet another slice met the same fate as the previous three. Wiping his bloodied mouth on his arm, Thanrir stood up from the bed, his thoughts far more focused now, the distance between him and Nou being non-existent now as her soft looking breasts were lightly pressed against his own armored chest. He remembered her offer, and now that hunger was no longer blurring his senses, the Gnoll leader was able to notice a new, almost sweet smell. One that was coming from Nou herself, he realized quickly. From her... nether regions. More warmth spread throughout the body of the muscular Gnoll at this revelation, most of it making its way down to Thanrir's own loins, the cloth covering him beginning to slowly bulge outward as his arousal became more intense. What he was faced with was what felt like the deal of a lifetime, but if Nou was telling the truth, Thanrir was not going to pass up on this offer. I accept... he growled lowly, though the growl itself was far different than any he had released before. It wasn't aggressive this time, just hungry . Though, not for the kind of flesh he had eaten just moments ago. This was another kind of hunger, one that could only be sated by a special form of meat . You will join us, help us, and in return... as he spoke, Thanrir began leaning down, his claws retracting as his hands landed on the almost exposed hips of the sorceress. I will take you ... As the words left his lips, Thanrir touched his nose against Nou's neck, taking in a deep breath to cement her unique scent to his memory, assuring he never forgot it, before he let his large, slightly coarse tongue lap at the generous amount of delectable skin on display. Slowly, he trailed down her exposed collar bone, taking in her taste just like he had her scent, until he reached the valley of her breasts where he stopped to lick up the spilled meat juices still there. The tent in the Gnoll's loincloth was only growing larger as his beastly member became more hardened. It didn't matter to him that it would be the first time he mated with a human, Thanrir felt more aroused than he could ever remember. All thanks to Nou.