Beneath the Gnolls

***Warning, this work contains graphic non consensual sex between a big furry lady with a dick and a human femboy. It also has strong aspects of scentplay and dominance.***

"My lord, we've just received word that another merchant caravan disappeared." Dellan looked up at the boring man addressing his father, lord Jareth Belmas. Del tried his best to follow the conversation, but these state affairs were so boring. His books were so much more interesting. The nobles in them were always surrounded by drama and intrigue, not the simple monotony and mundane duties his father wanted him to learn.

The soldier's report continued. Lord Belmas clearly was growing more upset at Del the more he ignored the man, lost in his own little fantasy world. "Thank you Simson, that will be enough for now." He waved the man out.

When the door closed, the visage on professionalism fell away as he turned on the boy. "How do you expect to learn statecraft if you can't pay attention to a single damned report?" He spat violently, grabbing Del's shoulders.

"I've told you before, father, I don't want to be a statesman like you." Del cowered as he spoke, trying to look as innocent and weak as possible so his father would let him off lightly. They'd been through this conversation so many times, but it seemed his father wants to have it again.

"What are you going to do with your life then? No son of mine is going to be a lazy freeloader. You need to start pulling your weight." Del waited for whatever toothless punishment his father would give him this time. "I've had enough of you," the fuming man said. "I've decided you're going to travel with Simson there to see for yourself what's happening to these disappearing merchants."

"Wait father, I can spend the evening teaching the children again, or you could make me have dinner with some duchess." Del tried to plead. "I can't leave the walls, I can't be away from my books and my room."

"You're going, and I've made up my mind. I decide what's best for you, and right now you need to see what the world is really like." Del sadly nodded, knowing there was nothing more he could do to change the man's mind.

On his way to sulk in his room, Del noticed his younger sister, the 19 year old Portia, idling nearby. "I heard father got pretty mad at you, what a shame. Your lazy ass will finally have to do something." She mimed crying a single tear for him.

"I'm not in the mood to be pestered Portia. Leave me alone." He said dejectedly.

"We both know he's just sending you out there so he can get you out of the way. He won't have to deal with your whining, and I'll be his next heir when something happens to you." Her words stung. Del hoped they weren't true. Surely his father wouldn't do something like that to him? "You're gonna die, then father will pass his position on to me."

"No, you're wrong!" Del yelled. He ran back to his room. He slammed the door behind himself, feeling tears welling in his eyes. "What would you do Harper?" He asked one of the heroes from his books, wishing he could get a response from the tricky archer. Del knew there was no way out of this though as he sighed dejectedly and cracked open one of his well-loved books while he still could.

When morning came, Dellan felt awful, dreading the day, but he went to the armorer to get fitted for his journey. As the man was taking his measurements, Del looked himself over in the mirror. He saw a fair skinned 21 year old boy with long auburn hair looking back at him. He wore silver piercings in his ears and silver rings on his fingers. He was slender and his skin was soft and clean, he made sure to shave his body hair often, he just felt so much cleaner without it. Del had always been embarrassed about how fat his ass was too, he figured everything he ate must go to his plush derriere instead of his belly, which was remarkably flat. It made him feel girly.

The armorer finished taking Del's measurements saying, "I don't think your physique will be able to carry much besides some light padding my prince, but it should protect you well enough so long as you stay away from any actual fighting." Del nodded, thanking the man for the fine padded tunic and pants. It felt a bit restricting, but he was just glad he didn't have to wear any of that heavy metal. He picked up a sword from the blacksmith, just in case he needed to defend himself and met up with Simson and a couple other soldiers at the gate. Del felt for his pack, a couple novels there giving him some comfort as he said, "I'm ready to set off."

One of the soldiers grunted in affirmation, Del noticed that they looked like they had been waiting a while for him. "You sure took your time my prince, try not to slow us down on the road."

"I'll do my best."

"You'd better, no slacking." Simson spoke this time. "I'm sure you all know this, but I'll reiterate just in case anyone wasn't paying attention." He looked not so subtly at Del. "Our mission is to meet up with a caravan in Riverton to protect them and figure out what's making them disappear. I expect you all to be vigilant." Del nodded, knowing this was going to be hell. The men mounted horses, and Del did the same as they set off.

He was right. A couple hours of hard riding later and Del felt sore all over. He didn't know how the soldiers could do this, he was sweaty and exhausted while they looked fine. He had noticed a peculiar smell on the road though, but it was hard to place. It was similar to the way the male soldiers' barracks smelled the few times he had stopped by. "Let's pause for some rest, the town of Riverton is a couple more hours by horseback, but we should give the animals some time to rest." Del practically fell off his horse as he struggled, his legs and his entire body for that matter were like jelly after the rough ride.

