Gnoll Girlfriend Ismay (complete)

    Demir has left Culuweth to attend to the birth of his first child. His wife is my niece, and as much as I want to be with her and see the child, I have my responsibilities here. Ever since the death of Empress Bethsabe and the fall of her empire, I have been helping Emperor Nadeem as well as acting as Demir’s right hand in all matters.

    It has not been an easy journey. The Gnolls are a conflicted people who are used to the old regime but in desperate need of something new. Empress Bethsabe was a brilliant but deeply afflicted woman. I feel, had she been in more caring hands, Culuweth could have been a different place. She relied heavily on the use of slaves, which have been freed and are slowly being returned to their homes. This could cause a drastic change in the economy, but, I am hoping, with Nadeem and Demir it will become that place.

    Nadeem’s wife and child are arriving in Culuweth, delivered on the back of the dragon, Addor. The new princess, Emeline, is seen as a good omen to the Gnolls. Born pure white and with eyes like rubies, she is considered a sign of good fortune for the kingdom. This bodes well for us, if we have a gift from the heavens in our hands, then this means the people will trust us more.

    “This is bullshit!”

    I am snapped clean from my thoughts as Ismay storms into the room. The woman terrifies me. She is sharp, calculating, and perhaps the most intelligent being I have ever come across. She was the sister-in-law to Queen Bethsabe and has been keeping her brother, Esdras, in asylum in her quarters. She’s the wealthiest woman in Culuweth and holds one of the biggest fortunes in all the Ruby Empire. She owns shipyards in all the major ports, and her ships are considered to be the best the Empire has to offer. The woman could control the world if she wants to. Instead, she wants to save her people.

“Is something wrong, Lady Ismay?” I ask.

She turns and scowls at me. Unlike most of the women in Culuweth, she does not wear flowy dresses with high collars for modesty. Instead, she wears tailored slacks and billowy blouses that cut down to her navel. She dresses to kill.

I offer her a goblet of wine, and she snatches it from me. 

“Everything is wrong!” She barks at me. “People are fawning over this new baby,” she sneers with contempt. “They are ignoring the real issues in favor of promoting the supposed ‘god-child.’” She rolls her eyes and takes a long drink of the dark wine. “Oh shit, that’s good.”

“Just sent from King Amit,” I reply. “To congratulate the new-”

Ismay grabs my collar. “If you say ‘baby’ I will choke you out and strip down your corpse,” she snarls.

To my horror, this arouses me.

Ismay drops me and takes another drink. “My regards to the Rakshasa, they may be kittens, but they know how to delight the palate.” She then turns to me. “Now tell me, Bailin, when should we expect the restorations to begin? Demir promised them before he left, yet half of Culuweth is still ash.”

“He’s shipping supplies as we speak. On his way home he was conferring with the Golems.” I pick up a ledger, showing her the itinerary Demir left me. “He’s planning on rebuilding with their help, using stone so that-”

“Stone?” Ismay scoffs. “I make my money with lumber,” she snaps. “And you’re throwing stones at me?” She slaps the ledger in my face.

“We are rebuilding Culuweth, my lady!” I scoff at her. “Not lining your already deep pockets.”

She scowls at me. “My lumber is made with the blood sweat and tears of hardworking men and women in Culuweth. Not the brick and mortar of Golems!” She spits at my feet. “Demir is taking work from me, which in turn is taking money from the Gnolls of Culuweth who he promised to help!”

“How do you plan to do that without the use of slaves?” I throws at her.

Ismay glares at me. “You’ve just been waiting to throw that back at me,” her lip curls. “The slaves I did use were overseas, cutting the timber and preparing it. But here in Culuweth, I used the hardworking men and women of my people. I always have. I may have a hard time finding willing hands to cut the wood, but with the right price, I will get new hands. But I stand by what I said!” She hisses at me.

“Using the stone of the Golem’s will only rub it into the survivors of Culuweth that they aren’t welcomed in this world. Their way is going to be erased, and they will be forced to take on a new one.” She sniffs and stands up, still staring me down.

