Gnoll Boyfriend (Nadeem- complete)

    As a child you were blinded by sickness, you’ve also been weak since then, but you still tried your best to work on your family’s farm. You shucked corn and stringed beans, helping in the kitchen and learning as much as you could. That was, until one day your family’s home was sieged. There was an attack on the village, the Gnolls had come. You had heard stories about them. They destroyed homes and communities, burning and pillaging, taking what treasure they wanted and stealing people into their slave trade. 

    Now, they were at your front door. Your family tried to run and when that failed they tried to hide you. They knew that when the Gnolls found you that they would take you and kill you. So, your parents hid you, and they ran, leading the Gnolls away from you so there was a chance you could survive on your own.

    “You may be weak, but you are stronger than us,” your mother whispered to you as she cried. “You are too smart. Use it for something other than vegetables!” She closes the trunk they’ve placed you in.

    You cower there for what feels like hours, your body starts to ache, and your throat goes sore. You’re so hungry. You sit up and push away the lid of the chest. You smell smoke, and you hear crackling in the distance. As you rise from the chest, you hear footsteps behind you. Before you have a chance to duck, you’re grabbed by the nape of your neck.

    You scream in terror as you’re pulled from the chest.

    “It seems we missed somebody,” a dark voice growls. He turns you around, and he gasps softly. “What is wrong with your eyes?”

    You whimper and cry, kicking and struggling as they hold you in the air.

    “Blind?” He asks. “Is that why you were hiding?” He sets you down but keeps a tight hold of you. 

    You fight against his arm, beating it and kicking your legs, hoping to find a shin you could crack.

    “Answer me,” he gives you a harsh shake.

    You go still and grip tight onto his arm, which is covered in coarse fur. “Yes,” you whisper. “My parents hid me,” you continue. “Because they knew I wouldn’t be of use to you.”

    The gnoll huffs. “Love will make you do desperate things.” He tugs at you, making you walk with him.

    “Lord Nadeem, did you find something?” 

    “I did. But do not touch it. This one belongs to me.”

    You whimper, too afraid to struggle now. You feel there is no hope in it. You might as well do as he says until you meet your fate. Tears flow down your face, and you try to keep from making any sound.

    “You are lucky I found you,” he growls close to your ear. “They others will call me soft, but I can see the promise in you.” You hear a door close. He releases your hands and he circles around you. “Do you know what you look like?”

    You duck your head and shake it.

    “You’re beautiful,” Nadeem snarls. 

    You shake your head again.

    “Do you not believe me?” He slips his hand under your chin and makes you raise your head. “I guess you wouldn’t believe a man who just destroyed your home.” He pets your cheek. “That is alright. I will keep you as my little pet, regardless. I could use the company. So why not someone who cannot see me and call me hideous?”

    You frown and take a step back. “Don’t touch me.”

    “I had a cat once who did not like me petting it either.” You hear him uncork a bottle a pour something. “It was a little feral, I admit. But soon, I earned its trust as well.” He places a cold glass in your hands. “How long were you hiding, my pet?”

    You frown at him and drop the glass. “I will not take anything you give me.”

    “That was water,” he scoffs. He picks the glass up. “I am not so disgusting as to drug someone. That is the coward's way.” You hear the swishing of the bottle, and then he grabs you by the back of your head. He tilts you back and kisses you. In your shock you gasp and then he opens his lips, pouring water into your mouth. You cough and gasp as he releases you. It was not the ideal way to get water, but after having that sip, you can’t deny you needed it.

    “Here,” he snarls, thrusting the glass back into your hands. “Drink it, you fool. Don’t make me do that again.”

    “Suh-sorry.” You whimper. You tip the glass back, gulping it down.

    “Hungry?” He asks. He picks you up off the ground and sets you in a chair. You hear him scoot close to you and he places something at your lips. It’s sour and makes your lips tingle.

    “Go ahead,” he growls. “Try it. It’s good for you.”

    You open your mouth, and he places it on your tongue. It’s juicy and delicious. Tart but sweet and it makes your tongue feel strange.

    “Have you ever had pineapple?” He asks.

    You shake your head.

    “Do you like it then?”

    You turn your head towards him. “Why are you being kind to me?”

    Nadeem scoffs and tosses the fork her held aside. “You looked scared.”

    “Aren’t Gnolls supposed to be ruthless and unforgiving? I thought you took what you wanted and left the remains behind?” You feel more tears flow down your cheeks. “Just do what you want to me and get it over with! I can’t take this!”

    “Hey now,” he snarls. He wipes your cheeks. “I took you in so that wouldn’t happen.” He pets your hair away from your face. “Calm down, sweetling. I am a Gnoll, but I am no monster.” 

    You hiccup and sniffle. “How am I supposed to believe you?”

    “Would you rather die?” he sneers. “Would you rather I handed you over and let someone else have you?” He then scoffs. “I promise. I will only touch you if you ask me to.”

    “I will never ask for that!” You growl.

    He chuckles. “You will. I will earn it.”

