The tavern was noisy this evening, more so than usual. Small groups of people were scattered about the tables, chatting after another day's work. It was too early in the evening for anybody to be drunk but they were well on their way. Todd was the only one sitting by himself, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. He knew most of the people in here, the town wasn't all that big after all, but he was happier listening in on other people's conversations. He liked being a bit of a wall flower. Work on the farm was tiring, especially at this time of year. Plowing and tilling would wear even a strong young man like Todd down, and people watching was his preferred way to relax.

The barmaid, a cute brunette named Hannah, came by and topped off Todd's mug of ale. She gave him a teasing wink, he blushed and smiled back awkwardly. One day he was going to ask her out, the other townsfolk constantly gave him shit about it, but it was intimidating. He was still working up to it. She laughed at his blushing, not unkindly, and moved off to help the other patrons. He slumped back in his chair, relieved to be alone again. He raised his mug and drank.

The tavern door swung open, rattled against the wall, and the room fell into a sudden hush. A stranger stepped inside. The sheer size of her blocked any of the evening sunlight from slipping through the door frame, she turned it into a portal of darkness.. She ducked to fit through the frame. A few more inches across the shoulders and she would have had to turn sideways. When she stood her full height inside the room the shocked silence turned into nervous whispers. People sitting nearer the door started shuffling toward the edges of the room.

Todd knew what a gnoll was, at least well enough to recognize one on sight, but he had never realized just how BIG they were. Stories didn't do her justice. The lady gnoll was at least 7 feet tall, closer to 8, and her body rippled with muscles. Even through her spotted brown fur you could see the definition, the strength in her frame. The raw energy put eagerly on display, for she barely wore any clothes. A tube top held her breasts tight to her chest and a simple leather skirt covered her waist to the mid-thigh. Her midriff was bare, and she was covered in a thick coat of fur from head to toe. Brown, black, and cream colored, just like the wild hyenas she resembled.

She stood there, imposing and unmoving, for a moment and the talk in the tavern slowly resumed. Louder toward the back, where the townsfolk felt safer. Though now every conversation was about the odd new arrival. Folks spoke in hushed whispers. The gnoll gazed slowly around the room and conversation died wherever her eyes fell. Nobody wanted to be singled out. Todd, however, found himself transfixed by this stranger. She was infectiously exotic, and when she turned her head toward him, he was caught. Her golden predator eyes locked on his, and perhaps the worst thing possible happened. She smiled. 

No longer did she stand passively near the door. She moved with a sure purpose toward Todd. His body screamed at him to run. A primal fear enveloped his heart as the gnoll stalked toward him and he wanted nothing more than to disappear into the shadows and crowds of the tavern. Yet he was frozen to his chair. He found himself wishing he had chosen to sit with other people this evening. Maybe he would have escaped the gnoll's notice in the first place, but alas he was alone. He was vulnerable.

The gnoll approached with focused purpose, nudging tables and chairs aside to make space. Her hips swayed with each long step. She was as graceful as she was powerful, and while it was only a few strides for her to cross the room, the adrenaline made the moment drag on. She reached his table, she kept coming. She stepped around that final barrier until she was towering over him. He stood up, tried to back away, bumped into the bar behind him. Her eyes hadn't so much as blinked since they settled on him, her sheer intensity held him in his place.

She leaned down toward him. Her canine-like snout was blunt, short, and creeping ever closer toward Todd's face. He looked up at her, as she pressed in on him, and crumbled under her animalistic aura. He found himself tucking his chin to his chest and, far too late, averting his eyes. He could sense the heat from her breath. Todd heard her suck in a deep lungful of air, felt the hair on his head stand on end as she took in his scent, his fear, his excitement. He kept himself from trembling, but only just.

Her voice was a deep rumble, her breath slightly sour, and when she spoke, he felt the deep instinctual fear inside him rising ever higher. “You'll do.” was all she said, and then, as suddenly as she had darkened the door, she backed off. She turned around, stepped away and the spell on him weakened. The raw intensity of her presence drew back like a tide, and she reached out and grabbed an empty chair as naturally and relaxed as could be. Just another tavern patron. He couldn't help but notice, however, the way the muscles on her back knotted and tensed even during this simple motion. They shifted and bunched under her fur as she dragged the chair across the floor with a dull scraping sound.

