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Gnolls are incredibly drab and dim, if they couldn't speak a language, they'd be more akin to the beasts that follow and scavenge in the wake of their slaughter.
Slaughter, devour and breed, those are the only talents of male gnolls, talents I bare witness to frequently.
I stand back and watch in awe while they mercilessly cut through villages and settlements, razing them to nought but ruin.
Leaving little resemblance in their wake. Their bloodlust is truly unique, their ravaging of flesh is equal so, as they consume all; flesh, organ and bone alike.

A true gnoll would never share its food with another, not unless it wanted something. I didn't get my scraps of flesh unless I proved to them that I was worth it.
Prove myself, I certainly did, for after the slaughter, I would visit every male, I would take every male into my embrace, into my body.
Their bloodlust like their hunger was insatiable. But their lust, I could sate that for them. I started when the cackle was recovering with only twenty males to sate, but as it grew in size, my body had to accommodate. At its peak, I satisfied over fifty gnolls in a single night. They left me pained and sore but ready to sate them again the next night.
I unknowingly conditioned my body to become aroused by their slaughter for their slaughter meant food to eat and men to sate.

The men dwarfed me in size, a single hand could encompass my head, I was always at their mercy, but I never once feared, for my demon lord watched over me.
Through his will and the Matriarch's command, I was spared as their most devoted and willing servant.
My womb was ravaged by the gnolls and I was ordered to breed until I conceived. Only then, was I off limits to the men, at least, my womb was off limits.