“Not all Gnolls are slavers, Bailin,” she murmurs. “The slavers were the royals here. Most here are victims of the regime just like the slaves. Do not lump them all in together with the likes of Bethsabe and Wulsi.”

I stare at her, unable to come up with a responsive answer. Everything I say she has something better to add to it. She is smarter than me and is always ahead of me. She was the exact kind of person Demir needed at his table. If she was angry with him, she could spell disaster whenever she wanted.

“My lady,” I say cooly. “You’re right.”

Her ears perk up, and she furrows her brow. “I know I am,” Ismay scoffs. “How come you only realize it now?”

“Demir is thinking of ways to unify. He’s also dealing with his first born child. He is excited and eager. So of course, he is not thinking straight.” I take her hand holding the goblet and fill it back to the brim with wine. “Have your people start making the lumber.”

“For what?” Ismay scoffs, yanking her hand back.

“We’ll send the lumber overseas,” I continue. “We’ll send it to villages and places that Bethsabe’s slavers attacked.”

Ismay smirks slightly. “Go on, Sir Bailin.”

“It will show that this new regime is conscious of correcting the wrongs of the past and making amends. Using your lumber, made by the hands of the good and upright Gnolls of Culuweth, will show we are good and kind people.” I then shrug. “And it will bring you, customers. But, you aren’t worried about that, are you?”

Ismay licks her lips and chuckles. “You’re a sweet talker, aren’t you?” She tips her goblet to me. “By all means, Sir Bailin. I agree with your business deal. And with any good luck, may we have many more.”

The next time I see Ismay, she’s sitting in the throne room with Nadeem, Eliza, and the princess Emeline. She’s holding the princess while talking with Nadeem. She then looks up, passing the princess back to Nadeem.

“The first shipment of lumber just went out,” she says, standing before me. I then realize that Ismay is a head taller than I am. “Nadeem and I agreed that sending the first wave of ‘repair lumber’ to the Rakshasa Court was the right move. If we’re to build a relationship with the Rakshasa we need to start now. Lord knows we’ve hated each other long enough.”

I nod. “It’s a good move. I completely agree with you, my lady.”

Ismay smirks at me. “I know you have a meeting with Nadeem,” she says, “but afterward, I’d like you to meet me in my private office.” She places her hand on my arm, gently squeezing and rubbing. “I have some matters that I would like to discuss with you alone.”

My heart is hammering, and my throat goes tight. Looking at her, slightly afraid and a touch aroused, I feel myself slipping into her control. “Of course, my lady,” I answer breathlessly.

Ismay smirks, walking out of the throne room with her usual confident stride. I meet with Nadeem and am pleased to hold the new princess. I may not be able to get to hold my newest nephew or niece, but the princess will make due.

After discussing trades and various plans with Nadeem, I make my way to Ismay’s office. Her quarters are being used as an asylum for her brother, so she’s taken over an unused chamber as her office. Inside the walls are dark purple and the carpet is wine red. The scent of cinnamon hangs heavy in the air.

Red lanterns hang from the ceiling as smoke billows out from them. At her desk, Ismay is throwing papers at a very confused looking girl. She looks up, sees me and hisses at the girl who quickly dashes out of the office, clutching scrolls and bound bricks of paper.

Ismay stands up from her desk, opening the globe beside her desk to reveal an array of liquor bottles. She decants one, filling a round glass with an amber liquid. 

“Thank you for coming, Bailin,” she then smirks. “I hope you don’t mind me dismissing the pleasantries.” She offers me the glass.

“Not at all,” I say, taking the drink. 

Ismay sits on her desk, crossing her legs. “Have a seat,” she says, motioning to one of the purple chairs. 

She takes a long drink as I sit down then sighs. “Ok, down to business,” she sets her cup aside and looks down at me. “Do you have children, Bailin?” She asks.

I glance up at her, feeling my guts churn slightly. “Dali, my niece, she’s like a daughter to me.”

“Not what I asked,” Ismay sneers. “No wife? No kids?” She then chuckles. “Do you have a secret husband perhaps?”