She set the chair at the far side of his table and stood behind it. She locked her eyes on his and he immediately felt that primal fear rising in him. An apex predator was staring him down, holding him with the raw intensity of her eyes. With slow deliberate movement, she raised her foot and set it on the seat of the chair. Casually leaning towards him on her raised knee. Todd stared into her eyes, lost in pools of black and gold, he saw an unusual glean in them as she smiled. The gnoll glanced down with a little nod. Instinctively Todd's eyes followed, and his gaze trailed down her body. Her breasts stretched the fabric of her top and the cream-colored fur on her abs was thick and curly. His eyes fell further to the black leather skirt.

It was hiked up with her leg propped up on the chair seat, and there was not a scrap of cloth beneath it. Todd saw skin, dark colored with patches of pink, like a dog's, but the shape was unfamiliar. Forgetting decorum, the gnoll certainly had, he looked closer, but the gnoll sat down in the chair, cutting off his view of her intimate place. She gestured with an open hand toward Todd's own seat and without thinking he sat down on command.

“So, what's good here?” There was a growl in her voice, like a wild animal forming words that didn't come entirely naturally to it. It made the hair on Todd's arms stand on end.

His own voice was a dry squeak. “I'm sorry?”

“Good. What good here? Like to drink?” She sniffed.

“Uh, the inn makes its own mead. There's an apiary just down the road.” Todd was still thinking about the black and pink shaft he had seen.

The gnoll nodded and gestured toward Hannah, gave her order, and turned back to Todd. “Seems a quiet town. Nice, even. You live here your whole life?”

“Yes...” Todd says, and then, in an amazing display of bravery, managed to eke out a question. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” she grinned “Like, what am I doing in town? Or what am I doing at this table.”

“Um, in town I guess?”

The gnoll shrugs, “Just wandering through. I travel, roam.”

“And at this table?” Todd ventured. 

The gnoll's eyes lit up, those ravenously hungry eyes. They seemed to bore right through Todd. “I think you know. Don't you?”

Todd was finding more of his voice as the conversation wore on but still only managed a strained croak under the gaze of the gnoll. “Honestly, I don't think I do.”

The gnoll leaned back from the table, draped an arm over the back of her chair and calmly stared him down. She considered him. After a moment she sighed and leaned forward again. “I do not think I'm much for subtlety, but you really do seem lost. I've found a particularly good bit of prey today.”

Todd bristled at the word prey, but the gnoll just smiled a wide toothy grin and said no more about it. Instead, she stood up and moved her chair around the table until she was sitting next to Todd rather than across from him. The sheer size of her was frightening. Being so close to her made the physical difference between them feel much starker. Todd was well muscled in his own way, but lean and tough. Hard work on a farm will do that to you. Yet there was no doubt who was stronger between them, and it wasn't close.

She sat back down, now too close for Todd to feel at all comfortable. Her furry elbow was touching his arm. He made to scoot his chair to the side, put a little more space between them, but in a firm tone the gnoll simply said “Stay.” and Todd did. At that, the gnoll smiled again. Not a cruel smile, but a pleased one. For the first time her eyes seemed to gleam with something other than pure intimidation.

“Good boy.”

Todd felt goosebumps run down his arms as something new and unfamiliar blossomed in his gut. He felt his face flush lightly, and when the gnoll noticed that and hummed in approval the redness deepened.

Instead of allowing Todd to keep his distance the gnoll nudged herself even closer, until her shoulder was pressed against his and her muscled furry thigh was rubbing against his pant leg. She let her arms rest on the table in front of her casually. Todd had his own folded in front of his chest, making him feel curled inward and small.

“Am I being less subtle?” she didn't wait for a response before continuing, “Let me tell you about the mating habits of gnolls. Maybe that will clear things up.”

Her words barely registered. Todd could SMELL her. He wasn't trying to, but she was so close he couldn't help it. It was … powerful. He fought not to lean closer, though he did relax his shoulders some. He was deeply confused at his own reaction.

“Our males are the smaller sex. They're bigger than you humans, to be sure, but not as big as me.” She splayed a furry hand out in front of her, fingers wide, and then flexed her arm until her muscles bulged beneath her fur as if to extenuate her words. “So gnoll women are used to getting what they want. That is just the way of it.” She leaned in so close to his ear that the soft fur on her muzzle tickled his skin. “And I want you.”

The words dripped into Todd's ear, soaking his brain. The gnoll stayed leaning in, her mouth a hair's breadth from him, breathing on his neck hotly.

