As Taylim and Sweet step into the private room, an observant dungeon master might notice just how different the two are. Certainly they're both strong and fit, and work in the sa profession, but the similarities largely end there. Superficially, Taylim is the ramrod-straight ideal of a noble bodyguard. The man never slouches and he's always ready to offer a flattering remark for his employers. At the sa ti however there's always a constant undercurrent of sarcasm in all of the man's actions, as if the existence of the nobility is sohow amusing to the Royal Sentinel. Rare are his flatteries which don't contain a hidden barb.
Sweet anwhile displays all the subtlety of a barbarian warrior, regardless of her current uniform. Her form towers over others despite the hunched nature of her gnollish spine, and the claws gracing each of her fingers look ready to slit arteries and veins at the slightest provocation. Yet her attitude is always unimpeachable, and her statents flow with a natural-sounding elvish accent. The two guards had rarely spoken in non-professional terms, but she had always imagined Taylim as perhaps not being suitable as a guard for a house as high-ranking as the Highbranches.
Of course, it's not her professional evaluation of the man which matters at this particular mont. "I must ask - you weren't exaggerating out there? I an...walking around with an erection during our dungeon delves? Truly?"
The Sentinel grins. "I said I did manage to contain myself, you may recall. Half-mast at most, I would say. At least until the work was done."
Sweet scoffs at the honesty. "Well now. For tonight, at least, I shall take that as flattery. But...I suppose it must be safe to say that you have more experience in these matters than I?"
"Well, I don't have the dungeon sending psychic warnings at when I step inside, I can say that much." Looking through a set of cabinets on one side of the room, the man finds what he's looking for and begins pouring out a few cups of wine. "Although whatever the differences may be in our level of experience, I must say that it's interesting seeing you...bashful."
"I am not bashful!" Sweet punctuates her statent with a growl. "If we're to be clear and explicit tonight, Royal Sentinel Taylim, allow to make it clear then that I am not so blushing maiden being taken to her wedding bed! Tonight is a matter of...scratching an itch, and nothing more."
Despite her aggressive tone the woman doesn't hesitate to accept a goblet from the human's hand, and the two share a drink before he responds. "And thank the heavens for that! True, it would be amusing, but that's not what I find attractive in you. By all ans, be as dominating tonight as you like. My safe word is 'creampuff', if you're familiar with the concept."
Sweet scoffs again, and to Taylim's disappointnt she does not imdiately get to tearing his clothes off. "I wonder what Lady and Lord Highbranch would think if they saw this right now..."
"If they didn't see us wandering off together, it's likely because they already retired to their own room for a second round themselves. If anything, this will give us sothing to do whenever they're...indisposed in the coming days."
The gnoll grins, her teeth coming on display. "Assuming already that this will be more than a one-ti event, are we?"
There's no hesitation as Taylim responds. "We are."
"You do at least have taphorical balls, then! But I am still curious - what is it you find attractive about ? I know humans rarely find gnoll partners in this land, or any other for that matter, and that is with the ek forest gnolls you find in the Rainlands. When looking at , most Rainlanders find more to fear than to lust over." She spreads her arms wide, carefully gesturing with her cup. "And please, feel free to demonstrate."
Taylim takes another drink before setting his goblet aside, and steps forward to do just that. With her arms still spread he gently takes hold of one, and begins running his hands along it. They reach her wrist, her palms, and eventually her fingers with their dangerous edges, and he carefully brushes his own fingers against them. "Your strength is nearly unmatched, Bloodletter Sweet. Certainly, many Challengers have spells to enhance their power, or enchanted armor to do the work for them. But natural strength? You may very well be the mightiest woman I know."
He takes her hand, and gently places it against his cheek. "I tremble to imagine how you might use that strength."
"I don't see much trembling, and I am watching...closely."
Taylim ignores that and steps forward, letting her arm cross over his shoulder. He runs his nose against her thin fur as he does so, and breathes deeply. "Your scent also is...intoxicating. Gods, to have it so close. I feel as if I've dove into a sea of riches." With that said he reaches her armpit and presses his face forward, and Sweet's eyes grow wide.
"What - get your face out of there! You are a freak!"
"Perhaps I am." The man's smile is plain even as he presses against her. "If you do not care for it, feel free to push away."
