Gnoll Boyfriend: Dimitri (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

The royal palace of the Polar was never the sort of place you expected to work. You grew up an orphan, never adopted, so your prospects in life were bleak. Ever since Tzarina Katrina wed Tzar Gregori, she began implementing changes, including offering chances to people like you, people of the class Katrina had come from. You knew Katrina when you were younger. Even back then she was terrifying, and her all-white appearance and bright pink eyes would scare anyone. But her attitude and intelligence had been the most frightening things about her. Only once you were offered a job in the palace did you realize that was her armor. Behind closed doors Katrina was gentle and kind.

You’re one of Katrina’s ladies-in-waiting, and your main job is helping Katrina get prepared for the day. If the children aren’t already with her and Gregori in the morning, you fetch them so the family can spend the morning together.

It’s hard to complain about your job when your only other prospects had been prostitution or street begging. You’ve become friends with Katrina, you adore Nicolai and Mila, and even Gregori is kind to you. But there’s someone in the palace who always catches your eye, and who makes you daydream like a silly girl.

Dimitri is a gnoll, but he was adopted and raised in the Polar by Gregori’s younger brother, Dionisiy and his wife Vasiliska. As a baby, Demetri had been abandoned and was found by Vasiliska. She insisted on keeping the baby, as she and her husband had a hard time conceiving. Gnolls were not the most welcomed sort in the Polar, but Dimitri became part of the family regardless. He had probably been abandoned due to birth defects. He’s missing an eye, his left leg was malformed, and eventually had to be amputated, and he’d been quite sickly in his youth. Luckily he grew strong and resilient, and recently he's been working as a spy for his uncle.

Returned from a mission, Dimitri has been quite lazy in his chambers, sleeping most days only to appear briefly for meals or to spend time with his family. Dimitri’s mother is overly doting and adores her son like no other. You too adore Dimitri like no other.

During the mornings, as Katrina and Gregori breakfast and play with the children, you sneak away to Dimitri’s room. You have a special knock to gain entry, because he won’t open the door for anyone except you and maybe his mother.

Dimitri opens the door, disheveled from sleep. He grins when he sees you. “I’ve been waiting.”

“You’ve been sleeping.” You come into his room and close the door behind you. As soon as you turn the lock Dimitri grabs you, picking you up from the ground. You kiss him hungrily, moaning with excitement as he carries you to his bed. He throws you down among the messy pillows and blankets, pressing his weight on top of you as he removes his prosthetic leg.

You began this affair with Dimitri by chance. A few years ago, he returned home from a mission exhausted and stressed, and spent days alone in his room. Vasiliska and Gregori asked you to tend to him during his stay, which included helping him dress, styling his hair and combing his fur. Eventually, the two of you began to respond to each other physically. Ever since, you can barely keep your hands off each other. You crave him, and he craves you.

“Good morning,” you giggle as he pushes up your skirts to find you wearing nothing beneath.

“Breakfast,” he snarls. “I much prefer your heated nectar to coffee.” He descends between your thighs, licking and nipping them until his tongue presses against your mound.

You throw your head back and moan, grasping the back of his head and forcing him deeper. “I kept dreaming about you last night,” you pant. “I wanted to run in here at midnight and suck the cock off your body.”

Dimitri laughs against your skin, biting your thigh before lifting his head. “Then what would you play with every day?” His fingers sink inside, curling as they move. “Granted, my tongue and hands seem to please you well enough.” He growls in his throat as he watches you.

You stretch out luxuriously, whimpering as his fingers move roughly. “Every inch of you arouses me.”

With his free hand Dimitri undoes the laces of his pants to produce his cock. “You say that every time, my sweet.” He moves around to place his cock on your cheek. “But you are the one with the softness and sensuality of a goddess.”

