Gnoll/hyena boy (Brenn) x female reader - Part Five (nsfw) (Patreon)

So, up here on early release is part five of Brenn's story! It's nsfw almost right off the bat, and there's mention of pregnancy too. Other than that, I don't think any warnings apply! I really hope you enjoy it! I'll probably change the aesthetic for the last part I think. 

Note: this has been edited again and tweaked, but no major changes made.

You woke with the dawn seeping through your curtains, and the heat of Brenn’s body beside you. It had been over a year since you’d lain with anyone, and Tristan had been the only other you’d shared a bed with since leaving the city behind to study at the university. 

Now, you trailed your fingers lazily down Brenn’s soft chest, feeling the fur beneath your fingertips: rough coat on top, ridiculously soft undercoat beneath. His pale chest melted into a darker, honey colour the further you moved towards his hips. 

He was still asleep, lying on his back, his legs falling slightly open at the hip, one paw bent over his chest, the other hooked around your shoulders where he’d been cradling you since you’d fallen asleep there the previous night. 

He might have been asleep, but his body was slowly waking up under your explorative touch. You lifted the sheets back off his body without disturbing him, and smiled at the sight of him. The velvet fur around his sheath was intoxicatingly fun to tease, and as you ran your fingertips around the bulge, you saw the red tip of his cock just beginning to peek out already. 

You shuffled, smiling, and licked your lips, pressing a kiss down over that tiny, red tip, and then used your finger and thumb to caress his sheath on either side. He began to stir, moaning low in his throat: a deep, unguarded gnoll noise that made your heartbeat race. Leaning down again, you licked his sweet tip, pre-come already starting to bead there, and he inhaled deeply, shuffling slightly, one leg kicking softly. 

“Morning, Brenn,” you purred, kissing him a third time and teasing the narrow space of very short, very soft fur between his sheath and his balls. 

He twitched at that, and opened his eyes. When he looked up at you, his jaw slack and his eyes glassy with sleepy arousal, he sighed. “I thought I was dreaming,” he said. 

“No,” you said, and his cock began to slip free of the sheath, growing harder and harder the more you teased him. 

“Oh gods,” he whined, pressing his head back into the pillow. “Oh gods I missed you so much…”

“You mean you missed me wrapped around your hard cock?” you asked. 

“Such language from a lady,” he rasped, his words carrying no real sting. 

You only laughed, and then, sparking a jolt of surprise in Brenn, you took his long, thick cock into your mouth. 

His short, muscular hind legs wrapped around your back, pulling you down onto him until you choked softly, eyes watering, and he unclasped them, trying to speak, but he was too wrapped up in the pleasure of your mouth around him to speak. 

Beneath your touch, his knot started to swell, and you teased it with your fingertips, even while you worked his shaft with your lips and tongue until he was whimpering, thrashing softly, and making all kinds of delicious gnoll sounds for you. 

“Please!” he finally yipped, “Please… ah… I can’t… I can’t take it…”

The rhythm was too slow for him and it was sweet torture. Then, feeling cheeky, you pulled very slowly off his cock and pressed your tongue against the slit at its head. 

He growled, his immensely powerful jaws snapping together with a resounding click as he gnashed his teeth and snarled at you. 

“Threatening me won’t make me move any quicker,” you said, idly working his shaft with your hands while you gave your aching jaw a break. 

He whined, high and needy, drool beginning to glisten at the corners of his mouth as he lay there, helpless and desperate. Powerful he might have been, but he couldn’t bring himself to demand anything from you. Perhaps it was a gnoll thing, what with males ranking below females, or maybe it was just the way he was, but whatever it was, it kept him from doing what he really wanted, which was to flip you over and fuck you into the middle of next week. 

Finally, you slipped out of your nightdress and his eyes fell hungrily to your breasts. His cock lay perfectly erect against his belly, leaking and twitching as he watched you, his knot as full as it was ever going to get. 