"Perhaps I shall teach you to be careful what you wish for, instead!" Spinning around, Sweet carefully discards her own wine before wrapping Taylim up in her arms, pinning him tightly against her. The man is certainly quite large...by human standards, at least. But between her thick arms and her wide torso the man practically disappears between gnollish fur and muscle, burying him in her strength. The hold is so complete that Taylim barely even struggles.
Save for one body part, at least.
"Dear gods, it is an erection!"
"You must be squeezing all of my blood into my extremities. Certainly - hrnng - this is surely your fault."
"Bah!" Sweet briefly grabs the man's arm so that she might toss him onto the bed, and with all of his well-trained agility Taylim lands as if he intended to be thrown there. After a slight bounce he turns to face her, head resting on one hand as he reclines smugly.
"I see we're progressing even more rapidly, now."
"Imprudent human! If you want to admire my form, then do it properly!" With that said Sweet gets to removing her clothing, which isn't a quick process. While she doesn't wear her heaviest armor on a regular basis, her leather gear does still have a fair few buckles and straps that need undone. Throughout it all Taylim simply leans back and relaxes, gathering up pillows to rest against.
Still, even his pretense of disaffection begins to crack as more of Sweet's fur-coated skin reveals itself. Her fur is rather thick in certain spots - her shoulders and back, the sides of her arms and thighs. It does little to conceal her torso however, and while her breasts may be modest in relative terms, considering her overall size they reveal themselves to be more than re handfuls. Although as her pants join the rest of her clothing in a distant corner, a more significant feature of her anatomy reveals itself.
"...That is...impressive."
"Hah! That is one word for it." Sweet makes her way to the side of the bed before grabbing hold of one of the man's legs and dragging him to the edge, making sure he can get a good look. Although her fur does grow a bit thicker around her groin, it does little to hide the fact that the woman's clitoris is at least three inches long, perhaps edging towards four. "Another thing the ek forest-bred gnolls here cannot compete with. When so hear about the might of a plains-bred woman they think we lie and exaggerate...and so are so shocked by the truth of things that they flee at the sight of it. I intimidate many of the other gnolls I et here with more than just my blades, I find. If you think you can - ah!"
The woman's fearso boast is cut short as Taylim pulls himself closer to her, one hand on her thigh and another cupping her ass, bringing his face between her legs. As before, he shocks her by taking a good long whiff of her scent, and while part of that shas her...there's another part of her, a traitorous part, which she feels growing rather damp at the display of eagerness. "Gnolls enjoy the scent of a partner, yes. But you humans and elves, with your weak noses...do you even sll anything at all, I wonder?"
"Oh, more than enough." The man stops there though and starts applying another sense - that of taste. Leaning forward he begins to kiss and gently lick between her legs, and it's not long before he reaches her crowning bit of anatomy. Sweet's balance is solid enough to not waver even as the new sensations begin to flood through her, but she'd have to admit - having a man suck on her clit is far more stimulating than she would have expected.
It's not a brief sensation, either. Taylim seems content to tease and enjoy every centiter of her, and to help him along she places a massive hand on his scalp to help pull him closer. Once again she finds herself growing sowhat embarrassed as the man continues to feast. A mont ago she was mocking the man for his erection, and yet now she finds herself swelling more than she can ever recall...or at least it feels that way, as Taylim's lips pull and suck at her extended nub.
He doesn't entirely focus his efforts there, occasionally dipping below to give so attention to her fur-covered muff, but the man always returns. Whether it's his skill, her inexperience, or simply her pent-up stress, Taylim doesn't have to work for long before Sweet feels trembles working through her legs. She contains most of the physical expressions of her climax, save for a slight tightening of her fingers around Taylim's dark-haired head, but when she pulls him away the stains on his stubbled cheek speak for themselves.
"That was...well done, Sentinel. Perhaps your boldness has its...positive aspects to it. I am, however, still yet an untouched maiden by the standards of such things."
Taylim laughs at the expression. "Well, we'll make sure you've been very touched by ti we're done here, hrmm? Although I wouldn't mind a second course of that appetizer..."