“I am not skilled enough to have a secret husband,” I throw back at her. “As for a wife, I had one once, she died though.”

Ismay tilts her head. “How did she die?”

“She got sick,” I answer. “And her religion forbid her to take the treatment that could cure her. She wanted to die pure.”

“Purity is an outdated concept don’t you think?” Ismay sighs. “Not to say anything ill against your late wife, but the idea of staying pure, being pure, blah blah blah, it’s so boring.” She finishes her drink.

“Was it boring?” she asks me.

I look into her eyes. “Pardon?” 

“Remaining pure,” Ismay takes my glass, and drink from it. “Living up to your late wife’s standards.”

I huff. “It was tedious,” I agree. “I cared for her, but she made love hard.”

“Love is soft,” Ismay slips off the desk, and she straddles my lap. “Sex should be hard.”

I gulp and stare up at Ismay in my lap. 

Ismay smirks down at me. “My business proposal is simple, Bailin,” she says with a scoff. “You fuck me whenever I want it. Once I’m pregnant, I’ll marry you.”

I’m stunned silent.

Ismay sniffs, and her ears twitch. “Do have any issues with this deal.” I feel her heat grinding into me. “Because I’m ready, right now, to make it official,” her snarl turns into a deep moan.

“Ismay,” I gasp. “I’m just...this isn’t what I was expecting.” I swallow and try to push the desire from my mind. My head is growing cloudy and heavy. Her heat on my groin is turning me to putty. My fear and desire for her mingle into an insatiable hunger.

“I need sex,” Ismay replies. She runs her fingers through my hair, her claws gently scratch the nape of my neck. “I like you,” she adds. “You’re a solid, attractive man. And I’ve had good word that you’re well endowed for a human.” She then smirks. “And if this growing bulge is any indication, I’m impressed.”

“But-” I try to collect my thoughts into one cohesive sentence. “But you said marriage.”

“That’s right,” she says with a curt nod. “Once I get pregnant, we’ll get married. I don’t plan on letting you pull out, so I’m covering my bases.” She strokes my cheek. “Don’t you want to cum inside me, Bailin?” She licks my lips. “You thick, hard cock deep inside my hot, wet pussy?” She moans into my ear.

I grab her hips, digging my fingers in. “I knew you were a bitch,” I snarl. “But never a bitch in heat.”

Ismay giggles. “You call me that during sex and I’ll gut you,” she pulls back and looks into my eyes. “You have to say yes to me. I need a verbal yes or no.”

“I have the right to say no at any time,” I say.

“Until I get pregnant. After that, you’re my darling, devoted husband.” Ismay purrs.

I nod. “Agreed.”

Ismay licks her lips. “Then fuck me.”

I kiss her, and she drags her claws through my hair. I press close to her, ripping open her blouse and running my hands over her body. She moans and laughs, stretching her neck so I can kiss and bite. I’ve never felt this strong of a need for a woman before, but Ismay has released a beast from my body. 

I throw her onto her desk, and she laughs, posing for me. “You better be good,” she moans. “If you can’t make me cum the contract is null and void.” I grab her wrists and push them above her head.

“Same could be said for you,” I use her top to tie her wrists together, and Ismay grins.

“Hurry up!” She snaps at me.

I strip down and then pull off her pants. I had heard tales that there were no women Gnolls, only men. I could see where the rumors come from, but I knew better. Gnoll women had rather large clits, and seeing Ismay’s put the rumors to rest. It was long and hard, and as I touched it, Ismay snarled and laughed.

“Easy!” She then snaps. 

I chuckle, slipping my fingers down to her drenched folds. I watch her expression. Her furrowed brow unclenches, and her mouth opens. She moans and arches her back off the desk.

“Don’t tease me!” She whines.

I slip my fingers inside her, and she sighs. “Are you in heat?” I ask.

Ismay bucks her hips, whimpering loudly. “That fucking baby!”

I chuckle. “You can’t blame her for this,” I moan as she clenches around my fingers. “This is the cunt of a lewd, dirty, woman,” I growl.

Ismay mewls and sighs. 

