For One Night Only - Part 1 (Commission for Teddypimm)

TAGS: Big Gnoll, Size Difference, Hyper, Rough Sex (for the building)

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There was always something beautiful about walking into a tavern and having everyone shut up when she came through the door. Be it in the southern coastal belt or up north by the border, if it was a large gathering place with a sufficient number of travellers who’d never seen her, Kela’s mere presence was enough to completely shut down any discussion that might’ve been taken place, replaced entirely by slack-jawed awe and an inexplicable need to have one’s head crushed between a set of thighs thick and powerful enough to turn large stones into dust. Kela, for her part, didn’t mind; it was precisely for this reason that she tended to travel lightly and wear about as little armor as she could get away with, doubly so whenever she was feeling particularly frisky and didn’t feel like going through the trouble of “conventional” courtship. Sometimes she just wanted a quick lay, and trying to hide her intentions behind false modesty would not only be terribly dishonest, but a waste of everyone’s time. Thus, she sat on one of the larger tables (and not on the benches either), scanning the entire tavern for anyone that wasn’t so stricken by her emergence that they were still staring at her even several seconds after she made her grand appearance. She rolled her eyes; for the gnoll, this was perhaps the worst problem of all: that her having a body like hers was often enough to cause lesser, more pleasure-driven souls to complete idiocy, leaving behind only the very rare individuals strong enough to resist her natural charm. It made it difficult to find anyone who’d actually take the initiative, or at least anyone who could resist drooling over her for long enough to actually serve as a proper lover for more than five minutes. Nonetheless, she scanned the audience, that night comprised mostly of younger mercenaries on the way to the succession “dispute” happening in a neighboring duchy, hoping to locate at least one worthy soul; it was almost impressive how, whenever she sweeped the crowd from side to side, those present appeared to wither underneath her gaze, shrinking back into their seats or trying their best to pretend like they weren’t looking at her. Even worse, most of them weren’t! She would’ve accepted an attempt at ogling her, since at least then she knew those little ones had some spine; instead, what she got were a bunch of cowards who couldn’t even sneak a peek, and they called themselves mercenaries as well! Fighters! She alone was the sole proper combatant in that tavern, and she didn’t even use a weapon most of the time! To think, that a group of presumably attention-starved young men would work so tirelessly not to give her body a good look, it was nonsense! Nonsense of the highest caliber, and yet there it was happening in front of her very own eyes, causing her to shake her head and tut loudly enough that a few of her fellow tavern-goers burned bright red from embarrassment. Kela was about ready to get up and walk out from sheer frustration when she caught something off the corner of her peripheral vision: a movement, quick and darting, but clearly there, a movement that looked suspiciously like a head being turned away from her and towards the nearest wall when she fixated her gaze upon it. And a movement that looked quite a bit like that same head turning towards her when its owner thought that she wasn’t looking back, an expression of devious contentment adorning the face of a… lizard? Much smaller kobold? She wasn’t sure; for Kela, it wasn’t the species that mattered, nor indeed who those eyes belonged to; rather, the important thing was that someone, finally, at long last, had decided to start sizing her up properly, leaving her relieved that at least someone in that damned tavern had a pair of balls… and quite literally at that, once the gnoll turned to face her potential suitor properly. She hadn’t expected someone so tiny to carry around a package so large, but… well, there she had it, didn’t she? It was genuinely impressive; one would think having a dick and a pair of balls about as large as one’s own torso would be somewhat of a constraint to circulation, but that kobold (for they were definitely a ‘bold, which only made it so much better) seemed to be perfectly fine. Well, apart from the blush on their cheeks, really, which only birthed more questions as Kela tried to understand how anyone with such a disproportionately-sized cock could even blush at all without their heart stopping from having nothing inside it. Regardless, it was time for a little experiment, one that she ran whenever she thought someone was trying to catch a glimpse of: she merely moved her gaze away from the kobold and casually looked to a wall, while still keeping part of her peripheral vision firmly within the focus range of her consciousness, just enough to let her see that yes, indeed, the kobold was looking back at her now that he thought she wasn’t paying attention. And yes, he did look away when she turned her head to face him. How cute, he thought he was being subtle! He thought he actually managed to look away in time, as if the gnoll’s reflexes weren’t such that she could effortlessly pass that perception check. With her mouth open wide, baring her shiny teeth in a grin that was at once both predatory and oddly alluring, Kela got up from her seat and walked over to this gorgeous