“I need you,” he rasped. “Please…”

And then with a smile, you nodded, and he pounced. 

He hauled you up onto your knees after he’d initially knocked you into the bed in his ebullient enthusiasm, covering you with nips and licks, rutting his wet, hot cock between your thighs in desperation. He nosed between your legs a moment too, his tongue lapping. He moaned deeply as he tasted you, and his fingers grabbed your thighs, tugging you more tightly up against his muzzle, which set his cold nose against your hot skin in a way that made your thighs tremble.

You gasped, shaking and weak as he made you come just by doing that. He held you firmly upright, though all you wanted to do was collapse. Finally it seemed he could stand it no longer, and as you recovered enough to glance behind you, you saw that his cock was dripping liberally down onto the sheets, and his knot was bigger than you’d ever seen it. 

“Brenn,” you breathed. “Gently…”

He lined himself up and began to sink into you. 

The effort it took not to sheath himself inside you in one swift movement was clearly almost more than he could take. His powerful thighs shook and his back bowed, head landing just at the curve of your neck. Drool slid through his teeth and splashed onto your shoulder and even onto the pillow as his eyes rolled shut with another gnoll moan, starting deep in his chest and rising to a high whine. 

His teeth raked across the artery in your neck, slicking your skin before his hot tongue lapped to clean you. “Sorry,” he rasped. “I… I can’t…”

“You can move, Brenn,” you said, almost winded by how big he was and how full you were, especially so soon after coming. Sure, he’d had you twice already since being home, but somehow he seemed more desperate this morning than on either of those two occasions. 

He gave a cautious roll of his hips and nearly collapsed on top of you at the feeling of moving inside you. You didn’t miss the way his knot nudged up against your entrance, even as the unique shape of his cock caught all the points inside you that lit you up with euphoric pleasure. 

“Brenn!” you complained.

“What?” he managed to grind out in between painfully careful thrusts. “Am I hurting you?”

“Move,” you gasped. 

“I am!”

“More…”

And so he did. His hips picked up an inexorable rhythm, and he grabbed your hips, his claws pricking your skin as he arched his back away from you as he pistoned his powerful hips into you harder and harder until you felt stars building behind your vision. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, and suddenly his knot slipped inside you with a pop that stretched you wide. He filled you utterly. The feeling of you clenching tight around that swollen knot, combined with a few more frantic, fruitless attempts to pound into you even after you were locked together, prompted him to come with a snarl. 

His claws dug in painfully, but the sensation of him emptying himself into you tipped you over the edge again and you came around him, prolonging his own climax almost painfully for him. 

His jaws clamped down on your shoulder and for a wild moment you felt a thrill of fear and pain – you had actually witnessed him kill another gnoll with that mouth, after all – but he didn’t break the skin, pulling back just in time as his cock pulsed and the last of his release filled you in a rush of heat. 

“Shit,” he panted, breathing erratic and his chest heaving, barely able to get his words out. “Shit I’m… I’m sorry did…?”

“Shh,” you smiled, still on the tail end of your own mind-shattering orgasm. 

He slumped forwards, barely able to catch himself on his hands, and the two of you sank down onto the bed, face first. He kept a lot of his weight off you, but the heat of his body soon became too much and you elbowed him in the ribs after a while. “I need to roll over,” you said. 

Limp and weak in the aftermath of his orgasm, Brenn struggled to turn over, still joined to you by his knot. Eventually it receded enough to allow him to pull out, and you moaned as you felt some of his release slide out of you, down your thighs. “Messy pup,” you scolded with a giggle. 

He nosed your back and shoulder, his tongue laving over your skin in gentle lapping movements, his big paw-like hand resting on your waist. He loved it when you called him that in private. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said in a deep rumble a moment later. 

You glanced back over that shoulder at him and saw his big, rounded ears were pinned back and his eyes had taken on a deep, dolorous cast. “Hey,” you said, rolling over and nuzzling right up against his chest. “Hey, shh,” you said, hugging him. “You were perfect, as always.”