While the horses were resting, one of the soldiers leaned over to Del, his breath smelling faintly of booze and his mustache greasy and unkempt. "You royalty are all the same, you give orders, but you can't survive outside of your shiny palaces." The other soldiers laughed, Del even noticed Simson smiling, "How does it feel, whelpling prince? This is what we do while you eat and ignore the world. You're more like a princess anyway, your sister acts more manly than you."

Del wished he could be anywhere but where he was right now. He was used to being mocked, but he always had some escape. "I'll tell my father you're doing this." His words felt weak even as he said them. The men laughed at him.

"Your father told me to treat you like one of my soldiers. And I'm sure you boys all know the punishment for talking back to a commanding officer." Simson gestured to his men as they grabbed Del and raised his shirt while he struggled, Simson grabbed a heavy looking leather whip from his saddlebag. "Five lashes." He licked his lips, seeing the smooth skin of Del's back. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time, you pompous asshole." Del smelled that scent again from the road as he was bracing himself, but the strike never came. He looked back over his shoulder only to see an arrow buried in Simson's eye.

There was a brief, stunned silence, then the soldiers started to yell as they grabbed their weapons from their saddlebags. Del could only cower, trying his best to find a bush to hide in as a battle broke out around him. He saw several of the soldiers gutted, and from his hiding place, he could just barely make out spotted pelts, and massive warriors, eight feet tall, cackling as they slaughtered the unprepared troop. He had heard about these creatures before, they were gnolls, merciless hyena people who stood on two legs and slaughtered entire villages. He knew he'd die if they found him. Del's heart pounded violently in his chest as he tried to make himself as small as possible. He heard the carnage winding down, then something even more terrifying, a beast sniffing, approaching his hiding place. A clawed hand grabbed him by his shirt as he let out a scream and was yanked from the bush, the massive figure holding him aloft.

Del had a moment to look at the warriors that had just murdered his band, and he noticed something. They were all females. They had large sets of breasts, barely restrained by primal looking armor, seemingly tailored to be erotic. They had the faces of hyenas, grinning wickedly and were covered in gore splattered fur from head to foot. There were five of them, and Del spotted something disturbing as they looked at him hungrily, bulges in the loincloths they wore, suggesting a codpiece. He hoped it was that at least.

"Warchief look at this" the gnoll that was holding him spoke in a gravely tone. "This one hid while his companions died. What a sissy he must be."

"He's so scrawny, I bet he's just bone. Not even worth eating," another said, devolving into a hyena cackle.

Del managed to stutter out fearfully "wait, please don't eat me. I can be useful to you." He was absolutely panicking. He tried to come up with something the mighty Harper would say here, but just drew a blank. All his mind could process was fear.

The largest gnoll, sporting scars across her face, several gold rings in her ears, and a fur cape on her shoulders came over to where Del was being held and crouched down so she was face to face with him. "You will be useful to us." She almost purred. "We haven't gotten the chance to take any slaves in a while, and my warriors are a bit pent up from the excitement. My name is Warchief Haxx. You'd do well to remember it since you'll be serving me for the rest of your days, however few that is." Del felt like he was sinking, like he'd been drowning for the last day, and his old life was only getting further away from him the further he was dragged down.

"How about I introduce us properly" the warchief cackled as she shoved Del's face below her loincloth. He was immediately overwhelmed by the choking scent of sweat and musk. He felt something warm and fleshy against his face as his fears were confirmed; the gnolls were not wearing codpieces, they all sported massive, black canine cocks, well over a foot in length. Del couldn't make out anything happening outside his fragrant, cloth prison. He squirmed, but Haxx just pressed him harder into her sour balls, making him inhale her musky scent. They were each the size of his fist, covered in fur matted from sweat. Haxx grinded her cock and balls over Del's face, marking him with her scent thoroughly.

Del was almost shocked by the smell of untainted air as she removed him from between her steamy thighs. He was in a daze from the lack of clean air as he barely made out Haxx saying, "I better feel that tongue, or you'll feel my claws" before she shoved him back into the sweaty darkness of her crotch. Del felt sharp points against his back, and replayed the words he just heard, trying to make out their meaning in his mind. He realized that he needed to start licking her through his scent fogged mind, and did so as he felt as much as heard a deep moan reverberate through the gnoll's massive frame.

Her taste was primal and disgusting. Del felt like he was being forced to lick a dirty towel that all the barracks men just used. His virgin mind was reeling, unable to comprehend the feelings racing through his body. Why did this have to happen to him? He didn't even want to be here, and now he felt violated, like some precious innocence was being stolen from him as he gave his first kiss to a pair of gnoll cum tanks.

