{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}

1
The gnoll cackled, frothing at the muzzle with bloodlust right up until the point an arrowhead lodged into the left eye. The cackling beast yelped and recoiled, even as a second, then third arrow immediately after the first embedded themselves into its head.

Marcus drew three more arrows and nocked the first, swivelling to the next target. He loosed two in quick succession, then angled down and twisted before firing the third. A gnoll took two arrows to the chest and toppled back, before another attempting to charge the human took an arrow to the knee, slumped forward and ate dirt.

But even as three gnolls went down in about two seconds, there were plenty more lining up for a piece of the adventurer.

“This is why you never split the party,” Marcus grumbled as he confidently yanked another three arrows from his quiver.

Ten versus one was even odds as far as Marcus was concerned. Except those weren’t the odds on that lonely stretch of forest road. It would have been even if Jinette and Tiana were around, but they had insisted on having a lengthy shopping trip before moving on to the next town. While they stocked up ‘important supplies’ that were somehow found in fancy jewellery and lingerie stores, they insisted Marcus go ahead and scout the road ahead.

Enter a pack of thirty gnolls. Marcus had sidestepped their ambush and put thirteen in the dirt so far, but their resolve in gutting him hadn’t broken yet. And Marcus was running out of tricks.

One more arrow left the quiver to dead-check the floored gnoll, before Marcus drew another trio and walked shots from the groin to the sternum in the next. All the while he backpedalled off the side of the road. Even as his foot caught on an exposed root, the human went down shooting. Another headshot brained the next gnoll, and he kicked hard, sliding himself across the forest floor, putting two more arrows in another.

By this time however the next gnoll was on him, cackling with bloodlust and raising a massive axe. Marcus freed an arrow and let off a snap-shop at the same time, catching the target in an unprotected portion of the gut. The gnoll took the arrow like it wasn’t even shit and still came down on Marcus, who raised his forearms hoping his armour would be enough to stop that serrated axe-head…

Then the gnoll’s head split open like an overripe gourd. The axe went wild and thudded into the dirt beside Marcus, who watched it slump limply off to one side before looking back up at the dying… correction; the dead gnoll.

The force of her axe had removed much of the hulking hyena beast’s face and flung its muscular ragdoll aside into a nearby rock. The creature landed with a splat, stunning another gnoll before it too befell a similar face.

Splattered in blood almost as red as the long hair cascading down her bare shoulders, the tall, muscular vixen carried through the next gnoll she reduced into a pink mist with the axes she wielded and ran the pack down single handed. In the messy panic of entrails and bone fragments, the anthropomorphic fox let out a beastly wail that reduced the cackles of bloodthirsty laughter from the gnolls into a fearful whimper. The barbarian then whirled through them, swinging her axes in rhythm with her heavy bosoms, felling the rest of the creatures in a whirlwind of blood and gore.

Marcus stared, arms still raised to protect himself as he watched the fox’s shoulders heave with heavy breaths as she stood hunched among the eviscerated gnolls.

The woman, now she wasn’t a blur of russet fur and blood-red hair cleaving though monsters, had a subtle musculature along with a towering physique. She was a giantess, towering over Marcus enough that he figured he only stood just about eye level with her cleavage. Not that it was a bad thing, given how much cleavage she had. The anthro fox’s busty curves were amplified by her roughly hewn fur lingerie with knee-high leather boots and a broad belt for housing several pouches and sheathed daggers.

Her breasts were so large, they practically spilled out of her skimpy top and how she had managed to whirl into battle without suffering a wardrobe malfunction was anybody’s guess.

When her eyes fell on Marcus, who stood a little cautiously, it was like a switch was thrown in her. The vixen’s breathing calmed and she licked her lips. Her posture improved immediately, and sliding her axes into her belt, she straightened up into an almost royal stance. She kept her feet close together and her hands on her hips as she peered down at the human standing before her.

“Well-well-well, what do we have here?” she said softly in a sophisticated, ladylike tone despite her scant, gruff outlander appearance. She strode forward, no longer throwing her weight with deadly intent. Instead, she took long confident strides, swaying her wide curvy hips ostentatiously side to side in time with the swish of her plush tail. “Today’s loot drop is the best I’ve had in weeks. It’s not every day that a group of monsters drops me a delicious new piece of fuckmeat.”

