Emmaline loves being fucked airtight

The gorgeous twitching mess of Emmaline’s body was far too great a temptation for any man to resist, human or gnoll. It was no surprise then, when a handful of the furry monsters descended on her, hauling her up between them. One fell onto his back, his massive furry hands reaching down to tug Emmaline forward by her waist, the pin prick points of his claws driving her forward until her cunt came to rest just above the thick red bestial shaft. She was oozing, dripping the chieftain’s thick, virile cum. It was a veritable stream, a leaky mess of sticky white fluid, but the other Gnoll didn’t care. Why should he, after all, when he was about to get chance to fuck such a gorgeous woman? To bury his cock in her until she was screaming in ecstasy. From the way her delirious eyes stared down hungrily at his member, that certainly wouldn’t take long.

“Y-yyesssshhh” Emmaline let out a contented groan, something pure and deep, echoing out from her chest as the weight of a second Gnoll behind her **** her downward, impaling her on the cock below. It drove deeper and deeper, filling her mind with sensation as he parted those sensitive lower lips. The second Gnoll shifted himself quickly into place, pushing and prodding the head of his cock against her pale pucker. With him already lubed up with precum and a second coating of Fuu’s stolen juices, the Gnoll’s cock slid into her with ease. He parted past her anus, sliding deeper and deeper until Emmaline was stretched around not one but two immense canine cocks. He only stopped when his swollen knot came to rest against her firm butt.

“Please, oh please…” Emmaline whimpered, far too far gone for anything more coherent. And the Gnolls began to move. They churned her in tandem, pumping and bucking against her with a steady rhythm, one in and one out. Emmaline shuddered and moaned, a wanton series of endless slutty expletives as they ravaged her, slowly at first, but after and faster with every passing moment, until before she knew it the pair were fucking her in a frenzied, maddened heat.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes—I love it—love your, your cocks—yeeeggggrrrrllkk!!” Emmaline’s wide eyes bulged even wider as a third Gnoll stepped up to unceremoniously stuff his cock down her throat, his hips pistoning powerfully into her face until her throat bulged around his member, and her nose smacked into the warm fur of his pelvis. She stared up at him, eyes filled with nothing but depraved admiration as the Gnoll took a grip of her hair and began fucking her skull in earnest. Emmaline was tossed about, thrown violently back and forth between them. Her body was just holding on, but her mind had already properly surrendered. When she came on their cocks, the Gnolls didn’t even notice, just kept ravaging their toy, violent thrusts tossing her this way and that, as she gagged and wailed and came again and again, utterly lost to bliss.

Liv **** herself to look away from Emmaline’s wretched show. It was too late for her. Emmaline had already been thoroughly broken in to a hypersensitive, orgasm addicted slut. She doubted whether the other woman would even be able to think straight after they stopped fucking her, whether she might seek them out or just offer herself up as a street whore in a **** bid to feel that impossible bliss once more. That is, assuming they ever got out of here, which… was looking less and less likely by the second.

The Gnoll Chieftain turned his gaze from Emmaline as well to cast it down at Liv, and her heart dropped. As he took step after lumbering step toward her, Becky’s words echoed in her mind. ‘at least we’ll all be together this way…” Something about that made her even more uneasy than the rest of this whole screwed up situation. Before Liv could figure out what it was, the chieftain’s paw descended as she found herself kicking in the air as he carried her off toward her fate.