His cock was beginning to return to its sheath now too, but he was still sensitive all over, and you reached up to fondle his particularly sensitive ear, the one with the nick missing from it.

He shuddered violently and went still, closing his eyes. “Gods I missed you,” he breathed.

You lay there together a long time before getting up and ready for the day. 

At breakfast with Violet and Ravi, Brenn was quiet, meek, and he didn’t miss the way Violet’s large brown eyes kept wandering back to him. Ravi had just corrected her gently for staring, when Brenn chuckled softly. 

“It’s ok, I know I’m funny looking,” he said in a conspiratorial whisper, which made her giggle. “You want to see something else funny looking?” he asked, and her interest was piqued instantly. She nodded. 

Brenn folded his napkin up carefully, and she watched with fascination as it became a little rabbit. He cradled it in his massive forepaws and then made the head wiggle which delighted her so much that she dropped her spoon into her yoghurt and it splashed all up her face. 

“Oh no!” Brenn said. “Will you let little bunny clean you up? Little bunny loves yoghurt…” 

Waiting for her to nod, he stood and crossed round to her side of the table, kneeling down beside her chair and using the nose of the napkin rabbit to wipe her cheek. She giggled as he made the nose wiggle, tickling her with it before he started, and when he was done Violet was clean, and Brenn had made a friend. 

Violet played with you both outside that morning in the sunshine, and then she tugged on your sleeve and begged to go and see the horses in the stable. “I want to ride,” she told Brenn seriously, “But mama won’t let me.”

He cocked his head to one side at you. “Why not?”

“Says I’m too little…”

“We don’t have a pony that would suit you,” you said. “And yes, I think you probably are a little young.” She was only four after all. 

Bren dropped to all fours. “How about you ride me til then?” he said, and Violet looked up at you with wide eyes. “Mama can stand beside you, and you can tell me where to go.”

It ended up being silly amounts of fun, even for you, and the one time she giggled so hard she slid off, Brenn reached around with his arm and caught her easily, scooping her round to his front and setting her easily onto the ground. 

She still seemed a bit in awe of him at times, but definite progress had been made. 

When a letter from Tristan’s brother, Phillip, arrived some weeks later, asking you to come to the city to discuss the finances of the family estates, your little happy bubble was pricked. Of course, you’d been running your half of the estates all the while Brenn had been there, but somehow it still felt like a holiday, a fantasy. Reality had come knocking on the door along with that message. 

“What is it?” Brenn asked, padding over to you on all fours as you sat on the patio at the back of the house, a cool lemonade in one hand and the letter in the other. You’d been feeling a lot more tired and tender than usual that week, though you brushed it off as a side-effect of Brenn’s frequent and vigorous love-making. You handed the letter to him before you remembered that he’d never learned to read, but he just laughed and said, “Tell me?”

“Sorry,” you said, setting the glass down and pinching the bridge of your nose. “Phillip, my brother in law, wants me to go to his house in the city. We manage the estates together now that Tristan’s no longer with us.”

“Oh,” he said flatly. “How… How long will you be?” 

Brenn could not go with you into the city without a muzzle, and there was no way you were ever letting one sit on his beautiful face ever again. “A week?” you said. “Hopefully less if I can get away with it.”

He nodded. 

“You can have some time with Violet though,” you said. “And it’ll be good for you and Ravi to get to know one another better too.”

He nodded again. 

“Brenn?”

“I love you,” he said, sitting down heavily on his haunches and setting his heavy head in your lap. 

You fussed his ears and leaned down to kiss the top of his head, catching the way his short, stumpy tail wagged, and giggling. “I’ll come back soon, I promise.”

“I know. I just… I want to come with you and protect you, but –”

“No, Brenn…” you said. “I couldn’t ask that of you…”

He sighed and nuzzled his cheek against your thigh. “I know. Thank you.”