“Did you know all this time I wanted you?” I kiss her chest and neck. “You scare me, and you attract me.”

Ismay moans, and she twitches. “Bailin,” she cries. “Use your cock, dammit!”

I chuckle, slipping my fingers out and licking them clean as she watches. “You’re such a sweet talker, aren’t you?”

She pouts and frowns at me, thrashing at the binds around her wrists. “I need your dick, dammit!”

“Hold still, hold still,” I slip between her thighs, and she latches them around me, pulling me in. My cock rubs against her clit, and she lets out a strange cackle. Her back then arches off the desk, and she rolls her hips. 

I bend down, kissing her and stroking her. She melts to my touch and sighs. Her lashes flutter, and she gazes up at me.

“I don’t need your affection,” she coos. 

“I know what you need,” I say. I guide myself to her folds, pressing my tip to her entrance.

Ismay shudders in excitement, her nipples growing hard as I inch inside her. Her mouth hangs open and then she grins. She looks so smug and triumphant.

“Oh fuck yes!” She growls once I’m fully inside. “That’s a real dick!” 

I kiss her and untie her wrists. She grabs me, tugging at my face. I start to move, pulling out and then shoving back in. She’s loud and passionate. Her body shakes and quakes with each thrust. 

I pull back, looking down at her stretched cunt taking my cock. I thrust inside her, slamming all the way inside. I feel her inner walls clench around me, she throbs, and I watch her eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck-” her voice squeaks. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” She grabs me, pulling me down and clawing down my back. Her kiss is deep, and longing and I feel myself let go.

Everything I have is given to Ismay. I am falling for this woman and her power. I grunt and moan, driving harder into her, bucking wildly until I gasp and shiver. I'm throbbing inside her, my cum floods her womb and starts to dribble from her cunt.

    We lay on the cold floor together, her head on my chest and her hand stroking my belly. She sits up after a while, stretching and reaching for one of the bottles in the globe. I sit up enough, kissing her lower back and ass.

    “Pervert,” she giggles, sitting on my stomach when she returns. She opens the cork with her teeth and takes a drink. She lowers herself down, kissing the mouthful to me. 

    “You came,” I sigh after my drink. “Something must have worked.”

    Ismay kisses me again and takes her own drink. “Your cock works,” she chuckles. She lays back down and snuggles to me. “I can still feel your cum inside me,” she purrs with pleasure. “I like it.”

    I kiss the top of her head and stroke her cheek. “I like you.”

    Ismay giggles. “I may not be a good wife,” she says. 

    “Not a normal one,” I reply. “That’s all.”

    Ismay sits up and looks down at me. “You’d marry me even with a kid, wouldn’t you?” She asks. 

    I smile at her. “I’d marry you right now,” I reply. “Any man would be dumb to let a terrifying creature like you get away.”

    She takes my palm and kisses it. “You really know how to flatter a lady don’t you?” Ismay kisses me again, and her lips go down my neck and chest. She kisses my belly and thighs, her tongue licking me.

    I hiss, still a touch sensitive. “Ismay, wait-” I moan.

She moans as she licks my shaft. “I want your baby,” she growls. “I also want you.” Her eyes meet mine. “Don’t you?”

I bite my lip and touch the tip of her head, rubbing it as she strokes the fire in me again. “More than anything.”

Needless to say, between meetings and the usual business of the castle, Ismay and I were like horny teenagers. We couldn’t keep our hands off one another. Even blind Eliza could see our attraction to one another. 

I loved Ismay, and I had never felt this passion before. Even before she realized she was pregnant, I proposed to her. To my shock, she started crying. We found out later that she cried because her hormones were going crazy. She was pregnant. We got married quickly, and several months later, our son was born. 

He looks like Ismay, but he had my blue eyes. His fur is also a lighter shade of gray that Ismay’s dark fur. She whimpers and grunt, and he always seems like he’s hungry.

“What do you think?” Ismay asks as she feeds him, his little black hands kneading her breast. “Should we name him after me?”

I chuckle. “We agreed you got to name the boys,” I reply.