After a brief eternity she pulled back, resumed sitting normally. Though still close enough that her thigh was brushing his.

“That should be clear enough, I hope. As I said, I'm not one for subtly. So, farmer, that is what I am doing, here, at your table.”

Todd tried to swallow the knot in his throat but couldn't.

“You seem nervous,” she growled in a sultry tone. Todd became viscerally aware of just how deep her voice was. “Here,” she held out a hand, laying it on the table, palm up, between them. “Go ahead, you're not in any danger from me.”

Todd hesitated, but cautious excitement was welling in his core and against his better judgment he reached out a hand. He unfolded his arms and let the tension in his shoulders drain by just a hair. He ran his fingertips across the palm of the gnoll's hand. It was hairless, almost like the paw of an animal, and the skin was firm, but quite smooth.

As he passed his hand near hers, she closed her fingers around his wrist, gripping him firmly. He tried to pull away, but her grip was iron and gave not at all.

“Shush, it's okay.” she tutted at him “I don't break my toys.” She took her other hand and ran it along Todd's arm. She felt every goose bump that prickled his skin. “You seem a little excited now, that's good.”

She locked those golden eyes on his. “Feel my fur.” She took his hand, held by the wrist, and pressed it to her cheek.

Todd didn't know how to react. He stared into her eyes; her hyena muzzle smiled back at him. Whiskers tickled his forearm.

“Softer than you'd think, right? Go on, rub it a little.” She moved his hand for him, as if he was petting her head.

“Try here as well,” she said in a gentler tone. Her voice was still a deep rumble, but the feminine notes came through when she let them. She moved his hand down her neck, trailing down the thick triangular muscles that met her shoulders, to the fur on her upper chest, just above where her leather tube top started.

Todd still couldn't find his voice. His hand was in the center of her chest, above her breasts, but his forearm was pressing against her top. Which was no accident. He could feel the softness of her against him. He moved his finger through her fur, feeling it on his palm.

“It's softer there, right? It gets even softer.” She closed her eyes and stretched her neck out as Todd scratched at the fur on her chest. “That feels nice.”

She took his hand away and put it down on the table. Todd wasn't even trying to pull it back anymore. “What is your name, human?”

“Todd.” he squeaked; his throat dry. The first word he muttered in what felt like hours. He reached for his ale with his free arm and took a large swig. Wetting his throat, he tried again with all the confidence he could muster. “Todd.” It was a near identical squeak, but he felt like he was slightly more under control.

“Todd,” she repeated “great. Are you scared of me, Todd?” She fixed her golden gaze on him again and waited for a response.

To Todd's genuine credit, he managed a fairly respectable “No.” Although he did avert his eyes to do it.

“That's good. I don't like scaring my pets, that ruins the fun.” She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear “Though I do quite enjoy intimidating them.” Her lips curled back, and she very gently nipped at his earlobe with her sharp canine teeth. Not hard enough to draw blood, just a pinch.

Todd felt a shiver course through him. Not a fearful one, nor a pained one. Something surprising. He sucked in his breath through clenched teeth.

The gnoll idly rubbed her free hand against the arm she still held trapped in the other. She leaned into him and took a large sniff along his neck. Sweat prickled his skin and he did not lean away	.

She moaned a low rumbling moan, “I can smell that arousal. That is also good.” She lifted his hand from the table. “Is this new to you?” she whispered in his ear, “Do you like it when you're not in control?” She was slowly moving his hand to the edge of the table, holding it between them.

“I've never, uh,” Todd stammered “never felt it before.”

She pushed his hand under the table, rested it on her thigh. Her breath was hot on his neck, and she nipped his ear again. “Felt what? Being submissive?”

Todd nodded.

“Say it, pet.”

The air hitched in Todd's throat. He was keenly aware of the softness of the fur under his hand. He let his fingers be led along the fur of the gnoll's inner thigh. “Being submissive.”

“I could tell the moment I saw you.” she whispered. She moved his hand up to the edge of her leather skirt, then underneath it. She guided him between her legs. Todd's fingers touched something, he wrapped his hand around it. She took her hand off his wrist. “Leave your hand there.” she commanded in a forceful whisper, then leaned away from him. “By the way, my name is Shanx.”

Shanx took a swig of her mead then put her hands behind her head and leaned back in her chair. “What’s the matter, toy. People are looking.”