As she managed to get in range and firmly plant her hand on the bulge forming in Marcus’ pants, the nearest trees made a sudden vocal objection, shouting: “MOM! SERIOUSLY!?”

Britney grinned proudly. “I’m sorry, Ellie. Mom isn’t home right now. You will address me as ‘Bala,’ the big-titty barbarian.”

Janet wheezed into her character sheet. Some energy drink shot out of Mark’s nose. And even Tina thought it was funny, giggling into her hands.

It was a pretty regular Sunday afternoon in the Smith residence. Janet, Tina and Mark were sitting around the kitchen table, with Ellie positioned opposite them half-brooding behind the DM screen. Joining them, now to Ellie’s annoyance, was her mother, Britney. The older vixen was fully embracing the lazy Sunday feel, having showed up to the game in just a bathrobe and fluffy slippers. And whereas Ellie would have normally been exactly the same, all that had changed when Mark first joined their meetup last week. Now Ellie showed up suspiciously well groomed, wearing short skirts and flimsy cropped tops. Though the young woman was woefully outmatched by her own mother, whose robe hung open just enough to show off all of her plentiful cleavage.

Mark did his best not to look but… well, he was a teenage boy after all.

It was pretty obvious to anyone with an IQ above room-temperature to figure out why Britney had done this. Whenever she joined in as Bala, a noble blood barbarian, she’d played the character pretty straightforward, revelling more in the combat mechanics of the game than the roleplaying. Not so much since Mark joined the table.

Now she was fully embracing the ‘R’ in the RPG. And while Mark couldn’t have possibly known that since this was his first session alongside Britney, Ellie knew that this sudden change in playstyle was purely because of the cute guy sitting at the table. The fact Mark was half her age didn’t seem to bother Britney in the least either.

In his ignorance, Mark couldn’t mind all that much. He grinned, looking across the table at Janet who was poking fun at her friend. It was nice to see her laugh; the anthro rabbit had a pretty smile after all.

“It’s pretty rich hearing you complain, Ellie,” Janet said. “Weren’t you the one molesting Mark last week?”

Ellie threw back a shit-eating grin. “Keep up the sass, Janet. We’ll see if a random flying cow doesn’t land on Jinette and insta-kill her.”

“Now, Ellie. Play nice,” her mother warned, though she didn’t turn her gaze to look. Her eyes were fixed on Mark with a small smile as she added, “So, dear, what should we do now?”

Mark paused, wondering what that meant. Defaulting to the most innocent possible meaning of the question, he said, “Maybe we should set up camp. I tell Bala about my friends tailing up the rear and how we should probably sit tight and wait for them to catch up.”

Janine leaned in and started to ask, “Speaking of tails and rears, are you two sure you don’t want to-…”

But Ellie cut her off there. “Yes! Set up camp! Good idea. It’s getting late anyway and darkness is descending quickly over the land…”

As Ellie was narrating, Britney leaned over and spoke in a low whisper. “Out camping in the darkness with a handsome adventurer? How did I get so lucky?”

Mark and the girls who overheard snorted loudly, and Ellie eyed them suspiciously, wondering what her players were plotting to do to her.



2
Night fell unusually quickly over the land. Marcus was so certain he’d only just had a ration pack for lunch just before the gnoll attack. But now, setting up camp by the roadside he’d barely laid out his bedroll and started a campfire when the night crickets began chirping and the darkness fell over them.

Poking the fire with an arrow, Marcus was about to tell Bala to turn in and he’d take first watch. That was when he looked up and saw the vixen didn’t seem at all interested in sleep tonight.

Bala was practically on him, down on all fours with her free breasts swinging under her as she crawled onto his bedroll beside him. Her muzzle pressed into his neck, the fur tickling his bare skin and making the human recoil. Pressing the advantage the barbarian then threw herself on top of him, pinning Marcus on his back.

