Celie took a deep breath. "Gnoll packs usually have a leader. An Alpha male or female....many gnoll societies are matriarchal. These leaders have the right to mate with anyone they wish. And they usually do."<br/><br/>She shook her head. "No...I have no mate. No one has claimed me...and I have claimed none myself." She looked into Alise's eyes, the pulled the cloak aside again. Her cock was still rock hard. Maybe the girl was curious.<br/><br/>Celie put her hand on her shaft. It was thick, her fingers not reaching around it entirely. Then she slowly started stroking herself. Long strokes, with a slight circular motion. Her balls were smooth and heavy and large. Drops of precum dripping down the tip and over her hand.<br/><br/>She looked at Alise again. A wildness growing in her own eyes. A wild lust, expressed in a deep animalistic growl. Celie looked at Alise as if she would jump the aasimar any second...ravaging her violently. But she didn't. She kept stroking that thick, hard cock.