Somehow Todd had forgotten where they were, and the gnoll wasn't wrong. Furtive glances came from around the room. All the people Todd knew from town could see him sitting next to the big gnoll woman, could see him with his hand beneath the table. It was almost enough to distract from the mysterious shaft that his fingers were now wrapped around. Whatever he was holding onto pulsed in his hand, and he noticed a slight shiver in Shanx as it did. He held onto the mysterious warmth.

Shanx took another drink from her mug. “You were right, this is actually pretty good.” she set it back on the table with an exaggerated smacking of her lips. “How about this. I'm going to finish my drink, and then we are going to get out of here. I'm sure your place is nearby.”

Todd started rubbing the thing he was holding onto and took a bit of joy in seeing the slight loss of composure on Shanx's face as he did so. It was also getting harder in his hand, thicker too. “Am I allowed to say no?” He asked, surprised at how steady his voice was.

“Of course.”

“Then yes.”

*****

Todd couldn't help himself and gave his hand a sniff as they left the tavern. It smelled right.

A few people had given him looks as he left, looks of concern, confusion, but he'd waved them all off. Shanx had kept a hand on his shoulder possessively as they went through the door, but once on the street she was a few steps behind him. She was stalking him. He could feel her eyes on him and she seemed to take great joy in the way he kept unconsciously speeding up.

On occasion she growled, and then laughed to herself as Todd's shoulders tightened in response.

His farm wasn't far, it was a small town and he lived shortly outside of it. As he walked, stalked by this large predator, he wondered if he really wanted this. What was he getting into? Could he even get out of it now if he wanted? But he thought of the way she nipped his ear, the command in her voice, the way she controlled his hand with her own, and her overwhelming strength. No, this was new to him, but he was excited, he wanted to see where it went.

He stepped through the gate in his fence, glanced behind him, and saw Shanx following closer than he thought. His heart jumped and his instincts screamed run, he tamped them down with effort.

Inside the house he took his shoes off, Shanx wiped her canine paws off on a mat by the door. Todd turned around to face her and waited. He didn't know what to do, it seemed like it was her turn to act, so he simply tried not to shrink as she eyed him hungrily.

Eventually she nodded to herself. “Alright, I'm horny enough so let's get into it. I'm not here to waste time. Strip down.” She began to do the same, though it took her considerably less time as she was wearing much fewer clothes. “Ground rules,” she held up a furry finger, “I'm in charge. If you're not into something, I'll stop, but otherwise follow orders. A little creativity is fine if you're feeling spicy. Put your hands down, the time for being shy is over.”

Todd was covering himself with his hands, though otherwise naked, on command he let his hands drop to his sides. His cock bobbed in front of him, already painfully erect.

She stared. Licked her lips. “Good boy. Now, I'm going to use you to get myself off, but good toys get treated right. I like to be filled just like any other woman, so you'll get yours too.” She stood with her hands on her hips, naked and shameless. “Now get on your knees, I have something to introduce you to”

Todd did as he was told. His eyes were locked on the delicious looking thing between the gnoll's legs. He had seen it briefly in the tavern, but it looked so different on full display. It looked very close to a giant cock, but the skin was black and pink in splotches. It didn't have a cock head, instead there was a large hole at the tip that was engorged and dripping fluids. It was easy to see, the not-cock was stiff, and Shanx was holding it up to his face, with her other hand on the back of his head.

“Us gnolls have some special equipment. Obviously this is normal to me but I understand it's a bit different with other races. This is my pussy, though it comes with a few more tricks. Technically it's called a pseudopenis, it is not a sexy term, but I don't have another word for it. Think of it like a cock if you want, that's one of my favorite ways to use it.” Shanx turned Todd's head to the side and pressed her hips forward, grinding herself against his face. She had to crouch a bit on her digitigrade legs to keep herself at the right height, towering over him as she did.

She smeared her tip across his cheek, leaking juices on him, holding his head and controlling him as she quickly laid claim to his body. “Good. Now you're marked as mine.”

She pressed a furry finger against the corner of his mouth, urging him to open up. She lined herself up and he gave her tip a kiss unprompted. She smiled at him. “Warm me up. You're going to want this thing nice and wet for what comes later.”

Compliantly Todd took her into his mouth. It was much too large for him, unsurprising, but he wrapped his lips around the tip of her and prodded the big hole with his tongue. Todd had never lay with a man before, so this was a wholly new experience. He took as much of her in as he could as she growled her encouragements. 