You replied to Phillip that you would be leaving the very next day, and sent word by messenger fairy before packing to leave. Brenn sat quietly on your bed while you did, just watching you with his bitter coffee eyes. 

Pausing, you took his cheek in your hand and kissed him dramatically, square on his big, wet nose, which made him snuffle a laugh at you at least. 

Your journey to the city didn’t take that long. You opted to ride there, taking your now somewhat aging mare, Hima, to stretch her legs. She was far from decrepit, however, and frequently jogged on the spot with excitement until you finally let her canter for a while to take the edge off her energy. Your head groom, an unfathomably gentle minotaur named Fergus, loped along the road behind you with an easy, ground-chewing stride until he caught up with you, barely puffed. 

“Thanks for coming with me, Ferg,” you said, looking down at him from Hima’s back. 

“No’ a problem, m’lady,” he said in his thick accent, grinning back as his long, floppy blond fringe dangled into his big brown eyes. “It’s always nice ti have a change o’ scene.”

The gates of the city loomed, and a thousand memories crowded into your mind, but you pushed them aside and pressed on. Fergus headed to your town house with Hima while you walked through the streets to Phillip’s massive mansion, wanting to try and take in the city again before you got there. 

Your brother in law was as grave and serious as he always was these days. Of course, he’d been sombre before the death of his little brother, but now, he was downright dour, and somehow less than he had been before, like a light had gone out with the loss of Tristan. You missed your best friend’s freckled smile – even more when you saw it reflected in Violet’s face – and you embraced Phillip as warmly as you dared, hoping to coax some life back into him. It never worked. 

On your second afternoon at the manor house, a friend of Phillip’s, whom you’d met a number of times in the past, came to call along with his wife. Nezetta was a proud, olive-skinned woman with a ramrod-straight back and hard, black eyes, while her husband, Matteo was of a gentler disposition. His curly black hair fell wildly around his face, which was pale and smattered with freckles. A dimple dented his left cheek when he smiled, and he always seemed genuinely pleased to see you. 

He opened his arms in a warm gesture as he approached, the buttons of his elaborate coat winking in the light, before taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Always an honour, my lady,” he said. “Are you well?”

“Yes, thank you,” you smiled. “And you and Nezetta are well, I hope?”

“Yes,” he said carefully, glancing back at Nezetta. He smiled anxiously. 

“We cannot stay, unfortunately,” she said impassively. “We have another appointment that we cannot miss. However, we wished to call on you, Phillip, and pay our respects while we were in town.”

“Of course,” Phillip said, his deep voice clipped and polite as ever. “I’m glad you came.”

“So are we,” Matteo said, beaming at both of you in his easy manner. “You must come out to Netherwood at some point this summer before we return to the city for the winter, please, it would be our pleasure.”

Before they left, you promised that you would, and you also impressed upon them to come and visit you at Vineside any time they liked. How they would take the fact that you were living with a gnoll, you weren’t exactly sure, but you’d cross that bridge when you came to it.

After three days of discussions of investments and savings, planning, and projections, you and Phillip both finally agreed on how to move the estates forward together in the best and fairest way to all concerned. Once that was done, you went straight from Phillip’s house to see Florian. 

The older centaur was just closing up his medical practice in the top end of the hillside university town when he saw you and his whole face lit up. His long, floppy blond hair was tied back in a smart ponytail, and he wore a dashing shirt-and-waistcoat combination on his human torso, which you only really noticed because he flung the door of his shop open and came barrelling out to greet you with his arms wide open, laughing a great booming laugh. 

His heavy draft horse hooves clopped raucously on the flagstones of the street, drawing glances from passers by, his feathered hocks dancing with glee as he picked you up and held you tightly. “Gods above,” he chuckled, setting you down, “But it’s good to see you, girl. How are you? You look… radiant…”

You smiled back at the big, handsome centaur. “It’s good to see you too, Florian. I’m well. I’m… I’m really well. Can I come in for a bit though? I need to talk to you…”

“Oh? Sure,” he said, his thick brows going quizzical. “In a professional capacity, or as a friend?”