"That's it humie." Del could barely make out the warchief's growl of approval as he saw her throbbing, black, knotted tool make its way fully out of her furry sheathe. Del did his best to avoid the pillar of breeding flesh and make out with the virile set of gnoll nuts, wanting to appease his new captor and avoid becoming hyena lunch. He was forced by her hand to place a kiss right on her sheathe right between her balls at the base of her canine dong. Through his musk hazed mind, Del realized he was being pulled out of the loincloth again and tried to get a breath of clean air, but panicked as he realized he's now positioned right in front of Haxx's throbbing pecker.

Now that Haxx's loincloth was no longer obscuring his view, Del was able to tell what was going on around him, and it just made him feel more violated. The rest of the gnoll warband had their knotted cocks out and were creating a wall of giant, muscular, furry futa around him. Their breeding scent was almost as strong as it had been with his face pressed against Haxx's balls as they all stroked their throbbing erections to the sight of Del getting used like a sweat rag.

"Wait, I've never done anything like this before," Del bleated out as Haxx pressed his lips against the head head of her mighty dick. He felt the cock give a mighty throb as he confessed that he was a virgin to her. He saw the warchief take a deep breath before howling. "It's not often we get a cherry boy. It's always whores and gigolos who travel the roads," she snarled. "You're going to be a real treat."

With that, she pulled his head violently down her cock. Del gagged, never having had any intrusion reach that deep. He opened his eyes and saw with dread that he had taken only about a quarter of her cock with that first thrust, and his throat already felt like it didn't have room for any more. With a savage, dominant glint in her eye, Haxx pulled Del off, leaving only her tapered tip in his mouth before slamming her cock back into his throat, making his eyes water. She roughly facefucked him, her throbbing dick reaching further into his throat with each mighty thrust. Eventually, Del's gag reflex gave up, and he felt her cock spear into his throat smoothly. The combination of oxygen deprivation, the scent of gnoll musk, and the eroticism of his first sexual encounter were making Del loopy as he lost awareness of everything but that dominant, pulsing flesh making its way down his throat.

He felt like there was nothing in the world but that strong, virile cock and his weak, pliable throat. He began suckling it, not even thinking anymore as his mind went dormant and just let his body's instincts take over. "That's a good slave, you're learning your place" Haxx moaned as she made the boy her bitch. His mouth felt so soft and pliable as he nursed from her cock like a baby sucking from a teat. That tight little throat constricted around her cock as she felt Del swallow her copious precum. The gnoll warchief savored every moment of her conquest as inch after inch of cock found a new home in this boy. She smiled, pulling back, relishing the feeling of each vein drawing out of him only to sigh as she felt him envelop her again as she squatted back down.

As she vigorously ravaged his mouth, the other raiders were enjoying the show, stroking themselves and mocking their captive. They flung ropes of precum onto his pretty face and filled the air with horny gnoll scent. Haxx felt herself getting close to the edge taking advantage of this formerly innocent boy. She pulled all the way out, letting Del get a deep breath of musk tainted air before thrusting back in, taking a few strokes before getting all the way to her uninflated knot.

She felt the lump at the base of her mast starting to plump up in preparation for her orgasm and fully sheathed herself in Del's throat, shoving her knot past his lips. Del's plush lips kissed the base of the massive organ as Haxx let out a warcry and hit her peak. The first thing he felt was the massive knot inflating, locking Del's face to the base of the Gnoll's shaft. Then he felt her furry balls drawing up against his soft chin, their mighty size dwarfing his own. The next thing Del felt was a pulsing between his lips locked around the root of her cock, mighty rhythmic throbs that flowed into his mouth. He felt each pulse of semen travel down the large, rigid vein along the bottom of her bitch maker, sliding into the depths of his abused throat. Finally, he felt her glorious semen. It was like an ocean opened up inside him as pint after pint of gnoll spunk made its home in his tummy. Del looked up at Haxx, his almost drunken eyes finding her own as she grinned at him over her fit titties. That look of utter dominance Del saw as Haxx claimed him inside burned itself into his mind. In his wooziness, he felt something comforting in submitting to those eyes as his stomach filled with warmth.

She savagely smiled at him as the other hyenas cackled, bringing themselves to completion along with their warchief. They defiled Del's outside as fully as Haxx had his throat, painting ropes of sticky, warm ball gunk across his face. They rubbed their fat cock heads along his formerly clean features, emptying their thick, viscous cum and marking him as the pack's property.

Del stayed locked to Haxx's cock, the thick knot still inflated even as the other gnolls finished their bukakke and got to looting the gear and rations from the packs of the fallen humans. He breathed through his nose, getting lungfuls of the dominant scent wafting off of Haxx's still cumming balls. He must have passed out, though he thought he felt her petting his head while it was locked to her crotch. He hazily came to with the feeling of being carried in strong, furry arms. He still couldn't fully think straight, but he knew that the warriors must be taking their new slave back to camp with the rest of their spoils. All Dellan could do was be held and breathe deeply of that strong scent that gave him a strange feeling of security.