He wrapped his arms around her thighs, resting his hands on her firmly muscled ass, digging his fingers into the thick fur there and gripping it roughly. The gnoll's short tail wagged and she kept her own paws on his head, restraining him, guiding him. She pulled him forward as she thrust into his mouth, she pet his head with a large paw and moaned for him.

The fluids that dripped into his mouth tasted like a woman's, despite the odd shape it was a pussy in his mouth and he found that deeply erotic. Her length was stiff, easily as hard as he currently was, and the way she moved her hips against his mouth told him that she knew how to use it.

Then she gripped his head harder in her hands, holding him steady, and she slowly pushed her hips forward, sinking more of her length into his mouth. It hit the back of his throat and he worried he was going to start gagging, but she eased it out some again. She slowly and deliberately worked it in and out of his mouth, not forcefully, but with an unyielding pressure. Her length twitched, a fresh spurt of her juices leaked from her tip. She snarled, her lips curling back and her sharp teeth exposed.

“Good.” she said, and pulled her hips back entirely, withdrawing her strange member from his mouth. “Can't get deep enough in there, never gonna finish, but you've got enthusiasm. I like you, toy. Stand back up, let's get you ready for what comes next.”

Todd obeyed. He wondered how it was going to feel, sliding his own cock into her strange pussy. Would she be erect as well when they did it? Like a living sleeve over his dick? His cock twitched, a drop of precum squeezing out of it from the pure excitement.

Then Shanx moved behind him instead.

“I'm assuming this will be new for you, humans are so boring, but don't worry, you'll like it.” She ran her hands down his body as she dropped down onto her knees behind him. She massaged his shoulders and wrapped her paws around his hips, caressing him as she went. She pressed her chest to his back as she slid a hand down his front, trailing down his stomach and momentarily teasing his desperate cock.

She held him like that for a moment, one paw gripping him across the chest while the other paw stroked his cock. Wrapped in her arms he bucked into her hand in a desperate need. She nibbled on his neck, and licked the sweat from his skin. Her fur felt so good, so soft, and her hands were warm and strong. He let out a desperate little moan and Shanx stopped. She brought the hand that had been massaging his cock to her face, which was just over his shoulder, and she licked the taste off her own paw before caressing his cheek with the wet hand. Smearing her spit and his own precum across him. She giggled and nipped his neck again.

“Remember, treats are for good boys.” She pulled back and the softness and warmth from her breasts left his back feeling bare and cold.

She put a hand on his shoulder and pressed his torso forward, bending him over. She had to sit on the ground behind him, folding her long legs underneath her, to get the right angle. He felt her paws touch either of his butt cheeks and he shivered a bit.

Todd wasn't entirely comfortable with this, it was far removed from what he had considered for himself before. Yet Shanx was so commanding he found himself going along with it anyway. He was prepared to tell her to stop, if he needed. He told himself he would, the second it was too much. When he felt her long warm tongue slide along his crack he let out a long low moan and he did not tell her to stop.

Shankx caressed him lovingly. She couldn't help it. It might not fit her dominant style, was not an entirely appropriate act for a female gnoll, but this was her favorite form of intimacy. This and what came after it. She luxuriated in caressing Todd's virgin asshole. He twitched as he felt her tongue cross it again and again. He'd need to be warmed up if she was going to use him like she wanted. She didn't mind taking care of him like that.

Delicately she pushed her flat broad tongue against his ass, it was too soft to penetrate unless he truly relaxed, but the pressure would feel good for him. She buried her muzzle between his cheeks and pulled at his hips with her paws so he leaned back against her mouth. He pressed against her willingly and she rewarded him with a quick few strokes of his still throbbing cock. He tried to thrust into her hand but she gripped his hips harder in her paw and he stopped.

She backed off and he took some deep breaths. She licked her lips. His ass was soaked with her spit now. She stuck a furry finger in her mouth, sucked on it until it was good and wet. “Just relax, toy.” she said, using the strictest tone she had. She put her finger against his ring, subconsciously he tried to push himself backwards toward her. She smiled and knew she'd found a good pet for the night.

It took patience to warm him up proper, she applied a nice steady pressure against him and used her other hand to guide him as he ground against her finger. Eventually she felt him start to give, he relaxed and the tip of her finger started to slide into him. With the resistance broken it was easier to press in further, he twitched around her, his body still adjusting to the idea of something invading him in this way.

