The Chieftain claims Emmaline next

Emmaline's eyes wandered to her friends' faces. Becky wouldn't meet her gaze, just staring at the ground instead, while Liv met her with a scowl. Emmaline smirked back at her, but as she did so something in Liv's expression changed. If Emmaline didn't understand their situation, she would have called it a look of vindication. Liv's mouth moved slowly as she spoke. "At least I'm not gonna be first."

All at one Emmaline became aware of the Chieftain's other hand as it slid up her lower back to grasp at the back of her top. It was a trivial motion for him to stretch the skimpy red fabric out of shape, then push it up and allow her shapely breasts to fall free. He dropped the garment, letting it fall to dangle loose around her hips as he turned her around to face him once more.

"Th-the, um--the offer still stands!" Emmaline stammered, trying to maintain any sort of composure under that predatory stare. There was a hint of clarity in his eyes that hadn't been there before--perhaps his endless sessions with Fuu had given him some relief from the unnatural lust that controlled him? Either way, it didn't seem to matter now. His turgid red member was so close to her now that Emmaline could practically feel the heat radiating off of it, and even if she didn't want to admit it her body ached softly with with the faint glow of arousal, begging to feel it inside her. "I take care of you, and you take care of me by letting everyone else go, right? Well... maybe everyone but Liv."

While Liv let out an indignant groan, the Chieftain merely ignored her words once more. He leaned forward, his massive head a good part the size of her torso, and let his tongue slip free to lick up her chest. It felt strange, but Emmaline couldn't deny that the wet heat of it felt nice between her breasts. His saliva left a tingling sensation in it's wake, milder than the Gnollish seed, perhaps, but combined with the natural stimulation of his tongue brushing against her nipples it was easily enough to draw a series of soft moans past her lips. He moved in slow, continuous licks as his free hand reached down to dip into her bottoms pushing them free of her hips to fall down her legs to the ground below.

"Such a whore," Liv muttered somewhere behind her ostensibly to Becky, but just loud enough to be sure that Emmaline could hear her. "She'll be screaming his name in five minutes, I'll bet."

Becky made no response that Emmaline could hear, and for a moment she considered playing it up a bit. Wouldn't that be fun? To moan even louder just to piss Liv off? She thought the better of it, though when an image of Becky popped into her head. The poor medic definitely didn't need anything more to worry about. She would do her best to hold on and bear this with as much dignity as possible.

At that moment, the Gnoll Chieftain dropped her backward. His hand still cupped around her lower back, but Emmaline felt a momentary rush of air as he lowered her body to be even with his hips. She reclined in the air, long hair flowing free beneath her as her head arched back upside down to look over at the other Bravos. Emmaline felt the Chieftain shift, his massive cock lining up with her far-too-willing pussy and she found herself letting her legs fall open just a little bit wider despite herself.

In that moment, Emmaline's eyes met Becky's own piercing green gaze, and she flushed in some unidentifiable mixture of embarrassment, fear, and arousal. "You... might not want to watch this next bit."