You turn your head, taking his cock into your mouth. He moves his hips deeper while you swirl your tongue around the red shaft. He reaches back down, fingering you and finding you wetter than before. His lip curls and he growls. “I can’t take it much longer.” He pulls from your mouth and climbs back on top of you. He kisses you hungrily, pinning your hands above your head while you wrap your legs around him.

“Fuck me,” you beg. “I need it!”

Dimitri grins as he thrusts his way inside you. “There’s nothing I want more!” he rakes his hands down your body, opening your blouse so your breasts spill out. He suckles on them, biting the dark nipples and drooling along your skin.

“Dimitri, harder!” you command.

He bangs your head against the headboard, arching his back so the fur along his spine stands on end. He grunts with effort, burying himself deep inside you. He throws his head back, showing his teeth as he growls. “Choke me! Now!” he begs.

You reach up, wrapping your hands around his throat. You’re growing delirious. Your eyes cross. All his power inside you becomes yours and you overflow, spilling out screams and pleasure. Dimitri pulls out, releasing on your thighs and legs. Breathing heavily, he flops down onto the bed, half on you. You lie there sated, letting yourself fade into the afterglow.

“I swear,” Dimitri breathes, “I can’t get enough of you.”

You smile at him, giggling softly. “I’m quite fond of you, too.”

Dimitri gives you a kiss, stroking your cheek. “Can you come by for lunch today? I would love to have more of you then.”

You kiss him back, stroking along the ridge of fur on the back of his neck. “Only if you let me use that rod of rose quartz. I rather like being on top of you.”

He whimpers in pleasure. “I was hoping you would say that. I’ll prepare myself for you so all you have to do is slip in.”

You kiss him again. “Are you like this with anyone else? Or am I the only one you let go around?”

His gaze becomes distant, and his one dark eye looks beyond you. His expression is serious, contemplative. “I believe so. I don’t feel comfortable around anyone else the way I do you.”

You pinch your brow. “Not even when you’re out on a mission?”

“I’m too cautious to even get hard when I’m out on missions.” He sits up and you follow. “When I’m with you, I know I’m safe. I know I can let myself go.”

You kiss his shoulder and rub up his back. “Let me get your leg for you.”

“Like that.” He moves so he’s positioned at the edge of the bed. “I never let anyone touch my leg, just my parents.”

You place the prosthetic back on, attaching the straps around his thigh. You kiss there and look up at him, seeing his expression is still quite serious. “I’m glad I can be a relief for you.” You stand and button your blouse back up. “Everyone needs something like that. No reason to think too deeply about it, Dimi.”

Dimitri’s brow remains furrowed. “I never thought about it before. Only around you. Your body, your mind, everything about you has been a refuge to me all these years.”

“Hey, now.” You pat his cheek. “Look at me.”

He meets your gaze, his brown eye widening to a puppy stare. You rub his face between your palms. “I enjoy you greatly. What we do is mutual.” You kiss him and stand. “Now, I have to go do my lady’s hair.”

Dimitri sighs heavily. “Still on for lunch?”

“I’m expecting your ass to be presented to me as soon as I open the door.” You leave, smoothing your clothes and hair as you make your way back to the royal bedroom.

That afternoon, after lunch is served and cocoa is being prepared, you make your way back to Dimitri’s chambers. You let yourself in, finding Dimitri lying naked on the bed, stroking himself slowly. “My, my.” You lock the door behind you. “What if it hadn’t been me?”

“Then someone else would have gotten an eyeful.” Dimitri sits up as you approach, reaching out to grab you and pull you in for a kiss. “I’m all ready for you.”

“Let me just get ready,” you purr into his ear. “I’ve been thinking so much about this I can barely contain myself.” You step aside and remove your clothing, and Dimitri helps you put the harness on. The rose quartz dildo rests against you, rising up and ready to penetrate Dimitri.

Dimitri leans in, licking and sucking the pink shaft seductively. He looks up at you, moaning as he sucks. “Good boy.” You grab the back of his head and force him down upon the toy.