“Professional,” you said. “With a dose of friendship on the side please.”

“Of course. Come in.”

He locked the door and turned the practice sign to ‘closed’, ushering you into a comfortable chair and settling his massive, palomino body down on a large mat with a grunt so that his eyelevel was the same as yours. 

“How can I help?”

You huffed a laugh and then took a deep breath. “Well, where to begin…” It took you a few goes to find the right words, but eventually you told him about meeting Brenn in the woods before starting at the university, and about how you fell in love with him. You left out the part about meeting Winter, and Brenn almost dying, and eventually got to your dramatic rescue of him from the fighting pits.

The centaur shuddered at the mention of the arena, but he nodded to you to encourage you to finish your story without interruption. 

“So… he’s now living with me at Vineside, and… and I think…” your hands sank to your belly. “I think I’m carrying his child, Florian.”

“Intentionally?” he asked immediately, and you nodded emphatically. “Alright, well, how far along do you think you are?” 

“This is my first missed period,” you said without embarrassment, knowing that you were just one medical professional talking to another, rather than a woman talking to her friend about something intimately private. There was no one else you’d trust over Florian, and he had recommended the midwife who had delivered Violet. 

“Ok, well, I know why you chose to come to me,” he began, smiling. 

“Because you’re my friend, and you’re the best damn medic I know?”

“Because my main research project at the university was on mixed-species…” he said with stern kindness. 

“Not going to lie,” you said, “That may have been a deciding factor…” You cleared your throat. “So, what can I expect?”

“Gnoll pregnancies are typically a lot shorter than human’s, at around four months, so your baby should come to full term in perhaps six to six and a half months. There are very few case studies done of gnoll-human hybrids, but, as far as I know,” he said, scratching the back of his ear, “The baby looks and behaves like a gnoll to all intents and purposes. They might be a bit smaller, but gnoll blood is thick and usually wins out over any other blood it mixes with.”

“Right,” you said. 

He went on to tell you a little more about what to expect, developmentally, from the child, but it was nothing you hadn’t already learned during your own studies and subsequent practice.

“You alright?” Florian asked, adjusting his front hooves slightly as though he’d been about to stand up. 

“Yes,” you said. “I think I am. Gods, Florian, I can’t believe I’m going to have a gnoll baby with Brenn!”

“You really love him, don’t you?”

You faltered. You and Florian and Tristan had been very close, and the last thing you wanted to do was dishonour Florian’s memory of Tristan.

“It’s alright,” Florian chuckled, his laugh almost more a whinny than a laugh. “It’s alright to love him. I know you loved Tristan, if in a different kind of way.” He sniffed and added, “Come on, if there’s nothing else you wanted to ask, what say we go and get a drink somewhere near the university, for old times’ sake? Though nothing strong for you, young lady…”

Laughing, you let him pull you to your feet, and once you were both outside in the street, he turned and looked down at you. “You want a lift?” he said, nodding his head over his shoulder towards his sleek, blond back. “Like that time the three of us went drinking after your finals and you got so drunk it took me and Tristan to get you on my back so we could get you home…”

You simply shook your head and smiled. “Not my finest moment,” you added. 

“No,” he laughed. “But we love you all the same.” 

Florian sank down into the equine equivalent of a bow, and you hopped up onto his back, arranging your simple skirts – mercifully divided riding skirts rather than something fancier – and he took you off towards an old haunt to enjoy the evening together. 

Here and there the centaur dropped in a few more pieces of advice about carrying and giving birth to a gnoll pup, which you tried not to think too hard about, but mostly you reminisced about your time together in the university. Another ex-student, a faun with a mass of curly brown hair and rosy, freckled cheeks danced over to your table at one point to catch up, which was nice, but as midnight neared, you knew you should head back home. 

