Home Beneath #8
Added 2018-08-17 22:39:55 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Looks like we may be on our way to another sex scene....
Character sheet, circa level 3
- Var'veha
[story] [groping/fondling]
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“I... actually...” you fish around for your token, withdrawing it and holding it up in front of you, up so that the Beastmistress can clearly see it. She almost seems to dismiss it at first, or not immediately recognize its significance, but then sits up a bit more straight atop her mount when realization takes hold. “I got this, from Road-Elder! From Acgenk!”
“He giv’ya this?” Kwella arches a brow, reaching out to lightly snatch it from your fingers, examining it more closely, then lightly chomping her fangs around it to test its durability and material. After a moment of inspection, she seems satisfied, though suspicious. With a smooth, winding motion of her thick, powerful legs, Kwella hops down from the saddle of her mount to stand in front of you -- about a gobshead taller than you are, but still not quite reaching Ixxa’s chest. “Must’a seen somethin’ in ya... odd for gob so young... maybe you give good footrubs, ey?” a low, lewd chuckle bubbles out from the Beastmistress, and she reaches out to take a hold of your waist, starting to lead you closer to the kennels. “But footrubs or nah, Tato and his skum can whip even the most maggoty li’l wretch into a ranger. Just takes work.”
“I’m ready to work!” you chime in excitedly. “Err, train I mean. To be ranger! Raider!”
“But ev’ry ranger need’a pup,” Kwella says as she drags you forward, her hand slipping a little lower along your waist to grab a thirsty fistful of your plump butt, giving it a firm squeeze as she jostles you onward. You find yourself tensing, fangs biting into your own lower lip as you try to concentrate on the task at hand, despite the sensation of Kwella’s strong, tough fingers digging lustfully into your asscheek as if it was hers to do with as she pleased. “And that’s why ya come to Kwella, that right? You hear about the new whelps. Nanokka’s litter.”
“Yah, yah!” Maskki interjects, still scampering behind you. “Pups! Can we see? I see?”
“S’pose there’s nah harm in it,” Kwella licks her lips as she leads the two of you (with the Orchid lingering close behind, trying not to step on the goblin workers scurrying to and fro) to the back of the kennels, a darkened area where the rough wooden framework can be seen through to the bare earth and clay of the warren beyond. Soon, the familiar howls and whoops of the hyenas fades into background noise, and a new sound breaks through -- that of tiny yips and barks, accompanied by playful growling as two hyena pups wrestle with each other. Four more eagerly nurse from their mother, also in the fenced in, lightly-grassy area. Three more of the litter sleep soundly, piled atop each other, and it doesn’t take long for Maskki to start squealing and fawning over the heap of mewling babies and their defensive mother, Nanokka.
As you gaze down at the pile of pups, you find yourself suddenly reminded of Kwella’s grip as it explores a bit further, two fingers dipping down to lightly massage your balls from behind, causing your back to arch, reflexively lifting up onto your tiptoes. “See any that suit ya?” she purrs, hugging you closer to her side, her other hand pawing lightly down your shoulder, massaging its way hungrily down along your firm breast. “There’s a black one that shows some promise, already chomped his mum a few nice times and got a right lickin’ for it.”
Your eyes, though, follow neither Kwella’s nor Maskki’s, sweeping past the suckling pups and the sleeping mound of wet, silky fluff. Even the two wrestling don’t catch your attention quite the way one does. One that stands out -- not for its incredible size or exotic pattern, not for its swiftness or strength. No, this one stands out because it’s the only pup that’s simply ramming its head against the wooden fence, full-force, staggering back each time its rebuffed by the sturdy gateway. The juvenile hyena, however, remains quite undeterred, steeling itself and then charging back into the fence, sending a tremor through the thing with the force of its skull alone. No yip of pain, either -- merely a determined snarl, a promise that no matter how long it took, no matter how many times it needed to bash into the barrier that kept it confined, the pup would eventually break through it.
“That one,” you whisper. “The bonehead who keep ramming the gate!”
“Oh!” Maskki gasps as her attention is redirected to the stubborn, pale-coated puppy. “He cute! Yah Var, get that one!”
“Eh?” Kwella arches her brow again, looking down at the tiny beastling, which has now interrupted its own pummeling of the fence to look up at you, its sharp green eyes big and wide, tongue lolling out of its mouth. “That one? Maybe you pick better pup, ay? Think that one broke, maybe. Just wants to chew and bash.”
A wide smile crosses your face as your eyes meet the baby hyena’s, and remain there for a long time, eye contact not breaking until the creature suddenly rolls onto its back, tongue still hanging from its small mouth as it holds up all four limbs, exposing its underside. “Yah! This one for sure! Look how cute!”
“Hrmm... s’pose I could part with the li’l numbskull,” Kwella clucks, turning her gaze back down to you. “Of course, just ‘cause Acgenk like ya don’t mean you’ve done anythin’ for me, lately... and I sure could think of a couple things...” her hand slides back up, her grip on your breast more direct now, leaving absolutely no doubt (if indeed there ever had been any) of her intentions.
“I have a room not far, big enough for four,” Ixxa grins from behind you. “If you don’t mind visitors.”
“Ehh, honest, I gotta go,” Maskki says, though her frown seems genuine. “Almost time for feeding Big White. Glad I got to see pups, though.”
Kwella turns back to you, a wide grin showing her fangs off once again. “Three, then? And I make sure the pup ends up with you..”
Didn’t look like you had much of a choice. Then again, if you did, would you have chosen otherwise?