Wearing nothing but a broad smile, the noble vixen narrowed her eyes seductively, her large breasts hanging just an inch from his chin.

“See something you like, Marcus?” she asked licking her lips.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well, now you mention it; yes, I do see something rather tasty.”

Without so much as a thank-you-please, the vixen sank back onto her haunches until her face was level with the pinned human’s groin. Her hands worked his pants open with the same nimble skill they handled her axes and in moments a throbbing erection bobbed eagerly in front of her nose.  Bala’s pupils dilated with excitement as her mouth fell open a little.

“Goodness me, such a large and healthy boy you are,” she teased.

Then before Marcus could answer, or draw attention to the fact that neither of them were keeping watch, Bala’s hot muzzle slid down and engulfed his cock down to the base with ease. Her lips pursed over the shaft and her broad tongue slipped out to cradle his balls. Not an inch of his member was left unloved as the older vixen began slurping and worshipping all the way up to the tip before plunging her warm muzzle back down deep into his crotch.

He couldn’t help but roll his hips into her mouth. And as short as his time in her muzzle was, he almost worked completely up to orgasm in just a few moments. Bala must have felt his balls churning for release, alongside hearing his rapid breaths, because she pulled back and let him slip from her lips with a wet pop.

She didn’t leave him hanging, wrapping her large tits around his cock next. The pillowy mounds were so plump they engulfed him completely where she squished them together with both hands and started bouncing up and down. Her mouth hung open with a smile as she leered lovingly up at him, letting her tongue flick out every time his crown struggled to peek out of her furry cleavage. Her fur was so soft and silky, mixed with her malleable, firm breasts… between the texture and the tightness of her enthusiastic caress Marcus was pretty sure that last gnoll had successfully cleaved his head in two and he was actually dead, having been expediated into the heavenly afterlife.

Like before, she must have felt is balls ready for release as she pulled back quickly again. This time Bala planted a loving little smooch on Marcus’ lips, then whipped around on all fours. One hand dragged him up to his knees by his armoured vest, before she walked her fingers down past his waist and clasped his glistening, iron rod of an erection.

Guiding him skilfully, she pressed the tip of his cock to her waiting quim, letting him feel the moist opening for a moment. Then grabbing his vest again, she aggressively pulled him into her. Marcus stiffened as his fingers sank into the bountiful curves of her perfect ass. He closed his hand around the base of her tail and pulled at the same time, earning a satisfied gasp from the vixen.

Her hot, slippery folds parted to let him enter, and her walls rippled with pleasure, eager to let him in. Bit by bit he disappeared into the furnace where Bala’s thighs met. He plunged into her tight, moist dungeon with the eagerness of an adventurer looking for loot.

And if that divine feeling of her pussy hugging him lovingly while the gorgeous busty barbarian vixen moaned with a mixture of delight and relief wasn’t the finest loot in the universe, then Marcus had no idea what he was living for anymore.

Balancing on her knees, Bala straightened up as Marcus started rolling his hips and thrusting up into the curvy woman. He had one hand on her belly, hugging her soft motherly curves tighter while the other reached up to fondle her breasts. Bala threw her head back, pressing her furry cheek against Marcus’ face as she reached back to hold onto the human in turn.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned in a tone oozing eroticism. Some of her noble voice dripped away and gave light to that ravenous berserker raging inside her. “That’s it. Your cock feels so good inside me. Fuck me, Marcus. Make me your bitch!”

Marcus grunted an affirmative into Bala’s hair, but choked on his breath when he heard the sound of a throat being cleared. Both of them froze and looked over to see two figures standing at the edge of the firelight.

Tiana was watching with a sly little grin, though true to form Jinette had her arms crossed and her hip cocked out to one side, watching the fox and human fuck like there was no tomorrow.

Bala immediately growled like a dog whose meal was about to be taken away. Baring her teeth, she doubled back over and thrust herself possessively back onto her new toy. Clearly if the girls wanted a piece, they were going to have to wait their turn.



3
The table was completely silent, bar the soft, hollow slurping noise Mark made as he tried to inconspicuously sip his energy drink. Though by the way she was shaking, it could have just as easily been the sounds of Tina secretly exploring between her thighs with her fingers as she listened to the detailed account of in-game events.