Florian gave you a ride back home to your town house, and then left you with the promise to come and visit you at Vineside in six months or so. You also promised to keep him updated with the pregnancy as it developed. “Thanks,” he said. “And… I’ll come out there if you need me to, alright? If anything worries you, I’ll be there.”

“You just want to suss out my gnoll, don’t you?” you giggled. 

“Someone’s gotta make sure he’s good enough for you, girl,” he chuckled. “Drink plenty of water, and eat well, you hear me?”

You nodded and crossed an ‘x’ over your heart. 

“Good. Take care.” He gave you one final hug, and then headed out of the secluded courtyard that smelled of summer jasmine, into the city beyond. 

You spent the next morning stocking up on things you’d missed from the city, and by the late afternoon, you found Fergus, and the two of you saddled up Hima together, and made your way out of the city into the lush, rolling, summer countryside. Nobody recognised you in your plain riding clothes, and you were out of the city in the space of half an hour. 

The ride back through the countryside seemed to take far longer than it had going the other way, but you forced yourself not to nudge Hima into a flat out gallop all the way. The mare was pushing eighteen now, and while she hopefully had another decade in her, all things being well, you didn’t like to push her when it wasn’t necessary. 

Fergus swiped at the grasses as he passed, plucking one seed head and sticking it between his teeth to chew on idly. You asked him what he’d got up to in your few days in the city, and he said he’d visited friends, looking so bashful that you were certain he’d visited a sweetheart, but you didn’t like to press him.

It was after seven in the evening when you got back, and when you slithered off Hima’s back, Fergus took her from you with a quiet, “Goodnight m’lady. I’ll bring your saddlebags up to the kitchen presently…” 

You thanked him profusely for coming with you, before hurrying up into the house to find Brenn and Violet.

You found Ravi lounging on the back patio steps as you crossed from the stable yard, taking the shortest route up to the house. Her beautiful black fur gleamed softly in the early evening light, and she looked up as your boots echoed on the stone steps up to the terrace. 

She murmured your name and made to get up, but you waved her to stay put. “You look so comfortable there,” you smiled, and she purred back at you. 

“Violet settle down alright?” you asked, and she nodded. 

“She went straight to bed. Make sure you pop your head in and say goodnight to her though,” she said with a very knowing smile on her face. 

“Oh?”

But Ravi refused to say more, and just flicked the tip of her black tail. You can lead a rakshasi to water, but you cannot make them swim. 

“Has she been good while I was away?” you asked. “Did she and Brenn get on alright?”

“My lady,” Ravi said with infinite patience. “I highly suggest you go and say goodnight to her. I think all your questions will be answered.”

A frown flickered across your brows, but you nodded and bid her goodnight, intrigued and only a little miffed.

The hallways inside were dark, but you knew them like the minotaur of legend knew his labyrinth, and you came out of a former servants’ staircase at the end of the corridor to Violet’s room. Pushing her door open as quietly as you could, your hand flew to your mouth as you bit back a gasp of surprise and delight. 

Violet’s room was decked out in her favourite colours of pink and lilac fabric, and her small four-poster bed was no exception. And there, in the middle of the bed, with his arm around her and a book open in his lap, was Brenn. 

He was lying on top of the covers while Violet was tucked underneath, with her cheek resting against his gently-rising chest. Brenn’s ears drooped softly, his head hung low, and his ankles were elegantly crossed, his clawed toes just touching the foot of her bed. 

You stepped silently across the room and stood just watching for a long while. Violet looked so safe, cocooned in his embrace, and he looked so soft and gentle, so loving, that your hands unconsciously went to your lower belly. He would make an excellent father. No, he already made an excellent father. 

You stroked your fingers through the fur of his cheek and he inhaled deeply, head twitching as he woke. His ears pricked forwards the moment he saw you, and the book began to slide from his grasp. You grabbed it, and he sat up, careful not to upset Violet, who – mercifully – slept like the dead. 

