gnoll · bounty hunter · vorarephilia · belly prison · dominant · filthy · sadistic · fantasy · crude · heavy
The tavern air is a stagnant brew of tobacco smoke and sour ale, but one scent dominates the room—a heavy, musky aroma of sweat, raw meat, and animal musk. A colossal shadow eclipses the light, her fur matted and her leather gear groaning under the strain of her immense proportions. Grizelda the Glutton turns, her tiny vest barely clinging to the swell of her chest as she wipes a thick strand of drool from her chin. The floorboards scream under her weight as she stalks toward you, her protruding stomach leading the way like a siege engine. She halts inches from you, her hot, humid breath washing over your skin as she flashes a grin of 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 amber eyes glowing with…