He gags and chokes, pressing his paws against your thighs. Drool drips from his jaws and his eye rolls back. You release him, and when he pulls back he coughs and wheezes, grinning girlishly. “I love it when you do that.” He turns and lies on the bed, hiking up his hips so his ass is presented to you. “I’m ready.” He reaches back with his hands, opening himself for you.

You come up behind him, rubbing the dildo to his anus. You grab hold of him, pulling him back slowly. The tip slips in, and his ass is already slick and prepared for this. Dimitri moans into his pillow, spreading his legs more as you go deeper.

“Oh Dimi,” you coo, rubbing your hands down his back. “I bet that feels good.”

“Yes!” he cries out.

You move slowly at first, knowing it’s only going to tease him. You watch him melt for you, grunting in frustration. You take your time building speed and momentum. His moans turn into cries of pleasure. His voice raises and he looks back to watch you above him. You lean down, hooking your arm around his neck and forcing him up with you. You drive up inside him, biting his neck as you press against his back. Dimitri is gasping for breath, and his expression gives away his rapture. His cock bursts, spewing his come onto the sheets.

He drops to the bed when you release him, lying limp while you take off the harness. You massage his thighs, paying special attention to his bad leg. You knead your fingers into it and along his groin. You kiss his belly, massaging his sides before lying down beside him. “I thought I was going to pass out,” he pants. He looks at you and smiles. “Give me a second. I’ll take care of you in a moment.”

“The way you came, I don’t know how you have anything left to give.” You kiss him softly, petting your hand up and down his chest. “Your balls need time to refill,” you tease.

“You would know, as often as you suck me dry.” He pins you down and braces himself above you. “Let me look at you.” He kisses softly, dragging his lips down your body. His hands grope your breasts before raking down your skin. He kneels between your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders.

“Dimi,” you purr.

His tongue laps over your folds, pressing in slightly before he kisses your clit. He gazes up at you and wiggles a bit. “My sweet?”

You bite your lip and settle back. “Be a good boy.”

He growls seductively. “I will.” He kisses your thighs and mound, rubbing gently at your clit before his tongue sinks inside you. He moans against you, lapping up the heat that spills from inside you. His fingers slip in, and his mouth pays close attention to your sensitive bud. You close your eyes and breathe, writhing against the pillows as Dimi coaxes the fire inside you to come out. Your lashes twitch and flutter, and your mouth hangs open wide. His touch, his kisses, his expertise make you feel like a melting candle.

“I’m hard again,” he whispers against your skin.

“Then come to me.” You open your arms to him, taking him into your embrace as he places himself inside you.

“My sweet,” he moans. “I can’t get enough.” He thrusts his hips deep inside, churning you up so that you can hear wet sounds.

“Take as much as you want,” you cry. “I need you!”

“I need you too,” he pants. “Oh gods!” He throws his head back. “I’ll come!”

“Come!” You pant, wrapping your hands around his throat. Your own end is near, barreling closer. “Come for me!”

“I love you!” He shouts, releasing deep inside you.

You don’t take in his words right away. You overflow again, pooling onto the bed, only realizing what he’s screamed once your mind has come back together. You sit up urgently, ignoring the fact you can barely walk as you try to collect your clothes.

“Where are you going?” Dimitri asks. “What’s the rush? They’ve barely had cocoa by now. You know how Nicolai guzzles it.”

You trip and fall as you try to gather your skirts. “I forgot something.”

Dimitri furrows his brow. “My sweet, what are you...”

You look back at him with a glare. “Do you know what you said to me?”

He looks worried. “Did I say something bad?”

You toss your shoe at him. “You don’t even know! You just brayed it like a jackass without thinking!”

He grabs you and pulls you back to the bed, placing you in his lap. “I know what I said! I didn’t just blurt it out.”

You smack him but he takes hold of your wrists and forces your hands back. “Let go of me!”