    Nadeem keeps you in his quarters on his ship. He gives you anything you ask for, though you make it a point to never ask for anything. True to his word he doesn’t touch you. He keeps his distance from you at all times. You hear him, but you never feel him.

    To your surprise, he reads to you. During the evenings when the ship is quiet, he opens a book and starts to read. You know the books his chooses. So one day, when he’s reading, and he skips an entire chapter, you stop him.

    “You missed something,” you tell him. “There’s a chapter there where Joelle goes-”

    “I know the chapter,” Nadeem snarls. “I do not like that chapter.”

    “Is it because Kate dies?” You ask.

    He snarls and huffs. “I don’t like thinking about that! How dare they? How dare they kill the only good character in this book in such a pitiful way!”

    “If she didn’t die though, Joelle never would have-”

    “Joelle is a pig!” Nadeem sneers.

    You place your hand over your mouth to hide your giggles. 

    “What?” he huffs. “What is so damned funny?”

    You move your hand, smiling for the first time in his presence. “It is just a book,” you reply. “But it’s cute how you react to it.”

    He sighs, and he sets the book aside. “I knew you’d be beautiful when you smiled. I just wasn’t prepared for it.”

    You drop your head then glance back up at him. “Why did you keep me?” You ask him. “Was it just because I was beautiful or was there another reason?”

    He sighs and shifts in his chair. “Yes, I do think you’re beautiful. But that wasn’t the only reason I decided to keep you. I am lonely,” he sighs. “I simply wanted some company.”

    “What about all your crew?” You ask.

    “They’re wild animals!” he scoffs. “They do my order, and that’s it! I am not used to their behavior. I was raised with royalty and was trained to lead armies. Instead, I am nothing but a zookeeper. I open their cages and let them do as they will. I feel so...disgusted.”

    You reach out and touch the top of his head. You feel the coarse fur as well as a patch of soft hair growing in a ridge down his neck. You rub his ears, and he sighs.

    “That feels nice,” he whimpers.

    You inch closer to him. You feel down his shoulder to his arm, and you take hold of his hand. “I’m lonely too,” you confess.

    He squeezes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “Can we learn to be friends?” He asks. “That is all I want.”

    You nod in agreement. “I think I can try.”

    He chuckles. “I’m glad.” He then picks up the book again and starts to read.

    “You have to go back,” you correct him. “You skipped the chapter.”

    “And I told you,” he pokes your nose, “that I will not acknowledge what they did to Kate, so pretend like I do that chapter does not exist!” 

    You smile and lean back, listening to him as he reads again. You must have fallen asleep because you wake up later that evening tucked into bed. You yawn and stretch, snuggling into the soft blankets. The air in the ship is cold, such is the case of being out at sea. You sit up in bed and take a deep breath of the cold air.

    “Nadeem?” You murmur. “It’s cold.” You turn your head this way and that. “Nadeem?” You hear something in the corner of the room. Nadeem is breathing heavily, and he grunts and moans. You wonder if he’s sick, so you get out of bed and walk towards his voice.

    He’s trying to stay quiet, you can tell that much, but his grunts are low and strained. You reach out and touch his neck. “Nadeem? Are you ok?”

    “Shit!” He hisses loudly, and he turns around. “What are you doing up?”

    “Are you sick?” You ask. “You sound strange.”

    He swallows. “No, no, I’m fine really.”

    “Are you sure?” You asked. “You sounded so strange.”

    He sighs and kisses your palm. “Can you stand here for a moment?” He asks.

    “Yeah, of course,” you say.

    He holds your hand to his muzzle, he breathes in your scent, and he moans softly again. “Oh,” he whimpers. 

    You furrow your brow. “Nadeem, what are you doing?”

    “Nuh-nothing!” He gasps. “Why would you ask that?”

    You frown. “Are you touching yourself?”

    He’s silent, and he groans.

    You lean over his shoulder. You pet down his bare chest and stomach until you feel his long shaft. He moans at your touch.

    “Don’t,” he whimpers. “I’m so sorry.”

    You bite your lip. “Were you thinking about me?” You ask.

    “I’m sorry,” he whines again.

    “Tell me the truth,” you whisper into his ear.

    He grunts and sighs. “I was,” he answers you. “How could I not think about you?” 

    You take his shaft in your hand and start to stroke it. He gasps and shivers, his hips bucking at your touch. “What do you think about?”

    “Don’t-ah!” He cries out.

    “Tell me,” you growl. “What do you think about?” You suppose this could partly be revenge, but on the other hand, you could not deny your own needs. Back on the farm, for a while, you had taken a lover who would climb into your window at night to please you. You had been missing that touch for some time now.

    “Your body,” Nadeem pants. “Your thighs spread open and your cunny is dripping wet for me,” he whimpers pitifully as you stroke him.

    “Did you want to fuck me?” You snarl into his ear. “Is that all you wanted from me.”

    He lets out a panicked laugh and grunts. “No!”

    “Tell the truth!” You hiss. “Do you just want to fuck me?”