Soon she was up to the knuckle, her finger as deep inside him as it would go. She curled moved it around slowly but persistently, massaging his insides. She'd add her tongue as well, lapping around the base of her finger, feeling him spasm lightly against her. She knew her pseudocock was far bigger than her finger, she knew there was only so much she could do to prepare him. She pulled out, gave him a kiss on his hole, and hoped it was enough.

She moved him to the couch, bent him over the furniture. She was taller than him by far, and he leaned down until his face was pushed into the cushions. Still she gripped his hips and lifted him a bit to help her line up. “You're doing so well, pet. Just a bit more. Relax if you can.”

Her tip was soaking with her own excitement as well as the help Todd had provided earlier. She was as hard as she could get, but still a bit softer than a normal cock. That would help here. She pushed against him, squeezing herself between his cheeks and pressing greedily against his entrance. She rubbed his back and applied herself firmly. Her tip was soft and yielding but the shaft behind it was hard and slowly she felt herself begin to push inside.

Todd gasped as he felt his ass begin to open up around her. It was just bordering on pain, but he held his breath and tried to adjust as he felt the gnoll put both her hands on his hips.

Once her tip was past his entrance there was nothing to stop her and she slid inside, inch by inch, until the gnoll had hilted herself in the human. She pressed her furry hips to his ass and held him close, letting him acclimate to the deepest she could possibly reach.

She cooed words of enthusiasm to him, low growling mumbles as she felt him quiver around her. He took a deep breath and she began to move.

Slowly at first, just short strokes in and out of him. She knew how to please a male like this, it was common in gnoll culture and she had learned that human males worked much the same as her own furry counterparts. Long, deep, even strokes. Jab yourself inside him and jam your tip against his tenderest spot over and over until he blows. She picked up speed.

Wet sounds began to fill the house as she leaked her hot sex fluids into him, her hips met his ass with greater and greater speed. Shew drew herself out of him almost entirely before slamming back in to the base. His asshole gripped her shaft, he quivered in her hands. She bent over his back possessively, curling her hips and slamming into him like an animal. She began to grunt, to growl, to drool.

“Fuck!” she cried “So good.” Harder and harder she slammed into him, the couch creaked across the floor as she moved the furniture with her thrusts.

She stopped suddenly, causing Todd to cry out and breathe harder. “Why...” he began, but she cut him off.

“A bed, where the fuck is your bed.” He pointed, she pulled herself out of him with a wet pop. “Then go!”

They slammed into the bedroom door together, craving a desperate release.

Shanx grabbed Todd and bodily threw him onto his back before crawling into the bed over him. She hardly fit on the mattress but could not stop to care. She grabbed his legs, spread them, lifted him so her hips were lined up with hers, and pressed herself forcefully back inside him.

He groaned loudly, his cock throbbed against his stomach. The gnoll began to thrust into him, she leaned her large body over the top of his, her arms bracing herself on the bed as she mounted him.

Todd was overcome with sensation. Her long shaft pounded into him in a needful steady rhythm. Every time she bottomed out in him she hit something sensitive, something he didn't know he even had. His ass clenched uncontrollably, much as he tried to relax every few thrusts his body responded and a steady stream of precum dribbled from his tip. It felt almost like cumming, like smaller non-stop orgasms as the precum just kept leaking. He didn't know what to expect but as Shanx continued to use him roughly, he did begin to feel himself working toward some unknown peak.

The gnoll focused on Todd. She loved this part. Her pseudocock throbbed and dripped with her thrusts, sending shivers down her back and making her hair stand on end. Her juices kept things nice and slick, but her primary enjoyment here was watching what she did to her partner. Long, even, strokes. She stayed focus. When she felt his ass try and clench down on her and then quickly relax again she knew she was hitting the right spot.

Todd's hips were lifted off the bed, his arms thrown backwards above his head. His cock pulsed and dripped onto his stomach. The gnoll loomed over him, she was staring down at him with her golden predator eyes as her hips met his with force. He could feel her deep inside him, pounding away at this hidden button which has him squirming underneath her. Again and again small pulses of pleasure caused him to tense up, release, and leak even more precum. It pooled on him in a slimy puddle.

When he began to clench more often Shanx picked up the pace. The bed shook under the force of her. She eyed Todd's cock and the pre leaking from it hungrily. She was going to need a good fuck after this and she hoped the quivering mess she was going to leave Todd in was up to the task.

It was happening. Todd felt it building, each surge of pleasure was getting longer, the space between them shorter. He felt like he had been on the edge of cumming for hours.