Ismay smirks. “Ishmael,” she coos. “Izzy for short,” she strokes the top of his head.

I kiss her cheek. “I love you,” I whisper. 

Ismay tilts her head up, meeting my kiss. “I love you too.”

After Ishmael finishes his meal, we go into Ismay’s old quarters where Esdras is still being held. Ever since the death of Bethsabe, he has been mostly unresponsive. He's not spoken at all, and he only responds to his sister when she visits.

Since the start of Ismay’s pregnancy, we were unsure if he had noticed. He hadn’t reacted to her growing belly, and the most he did was accept the food from the announcement celebration.

Ismay walks up to her brother, baby Ishmael bundled up in her arms. “Brother,” she whispers as she sits beside Esdras. “There’s someone very important I want you to meet.”

I stand by and watch as Ismay presents our son towards Esdras. She removes the blanket from over his precious face, and she puts her arm around Esdras’ back.

“You’re an uncle now, Esdras,” Ismay whispers to him. “See? Look at him,” she grins as she gazes upon Ishmael. “He looks just like you when you were little, I think.”

Esdras’s eyes remain unfocused as he stares out the window.

Ismay looks back at me in distress then back to her brother. “Do you want to hold him?” She whispers low.

Esdras just blinks slowly.

Ishmael sneezes, and Esdras flinches. His ears rise up and twitch, and his eyes look clear and focused. Ishmael sneezes again and starts to whine. He struggles against the blankets, and he opens his mouth in a terrific cry.

Esdras turns his head, glancing down at Ishmael.

“Oh hush now,” Ismay coos. “I know you’re hungry, I do.” 

“It’s the sunlight,” Esdras whispers.

Ismay looks up at him with her jaw dropped. “What?” Her breath is stolen from her lips as she gazes at her brother.

“The sun is bothering him,” Esdras reaches out, taking Ishmael from her arms and cradling him lovingly. He turns so his back is to the window and his shadow is cast over Ishmael's eyes.

Ishmael burbles and coos, calming as his uncle rocks him.

Tears flow freely from Ismay’s eyes as she watches this scene. She sniffles and cups her hands around her muzzles.

Esdras taps Ismahl’s nose and smiles. “Much better, right?” He coos. 

Ishmael catches Esdras’ finger, squeezing it with all his might. Esdras’ eyes open a little wider, and he leans down, kissing Ishmael and whispering something to him I can’t hear. He lifts his head to Ismay and smiles as tears trickle down his cheeks.

“When did this happen?” His voice cracks as he asks this.

Ismay laughs and looks over to me with a bright smile on her face. “While you were gone.”

Esdras sniffs the top of Ishmael's head and sighs. “Hello little one, I’m so very glad you’re here with us.”

Ishmael burbles and sighs. His mouth opens wide in a yawn, and he falls asleep, still clinging to Esdras’ finger.

“Sister,” Esdras whimpers, “he’s perfect.”

“Yeah, I think he’s pretty neat too.” Ismay lays her head on Esdras’ shoulder. “I think he likes you too.”

I sit down with them and take Ismay’s hand.

“Was there a wedding?” Esdra’s sniffles. “I do so love weddings.”

“You were there,” I reply. “But I do not know what you saw or took in.”

“It was very small,” Ismay replies. “Very rushed.”

Esdras grins down at Ishmael. “Just like your mother I see.”

I look to Ismay, and she kicks Esdras’ shin. “You be quiet. Do not give away all my secrets now.”

Esdras laughs. “I just can’t believe…” he gazes at Ismal. “I’ve wanted a child for so long, and you never cared for them.”

“Well, I changed my mind,” Ismay huffs. “When I saw Nadeem’s little brat, something came over me.”

Esdras looks up in aw. “Nadeem as well?”

Ismay nods. “I’m lucky I had a little boy,” she murmurs. “Maybe I can weasel him onto the throne beside the princess.”

“Ismay,” I whisper warningly.

Ismay smirks at me. “All in jest, love. That’s still a long ways off. I have a long time to plan for a wedding.”