"No." Pillows scatter as Sweet pushes him back onto the bed before grabbing hold of his pants. It seems he'd already been doing so work at loosening them during the encounter, as they slide down without resistance and reveal to Sweet's eyes what she had only felt the impression of before. A large man himself, Taylim is quite proportional for his build, and Sweet has to force herself not to begin drooling a little as she admires it. Regaining control of herself, she instead climbs onto the bed and swings one leg over his waist. "Now, we move on to the main course."
Despite being an 'untouched maiden', there's little difficulty as Sweet presses herself down and takes Taylim inside. For the first few inches, at least. His earlier efforts certainly left her well-lubricated, but the newness of the feeling of being...stretched...does require a bit of ntal adjustnt for the gnoll to grow used to. She'd played with herself in the past, of course, but her focus had almost always been external, and feeling sothing reach this deep inside her is certainly a new experience.
She does begin to rub herself with one hand, falling back into old habits, but as Taylim reaches to take over for her she instead grabs both of his wrists with the other. Pinning them back above his head, Sweet finds that with her sizable height and long reach she has no trouble holding the man down and riding him at the sa ti. As her hips begin to grind against his, she gives Taylim a toothy grin. "Perhaps not a full al...more of a snack."
Taylim simply smiles back before suddenly thrusting upwards with his legs, ripping a moan from Sweet's throat as he drives in those last few inches. There's perhaps a brief bit of discomfort but it's quickly overridden by the pleasure, not that Sweet would easily admit to that. She doesn't quite have the energy to speak at the mont however so instead the two simply engage in sothing of a silent battle. As Taylim thrusts upward Sweet responds by pinning down his legs, and as Taylim's hands slip free they move to grope the gnoll's breasts, admiring their weight in his grip as she leans over him.
She snaps her jaws at him, and when that fails to intimidate she moves to very, very lightly scratching him across the chest. Her skills as a Bloodletter ensure that the marks will fade by the next day, and that they won't get blood all over the dungeon's nice furniture, but they do provide enough of a burn to change the man's focus. To her ass, apparently, which suffers his grip next. When Sweet changes her rhythm Taylim responds by forcing his own, pulling her against him at his own pace, to which she counters by grabbing the man's legs and pulling them up into what a voyeuristic dungeon master might call an amazonian position.
Despite his quiet confidence, after ten minutes or so of this it's Taylim who cums first, pumping his partner full of his seed as she refuses to let him go. Even then she still persists, riding him through his climax and onward, but the determined bodyguard manages to maintain his erection for another round. Fortunately he only needs to keep it up for a few more minutes before Sweet experiences her second peak of the night, and in the calm that follows after the woman realizes that at so point the 'itch' in the back of her mind had finally faded away.
Of course, having gone this far there's no reason to stop now. The two take a pause for a short while, finishing their abandoned goblets of wine before returning to the bed. It's not long before the unspoken competition turns from one of strength and dominance to one of simple endurance, and as the guards go for round after round even Taylim enjoys a turn or two on top. Perhaps his most ignoble mont however is the occasion when the man coats Sweet's foot in sticky fluid after an ill-advised attempt by her to grind Taylim into the mattress, and there is a sowhat awkward break for cleaning and cursing as Sweet works to clean her fur-covered toes.
Finally, hours later the pair collapse back onto the ssy remains of the bed and Sweet groans in realization.
"Aggh! It was already so late in the evening when we returned, I forgot the hour! My lady will be expecting - hells, she may have been expecting hours ago!"
"Unless, of course, the Lady and Lord Highbranch are still occupied with their own reunion. It was a late night for us all, after all."
Sweet shakes her head. "I cannot assu that! I must go to the inn and - "
Taylim stops her with a hand on her chest, but his next statent is spoken to the ceiling. "Ahem - I don't suppose the dungeon might be willing to give us a sign as to whether or not we're free to...rest and recover for perhaps a little while longer this morn?"
To Sweet's surprise there's an actual response - in the form of a thumbs-up symbol carved into the ceiling above the bed. "The - the dungeon actually answers such a call?"
"Ahah, you get used to so things after living in this one for a few weeks, it turns out. Perhaps you'll have the chance to learn even more before we once again see the open sky, hrmm?"
The gnoll scoffs at the expression on Taylim's face. "Perhaps, perhaps not. But for now, if we truly have so more ti to ourselves..."
"...I really need so sleep."
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