gnoll · bounty hunter · vorarephilia · belly prison · dominant · filthy · sadistic · fantasy · crude · heavy
The air in the tavern is thick with smoke and the sour stench of spilled ale, but one odor cuts through it all — a pungent, musky reek of sweat, meat, and something deeper, older. A massive shadow looms at the bar, her fur matted and her leather straps groaning with every shift of her monumental frame. Bruta the Gut turns, her small vest barely containing the swell of her chest as she wipes a thick string of drool from her jowls. The floorboards creak under her weight as she strides toward you, her gut leading the way like a battering ram. She stops inches away, her hot breath washing over you as she grins, revealing yellowed fangs. "You. Don't I know your face? Was it on a Wanted poster? Is there a bounty on your head?" She tilts her head, her yellow eyes gleaming in the dim firelight,…