<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/56/a8/a856a822a7ac9fc1da18b6c312c1ae94.jpg)</div><strong>"Lorelei!  I'll get to-"</strong>comes a shout of Lynn's voice before it is cut off by sounds of combat, wrestling, and gnoll snarls and yelps.  It seems she's taken the upper hand, but is requiring her attention to keep it.  The sight of the gnoll being pummeled and hit would perhaps be a small consolation to Lorelei if she weren't absolutely face to face with a plump gnollish cock.<br/><br/>Caught beneath the weight of Big Jeg, Lorelei is doing an excellent job of slowing things down.  The gnolls are all instinct and viciousness, direct and hungry, but her disarming speech (and frankly her beautiful visage) have them ready to listen.  Especially given that Lorelei's breath teases against the full, hardened member of Skull-Head's cock and every movement rubs fair pale backside against Big Jeg's Big Peg.  As she moves to prop herself up a bit higher, Jeg reaches around and firmly graps one of her tits, squeezing it to hold her in place.  His breath is speeding up with each wiggle, relaxing a bit as she seems to be assenting and fighting him less.<br/><br/>Skull-Head reaches down and takes hold of her hair with one of his claws, bringing her face up towards him as she looks over her shoulder to Big Jeg, the full dick rubbing against her cheek.  "Good catch with a good mouth on you," he barks out with a dark glare for Big Jeg.  "Jeg knows his place.  That is what a pack is, human bitch."  His lips pull back in a wide toothy hyena grin, releasing Lorelei to let her shift and move around, a wet stain of precum at her lower back from Big Jeg's rubbing.<br/><br/>As she sets herself up with her ass up to Skull-Head, the leader gives a hoot of appreciation.  One of his paws reaches down, a thick finger rubbing between her legs drawing up along her sex.  "Wait your turn, Jeg.  Sit," he growls out with a nod of his skull-helmet.  The fat, thick dick rubs between Lorelei's legs, moving slowly up her inner thigh.<br/><br/>Big Jeg isn't a thinker, not really.  He's big and fast enough to not have to be and that suits him fine.  But he can listen to weigh things out, listening through as he slowly lowers his grip on Lorelei, letting her move herself around.  "Jeg did all the work," he grumbles softly to himself, looking down at Lorelei as she moves her face about to face him and sticks her ass up for mating.  "Jeg should get prize."  His muzzle scrunches up in irritation and he looks down at Lorelei seriously, "Jeg still gets his turn."  He grabs a firm hold of a handful of her hair, pulls her in close, jamming her face right up against his crotch, and with the other hand reaches forward and slams a huge fist into Skull-Head's face.<br/><br/>The effect is instantaneous, Skull-Head crumples under the blow of the larger (if less tactically minded) gnoll.<br/><br/>"Good.  Jeg Chief now."