    He laughs again and trembles. “I want to love you!” He howls, and you feel his hot seed spurt all over your fingers. He cries out as he does, laughing again as his thick cum coats your fingers. He leans back in the chair, panting and moaning. 

    “Love me?” You whisper.

    He kisses you, and you return it. You let his tongue into your mouth, and you suck on it.

    “Yes,” he moans. “I do love you, my pet. I love you so much.”

    You wipe your hand on your nightgown. “I was calling you because I am cold. I still am.” You strip away the nightie and tilt your head. “Come warm me up.” You hear him wheeze as you go back to the bed.

    A moment later he’s right beside you. He curls against your back, forming a perfect big spoon. You rub your ass to his lap, pleased to hear him groan again.

    “You’re so warm,” you sigh.

    “You’re burning me up.” His paw pets up your middle, and he kisses your shoulder. “You smell so good.”

    You wriggle against him as his paw rests on your belly. “I want you to touch me.”

    “Is that what you want?”

    You nod and push his hand between your thighs. “Get the dripping cunt you dreamed about,” you purr.

    He growls and slips his fingers between your folds. He gasps in rapture once he finds you are already wet and eager. “What a treasure!” He moans into your ear.

    “Mm,” I guide his hand, keeping it pressed against you. “Good boy,” you pant. “Use those strong fingers. Hurry up and get hard.”

    He laughs. “I didn’t realize my pet was so needy.”

    You turn your head and kiss him. “You said you loved me.”

    He kisses you softly as his fingers press inside. “I do.”

    “Then I need you,” you gasp as his fingers dip inside you. You clench tight around him, feeling his knobby knuckles.

    “You’re so wet,” he moans. “So messy.” He licks the nape of your neck. “I want a bigger mess.”

    You whimper and roll onto your stomach. You raise your rear into the air. “Are you hard yet?”

    “Not quite,” he licks your ass and spreads you open. “But I will make you cum until I am.” He presses his mouth to your folds, and you cry out. He licks you and sucks. His tongue is much more talented than the farm boy you used to play with. His fingers join the mix, pressing inside you and coaxing something to release from your core. You shudder and tremble as your orgasm builds. He bites your ass, and you cry out loudly, you don’t dampen it with your pillow either. You want him to hear your screams.

    “Oh shit,” you flop onto the bed, shivering and shaking.

    “Are you ok?” He pets your cheek.

    You nod. “I’m not...very strong,” you gulp down a breath. “You took a lot from me just now,” you giggle.

    “I should stop then,” he kisses you.

    “Don’t-” you mewl and cling to him. “Please,” you reach down, swirling your fingers in the dripping mess he created. “Nadeem, I need you to love me.”

    He whimpers, but you feel his cock at your folds. He rubs himself there and pants softly. “You feel so warm.”

    “You’re burning me up,” you coo.

    He pushes inside, and you bite your lip. He’s very long and hits all the way back inside you. You shiver and stretch your neck again. “Oh wow-” you mewl.

    He pets your neck and chest. “Are you ok?”

    You nod and reach for him. He places himself in your hands. “You feel so good,” you sigh.

    He trembles. “Careful,” he snarls. “I’m sensitive now.” He starts to move slowly. “And I feel like I’m buried in heaven.”

    You bite your lip as his cock surges inside you. You can feel every inch of him, and he rubs against your sensitive spots. Even the farm boy couldn’t do that much.

    “I never want to hurt you,” he whispers. “So if it becomes too much, I’ll stop.”

    You grab onto his arms. “Don’t you dare. Don’t leave me until you’re done.” You arch your back off the bed. “Don’t stop.”

    He starts to move a little faster, but you sense his hesitance. “You look so beautiful, my pet,” he whispers. “I’m so happy you’re letting me touch you.”

    “Nadeem,” you mewl. “Nadeem.” Your grip on his arms tightens, so you claw at his back. You dig your sharp fingers into his flesh and cry out as he pulls from you a pulsing vibration.

    “I will love you always,” he whispers. “I will do everything in my power to keep you holding me-ah!” You feel him throbbing within.

    “Nadeem!” you cry out again. His release follows yours. I feel him inside, flooding me and surging. His thick cum drips from your lips and onto the soft sheets. He lays on top of you, kissing you all over as you catch your breath.

    “You’re shaking like a leaf, my love.” He holds me to his chest.

    “I’ll be ok,” you whisper. 

    He rubs my back and kisses my shoulder. “How do you feel?”

    I kiss his chest. “Wonderful, my love.”

    His voice catches in his throat. 

    “Your hands may be rough, and your fur may be course,” I murmur, “but I will always long for them to touch me.” I kiss his chin. “Is this not what you wanted?”

    He kisses me, pressing me down into the bed. “I will be your pet,” he whimpers. “As long as you love me.”

    I touch his face. “Are you scared?”

    He holds my palm to his cheek. “I feel as if I am too happy. I am worried it will be taken away.”

    “Do not fear, my love.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him down to me. “We shall see our happy ending.”