Todd grunted underneath her, a long and intense moan, and his asshole clenched down hard on her length. She jabbed herself into him, sinking in as hard as she could, gripping his hips in her paws to push down even harder. A huge spurt of cum erupted from Todd, splashing up his chest, reaching his chin. Another clench, another rope of cum chased the first. The gnoll leaned down and began to lap at the cum on Todd's face, and then hungrily working down his chest to get the rest. She felt a warm and wet spot grow on her own stomach as even more cum spew forth and landed on her as she had pulled herself closer to him.

Her own length quivered and gushed inside the farmer. Squeezed tight by his orgasming ass she lost herself in pleasure and coated his insides with her arousal. Her muscular frame shook.

When his ass finally relented and his muscles relaxed she pulled herself free with a wet sound, but she stayed on top of him, methodically licking the cum off his stomach and chest. Taking him into her mouth to get the last sweet drops from the source. Sucking the very soul out of him. She moved backwards, letting his hips fall from where they were propped up on her thighs. She fell into bed beside him.

Shanx pulled Todd against her side. The farmer stiffened for half a second before relaxing against the big furry hyaenid. She put her arm around him and he lay his cheek on her breast. 

“Mmm, not done with you yet, but take a rest. I know guys can't keep up with us ladies.” Though her own shaft was quite soft at the moment too. 

Todd just grunted and nestled against her breast, idly he ran his hand across it and traced a finger around her broad nipple. 

“Well, don't hold me in suspense, toy, did you enjoy it?” The large gnoll looked down at him and for once there was hardly an ounce of predator in her. 

“Uh, yeah.” he admitted, continuing to caress the furry chest he lay on. “Not what I expected, but I did.”

Shanx smiled, “Good, I like pleasing my males. Gets me off every time, seeing you little things shake and cum like that.”

The gnoll rolled over toward Todd and pulled him in close, spooning against him. She held him to her chest, her soft fur caressing his back, and wrapped her arms around him. She even gave him a lick across the cheek.

Noticing the change in demeanor Todd was a little confused. He found himself enjoying being held and spooned by the large furry woman in his bed, but it did seem somewhat out of character. “Are, uh, you okay?” he asked.

Shanx grumbled and rubbed his stomach with a big paw, before sliding it down between his legs to casually hold him. Her fingers massaged his soft member, gently toying with him. “Of course, just because one likes to play with her toys doesn't mean she can't also care for them. It's part of the game. It's expected.”

That Todd understood, he might come from a different world but he knew about conforming to expectations. He rubbed Shanx's forearm as she fondled him. “Do you always play the game?” 

She growled lightly and nodded, “Mostly, it's as required as it is expected in the tribe. I suspect other females care for their males too though, but they wouldn't make it known.” she playfully nipped his neck before giving him another lick “So no telling.”

Todd twisted in her arms, turning back to face her. This time he trailed a hand down her stomach, feeling the soft fur of that off-white cream colored stripe. He traced it all the way down between her legs, to the soft and messy length. 

“So...” he started, “as long as we're not telling anyway, did you want to try something new?”

The gnoll looked at him as she held him. The small farmer, dwarfed by her furry bulk, but tenderly caressing her length as he looked up at her. She felt herself hardening. 

“I think I could afford to try a new game, briefly.” She said, her lips pulling back from her teeth into a predator's smile. 

She lay on her back as Todd crawled between her legs and lay on top of her. He stroked, fondled, and rubbed her body. He pressed his mouth to her large breasts, licking a nipple hungrily and she moaned as she let him work her. 

She got hard for him, and he got hard for her. Gently she showed him how to enter her, and she held herself for him as he took the lead. 

Todd pressed himself into Shanx, her soft tip wrapping around him as he slid inside. Her length relaxed as he pressed into her, allowing him deeper into her body until his hips kissed hers and they were fully joined. 

She lay there, leg's spread on the bed as her toy rode on top of her, wet joyful sounds filling the room. She felt herself quiver and leak around his member as he gave her pleasure. He used his hands and mouth and she moaned underneath him. 

Todd felt himself tensing and Shanx wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him tightly to her body. She held him locked inside her as he thrust hard and finished. She came with him as she felt his hot cum oozing out of her.

With her arms still wrapped around her toy she bent her neck forward and kissed him on the forehead, and with him still weakly throbbing inside she said 'Can I stay the night?”