little thing, not even bothering to hide the tremors caused by each of her footsteps. She could stop them, if she wanted; it just so happened that letting her prospective lovers know what they were getting into was something of a personal rule the gnoll had established. No point trying to get it on with someone if they were going to end up with a crushed pelvis by the end of it, bad for business and all; it was best for everyone involved if she was as honest as she possibly could with just what kind of energy she could bring to the bedroom… though, of course, “honesty” took a great many forms, and Kela was a fan of showing, not telling, hence her decision to simply remain standing directly behind the kobold, admiring him from above while waiting for him to turn around. To the little guy’s credit, he survived a surprising amount of time with the gnoll looming over him, even longer than the tavern keeper hiding behind the counter; sure, it was almost impossible to tell how much of it was the kobold having frozen completely and how much was genuine courage and determination, but they were already a good couple of leagues ahead of most of Kela’s trysts, and for that, a reward was well-earned. Said reward, of course, came in the form of the gnoll taking the wooden seat the kobold was on and turning it around, forcing the little one to stare directly at the body that they had been surreptitiously trying to sneak glances at. Or, to be more precise, forced him to look somewhere at Kela’s belly, given that the ‘bold did not move his eyes from where they were pointed at, and judging from how much they were shaking, probably lacked the ability to move them at all without dismantling himself from all the shaking. Kela liked it, it meant she could turn on the charm and let it work its own magic; others might be convinced by the charade, but she knew better, she knew that the kobold wasn’t nearly as terrified as he was trying to make himself out to be. Most people either froze so thoroughly that their eyes went unfocused (which was certainly not the case there), or they just ran away at earliest convenience. The ‘bold, in sharp contrast, was still bringing his own peepers all over her body, almost like trying to extract one final, appreciative look at the gnoll’s form before his own was snapped in half. And that told her two things: first, this one was worth it. Second, he was paying for the drinks, because she left her coinage back at the cart outside and she had a nagging feeling that she wouldn’t have the time to go back and fetch it. So she sat down and helped herself, reaching over the counter for a flagon of ale, the tavern keeper wisely deciding not to intervene when he looked up and saw a whole lot of gnoll cleavage staring back at him. Thus satisfied, Kela made sure to look directly at the kobold as she downed the whole thing in one go before slamming the now-empty cup back on the counter and licking her lips directly in front of the kobold’s face… who, for his part, was beautifully trying to pretend like he wasn’t enjoying every moment of it, even going so far as to shrink back from Kela just enough to avoid contact, while keeping close enough of a distance to feel her warm breath rolling over him, especially she bared her teeth and playfully growled at him. That brief moment, where the ‘bold’s eyes almost rolled up into his skull before he shook his head and reasserted control, was all that Kela really needed to know that she was headed in the right direction, and from there, the smaller one never had any more control; in between the gnoll dragging herself closer and closer still, ending up almost forcing the little kobold onto her lap, her pulling and tugging at him, her wordlessly teasing the poor guy in whatever way she could think of using purely body language and posture, it was a wonder his mind didn’t snap in half right there and then. Yet, every second the kobold held on was another that Kela was reassured that she had made the right choice, doubly so once it was made clear that, despite her attention being fully monopolized by the most unlikely of choices, no one else dared to look towards the section of the tavern where “those two” were, as they were referred to in hushed tones. Of course the extra-large gnoll would get together with a kobold who had more dick than kobold, why shouldn’t she? Why, if it hadn’t been for the unfair competition, any number of those present would’ve given it their fair shake and seen what they could do, so the tiny little pipsqueak ought to remember how lucky they were. Luck, of course, had very little to do with Kela all-but smothering the little ‘bold in her pudgy self, nor did it have anything at all to do with how little whimpering was going on despite the rough handling. Instead, he was producing a noise that was somewhere in between a moan and a tiny little squeal, the most adorable thing that made him sound like Kela was hugging a plush toy with a squeaker built into it; no matter how much grimacing was had, no matter how many times he tried to pretend like he was pushing her away, the closer the gnoll brought him to herself and the harder she tugged at the ‘bold, the more control he yielded, until he was effectively a puppet being moved by the strings dangling from Kela’s hands. It was all she could do to avoid breaking into a giggling fit, and even then she still had to get up and unceremoniously shove the kobold in between her tits before she lost her sense of self-restraint… well, accidentally at least.

