The gnoll's grip tightens on your breast as his release comes, and he thrusts forward one last time, to the point where you feel the fur of his torso pressing against your clit. Again and again you feel his cock pulse within you, spilling out an immense load of unusually (for you) hot cum deep inside of you. With each pulse, you feel the bulge of flesh at the base of his shaft shrinking, until it has returned to normal proportions with the rest of his body.<br/><br/>For a moment, he remains mounted on top of you, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. Finally, though, he rises back up onto his knees and extracts himself from your sex, breathing heavily. Slowly, the inhuman lust leaves his eyes, and he speaks, his raspy voice surprisingly calm.<br/><br/>"I hope you are prepared for a long night, elfling..."