“I love you,” he whispers. “I always have. I’ve just been to stupid to...” He releases you when you headbutt him. “What the hell?”

You continue picking up your things. “You’re not allowed to love me.”

“Who says?”

You wave your arm. “The world! I am literally nothing, Dimi! You are something.”

Dimitri stands, hopping on one leg to come to you. “I came from nothing too. So did Katrina, and so did Queen Mythri.”

“You’re all different!”

Dimitri kneels beside you. “I love you.”

You slap him. “Snap out of it!” You run to his closet, locking yourself inside so you can change.

Dimitri bangs on the door. “Come out!”

“No!”

“You have my leg!”

As you move your skirts, his prosthetic falls out onto the floor. You collapse sobbing into your skirts as Dimitri unlocks the door with a key. He sighs and sits beside you, holding you lovingly in his arms.

“You don’t see me as broken, and you don’t see me as a gnoll,” he whispers. “You don’t see me as an abandoned, deformed creature.”

You hold him fast. “Dimi, stop.”

Dimitri cups your cheek in his palm and gazes into your eyes. “When you look at me, you see everything.”

You sniffle and look down. “Because you are.”

“My sweet,” he whispers. “You are the only one I want. The only one I have ever felt this comfort with.” He smooths away your tears. “Do not let my words frighten you away.”

“It isn’t the words,” you sniffle. “It’s what’s behind them.”

Dimitri holds you in his arms tightly. “I’m behind them.”

You kiss him passionately, letting yourself believe the words are possible, letting yourself bleed into him like there was a way he could be yours.

“I love you so much, Dimitri,” you sob in return.

“Then let’s run,” he whispers. “Just you and me. We’ll marry, and they can do nothing to pull us apart.”

“Katrina could kill me.”

“She won’t.” Dimitri mops up your tears. “Tonight, we will run south.”

You pack your things, and in the dead of night you and Dimitri vanish into the dark. You have never been beyond the Polar, and as soon as you cross the border a fear settles deep inside you. Dimitri holds you tight, kissing you and whispering his sincere promises to you.

The two of you elope, getting married as soon as you can. You make love and travel, going south into rakshasa country. You’ve never been in such heat before, and you have no clothes suited for the climate, so Dimitri buys you whatever you want. Days go by, becoming weeks, then months.

One day, you awaken to knock at your door and find Vasiliska there. She yells for hours at Dimitri, like any mother would. Then she takes the two of you to the royal palace, where Katrina and Gregori are waiting. You receive harsh talk from Katrina, who chides you about leaving your post. You fear this is the end, that your marriage to Dimitri will be nullified and you’ll be left in the south, while he is taken back home.

“I was not a royal, but I seduced the Tzar like I was,” Katrina sighs. “Did you marry Dimitri for comfort?”

You shake your head. “I love my life in the Polar. I was blessed to have the job I did. I am nothing, and yet I worked in the palace.”

“Then by that logic, I am nothing,” Katrina sighs. She motions towards the window. “Queen Mythri is nothing, too.” She leans forward and scowls at you. “My dear, you are simply part of a line of very lucky women. I am angry you ran away when your situation was so similar to mine.”

“But, Dimitri and I are...”

“Married,” she says simply. “I can’t do anything about that. I just wish you had invited us.”

You and Dimitri reunite, and while you’re in trouble, your marriage will not be annulled. Queen Mythri plans a ceremony for the family to enjoy, and you and Dimitri are married again in the royal palace. A feast is thrown afterwards, and there is music and dancing to enjoy.

“I feel like this is a dream,” you whisper to Dimitri as you dance.

“It’s like a story, isn’t it?” he chuckles. “You will become the new princess in the fairy tales.”

You kiss him softly. “And you the prince.”

He grins brightly. “I am so happy to be here.”

“I cannot wait to enjoy our marriage bed,” you whisper seductively to him.

He chuckles. “Ah yes, my sweet - the best dance floor of them all.”