“We’ll be taking the biggest room you have upstairs,” the gnoll informed the cowering man behind the counter, “and I’ll pay in the morning. If you hear anything, don’t. Got it?”

A quick thumbs-up, yet another squeal-moan from the ‘bold, and off they went. It was going to be a long night. Everyone else in the building got to hear as Kela thundered her way upstairs, not even bothering with keeping the stair railing in one piece; far as she cared, she had better things to do, like getting that deliciously hung kobold on a bed and riding him until he was nice and dry. Granted, this did require her to break through a wall, seeing as the door leading to the largest bedroom wasn’t quite big enough to accommodate her during her horny phase; maybe, if she still had enough of her sane self in her head, she would’ve been able to squeeze through the opening without tearing the whole thing off its hinges (and frame), but alas, the gnoll wanted to fuck, and everything else was just going to have to get in line to be considered a priority. Well, everything but the kobold’s safety; it was paramount that the little one be kept from harm, at least until she got her hands on him and started jumping on that cock of theirs. Really, it was almost impressive how someone of such low stature could have a dick that large, even more so when Kela threw them onto the bed and the full mast was revealed to be about as big as the entirety of the kobold’s body, same with the two overstuffed cumtanks underneath it.

“So, what’s your name, handsome?” the gnoll mused, not quite expecting an answer as she ripped off what little she still had on, “Or am I gonna have to make one up when I’m screaming for it in a minute?”

“U-Uhm!” the little one stumbled over himself to ‘reply’, his eyes darting between his package and the gnoll it was about to service, “A-a-a-Aso, Aso, my name’s Aso! A-and-”

“Aso, got it,” Kela interrupted, hopping onto the bed and very nearly breaking it in half in the process, “Aso, darling, here’s what’s gonna happen: you’re going to keep that dick nice and hard, and I’m gonna ride it until stuffed six ways to Sunday. I’ll be done when I’m done. Got it?”

If the kobold had any intention of protesting, he certainly didn’t do so in the slightest. Or rather, there was the usual pretense of having been dragged into something he didn’t want to do: the squirming, the writhing, the whimpering, everything really, but it was all an act, and one about as transparent as the window set above the bed. If ever there was someone who wanted Kela to hurry up and put her money where her mouth was, it was Aso, at least judging by how loudly his shaft was throbbing. Licking her lips, the gnoll adjusted her position to better angle the tip of that enormous dick directly between her legs; she made sure to hug it as closely as possible, using her thighs to give that thing a nice workout before she went in for the full plunge. It was… surprisingly harder than she expected, already slick with pre as well, enough so that the gnoll actually paused for a moment as she took in the full enormity of what she was going to take in; funny, perhaps, but not for her when she realized she’d be walking funny for hours afterwards and she needed to get an early morning move-on if she wanted to get anywhere close to her destination on time. Yet, at the same time, that was a dick big enough to nearly split her in two, and that wasn’t an experience she got to go through all that often; the vast majority of times, Kela had to make due with subpar lovers who, despite trying their best, could only really accomplish so much before their innate size disadvantage imposed a cap on them. But with Aso? Aso seemed perfectly capable of stuffing her harder than anyone else ever had, and that was saying something given the sort of lovers Kela had kept over the years. So, with a grin and a grimace shortly after, the gnoll sunk her claws into the sheets underneath her and began the slow descent: the parting of her lips, causing a spike of agonized pleasure to shoot up her spine and temporarily blank her out, the sensations that came with having a tip that massive penetrate her under her own terms and set rhythm. The feeling of a shaft so big that it barely fit being made to fit regardless, not just leaving her stretched out but straining her flexibility to near its breaking point, inch after inch, and a few more inches on top of it for good measure, until Kela was left wondering just when it would stop. There was just so much of it that it left her dizzy before she was even halfway to the base, and the gnoll had to make an effort not to look back just to keep herself from being frightened by how much she had left to take; she focused instead on carrying on, on taking that extra inch, on feeling herself bloat and stretch, on having her insides rearranged and remembering the last time she had ever been serviced like that. She focused instead on the moans coming from beneath her, ones that were rapidly muffled by smothering the kobold in her bust, only to be replaced with a surprisingly eager tongue and an equally enthusiastic amount of whimpering from someone who was very clearly enjoying themselves far more than they felt like they should let on. All the while, Kela was left flabbergasted that she wasn’t done yet; clearly, she should’ve reached the base of that dick already, which could only mean that either she was getting rusty, or that ‘bold was a grower, despite all appearances… and she certainly wasn’t lacking for any practice or experience. Indeed, by the time she did reach the end, angling her body back so as to sit on the kobold properly, what she had in front of her was a bulge big enough for her to hug it like a body pillow, quite the far cry from her usual fare. It brought to mind a great number of thoughts, none of which were remotely sane or safe, all of which urged her to do things which could only end in disaster; Kela “compromised” by resorting to the basics, indeed wrapping her arms around her stretched-out self, making sure her paws were well-anchored… and then pulling herself upwards.