Brenn tucked her up, adjusting her so that she was comfortable, and then twitched his nose towards the door. You set the book down on the bedside table and followed him out into the hallway. 

Once the door had closed with a soft click, Brenn’s warm, leathery palms were on your cheeks and he was licking your lips softly the way he did when he wanted to kiss you. He couldn’t move his own lips sufficiently well to kiss you the way humans did, but this was enough. 

Then his hands slipped down to your waist and he held you tightly, lifting you easily into the air and twirling you around. “I missed you,” he breathed. 

“I can’t believe I got to see you like that just now,” you giggled, eyeing the closed door behind you. “Looks like she’s alright with you now?”

He nodded. “We’re more than alright. Turns out she likes reading to me, so I let her read me a bedtime story. She was heartbroken that I never learned to read. She’s determined to fix that, by the way.”

You hugged him. You looped your arms around his slim waist, and just hugged him. “I love you, Brenn.”

“I love you too,” he chuckled, stroking your hair. “You must be exhausted. Come and have a bath…”

“Promise you won’t distract me this time?”

“Absolutely not,” he said, a tiny, high-pitched gnoll laugh escaping his lips. 

You led the way down to your room, and he ran you a bath while you undressed. In fact, Brenn did leave you in peace while you soaked and when you had finished washing the road dust off you, you dried yourself off and slipped back out into your bedroom, wearing only your thin bathrobe. 

Brenn was out on the balcony again, staring at the grounds of the former hunting lodge as the landscape faded into the mists of twilight. He still didn’t seem to believe he was quite here and free after all the years in that awful stone cell. 

“Brenn,” you murmured as you stepped out, barefoot, to join him. 

He turned and leaned down to nuzzle you. “Hey, beautiful,” he breathed. 

“Brenn, I…” you began, and he pulled back, snuffing the air. 

“What is it? You smell… nervous?”

You laughed. “I am nervous, silly,” you laughed. 

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Calm down,” you snorted, raising your hands and laughing as his little tail bristled and all his hackles rose. “I have some news for you.”

“Oh?” his ears went back and then pricked forwards. 

“Well… Brenn…” No point beating about the bush. “You’re going to be a father.”

Brenn just stared at you, eyes wide. 

“Brenn?” you asked, reaching out and touching his chest. He seemed to have stopped breathing. 

Finally, he blinked, and rasped, “What?”

“I’m carrying your pup, you silly gnoll,” you said. 

Brenn’s knees went out from under him and he crashed forwards, his hands on your hips, his eyes fixed on your stomach. “What?” he gasped, chest suddenly heaving. “Oh… oh gods…” 

He nuzzled at your belly and nosed his way inside your bathrobe, and in no time you felt his tongue rasping over your skin as he kissed you over and over. 

His little tail wagged furiously back and forth, and then he pulled back and stared at you. “You mean it?”

“Yes, silly,” you said, and he wrapped his arms around your hips and hugged you. 

“What if I don’t make a good father?” he asked after a long time of just holding you. “I don’t know how to raise a pup. I never had the chance… I wasn’t raised in a clan – what if…?”

Your fingers stroked through his thick hair between his ears. “You’re already a great father to Violet,” you smiled. “You’re already doing a great job. Relax, breathe. You can do this. We can do this, Brenn. Together.”

He grinned, all the familiar mischief returning to his eyes in a flash. “I can still fuck you for a little bit longer though, right?” he asked, and you let loose a great guffaw of laughter, shaking your head.

“Yes, Brenn, you can knot me for another few months yet I should think.”

“Good, because…” and he glanced down between his legs where he was already fully exposed and utterly hard. 

You rolled your eyes and took him by the hand, leading him back into your chambers, leaving the doors to the balcony open for the cooling, evening breeze which rolled in off the garden and brought with it the sweet scent of summer.

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