It was easy to see where Ellie got her comically lewd imagination from. But despite the overt erotic overtones as Britney was even vocalising her character’s pleasured moans, even Ellie didn’t look the slight bit amused.

“What?” Britney asked innocently. “Were the moans too much?”

Janet quickly shook her head as Ellie was giving her mother an ear-full about being so lewd. She was embarrassing her in front of her boyfriend… boy friend. Friend who just happened to be a boy, she quickly managed to correct.

At the same time, Janet leaned over to mark and assured him, “Sometimes I get to DM a side quest so Ellie can be a player for a while. That’s usually the time when we get to have a normal adventure.”

Mark chortled. “Sounds nice.”

In the meantime, Britney innocently told her daughter that if Mark minded her advances, he would have asked her to stop. And since he wasn’t saying anything of the like, she feels it rude to leave him hanging so close to climax.

The comment left a vivid blush on Mark’s cheeks as it did on Ellie’s.

Rubbing her face, Ellie turned to Mark. “Whatever. Just… can you roll for…?”

“I forfeit,” he interjected, holding up his hands. Then quickly added, “Unless Bala wants me to try and hold back.”

Britney gave a little shiver, smiling broadly. “Oooooohhh~, such a gentleman. No, please. Marcus should let it all go. Bala is very excited for the bit that comes next.”

Mark blinked then shrugged. “Okay then. Just let it happen. Ain’t nothing but a natural twenty gonna save me from what happens next anyway.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Fair enough.”



4
Ignoring her audience, Bala forced her wide, curvy hips back against Marcus’. Her eyes rolled as that big cock slipped back all the way inside, the tip reaching an itch in the innermost depths that hadn’t been scratched in such a long time. It was a mixture of delight and relief that only bred a need for more.

More, which Marcus was only all too eager to give the way his hips rocked forward to meet her firm thrusts.

Before long Bala threw herself forward, yanking herself a little regretfully off the human. But as quickly as she pulled away, she flipped onto her back and tugged his cock at the base, directing him back into her warm folds before he got too cold. She swallowed a gasp feeling that wonderful thing, slippery with their mixed arousal and desire to keep going slide back into her depths. She started clawing at him positively, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles over one another as Marcus quickly fell back into the thrusting motions that had her back to keening like a virginal bride in moments.

They both quickly lost track of time. They indulged in their interest in each other’s bodies, Bala sliding her hands up Marcus’ shirt to feel along the smooth skin pulled taught over a firm musculature. The human raked his fingers through her silky fur and buried his face into her soft breasts. His lips found her bare, pink nipple, hard and erect with excitement and he licked at the sensitive nub of flesh, getting a ticklish little laugh out of the vixen.

Before long, Marcus’ thrusts grew erratic, and the way his cock swelled in her had Bala salivating for what came next.

“Do it,” she whispered into his ear. “Do it inside me, my little human. Breed me like a bitch in heat.”

Marcus would never know if it was her demands or just how incredible her body felt. Either way, she got him off. Almost as hard as Tiana, but Bala was at least not so ludicrously tight that it took immense effort to shoot his load up inside her. With Bala it just came in long, loving spurts piercing the cervix his crown smooched so tenderly with a final, definitive thrust.

“Good boy~!” Bala crooned in a voice that crackled like the embers on their fire. She had shoved Marcus’ face into her cleavage and clawed at his back, savouring every bit of the thick, warm, virile seed irrigating her fields.

It was so thick and slippery, the feel of it oozing into her depths set her off and her pussy clamped on his big, smooth human cock. Some jets of cream overflowed, dripping from the imperfect seal where they joined. 

While she was cooing at the feel of his cream swirling in her womb, Bala heard Jinette’s voice over their combined laboured breaths.

“Hello again, Bala,” said the wizard in an almost bored, but slightly intrigued and perhaps just a little bit of an aroused voice. “I see you’ve met our new party member.”

Bala giggled, smiling broadly down at the human in her clutches. “Oh, we were only just getting started on introductions.”