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Monster March: Cerin the Hellhound
🕑 Added 2023-03-08 19:00:03 +0000 UTCFemale Reader x Male Monster
Recently, you’ve moved to a new town. It’s small and quiet, the biggest building there happens to be the assisted living center for seniors. You like it well enough, homes there were cheap so you were able to get a small house near the woods. You’re still unpacking and there are boxes everywhere, you don’t know how you had so much stuff until you moved.
Your service dog, Mimi, has been adjusting well. She likes having nature so nearby, but you can still tell she’s on alert for you. The first couple of nights when you first moved in were hard. Mimi had to wake you up several times. Then again, the stress of moving would get to anybody, so you tried hard not to worry about it.
Your neighbor, you noticed, has a big black dog, sometimes you see him stalking about the assisted living center, sniffing around. You wonder how she can just let her dog run loose like that. Then you found out she worked there so you figured he just followed her everywhere. Her husband is a strange guy too but you barely see him. You caught him one night in his backyard as he was taking out the garbage and he jumped when he saw you.
One day, you see a big black dog in your backyard. You think it’s your neighbors, but this one is slightly different. Your neighbor’s dog is pointy and sharp looking, this one is a little furrier. It has a fluffy chest and it’s ears flop at the tip. Its big black eyes gaze at you for the longest time and Mini whines softly, nudging your palm and sitting down beside you.
Your neighbor comes outside, or well, her strange husband. He sees the dog too and you hear him grumble something under his breath.
“Did you get a new dog?” You ask.
“No,” he turns and looks at you and for a moment you think his eyes are red. “Never seen that dog before in my life.”
The black dog whines and he takes a few steps forward.
Your neighbor goes to him and huffs. “I’ll take care of this. You go back inside.” He guides the new dog into his house without another word.
“He’s good with animals,” you murmur to yourself as you go back inside.
The next morning, you wake up and find the new black dog on your porch. He has a collar, so you figure your neighbors have taken him in to go with their other dog. You see a name tag and the name Cerin carved on it. He sits up and wags his tail excitedly when he sees you staring through the window.
Your neighbor’s other dog never comes into your yard, let alone falls asleep on your porch. Cerin though makes himself at home. He becomes like a stone gargoyle on your porch, a sort of guarding and ever-present figure. He doesn’t bother Mimi, in fact, Mimi doesn’t really pay him much attention other than a sniff here and there.
One night as you’re taking out your garbage, both Mimi and Cerin are at your side. Cerin turns and you look up, seeing your neighbor as he does the same.
“Is that asshole bothering you?” He asks, motioning to Cerin.
Cerin whines and you glance down at him. “No, he’s been fine.” You reach down and rub the top of his head and behind his ears like he likes. “Cerin has been a perfect gentleman.”
Your neighbor huffs. “Don’t let him fool you. The moment he acts up, you tell me.”
Cerin huffs and snorts, stomping his front feet.
“See what I mean?” Your neighbor walks back inside.
You rub the top of Cerin’s head again. “You’re a good boy. Don’t worry.”
One night, you have a strange dream. Not the usual ones you have where you’re cowering and there is screaming. You’re standing on your back porch and looking towards the woods. You hear rustling and moving, the trees part and a man steps out of the shadows. You gasp but you don’t feel fear.
The man is tall and has long curly hair that looks like black, fluffy whipped cream. His face isn’t human, instead, it’s dog shaped. Sharp teeth peek out and his eyes glow red. You stare at him, trying to wonder how he is pieced together so strangely yet so beautiful. He looks strong yet elegant.
He holds a hand out to you and you take it. His grip is warm and you feel safe with him. You step into his arms and lay your head on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat and you heari the blaring of an alarm,
What?
You gasp as you wake up then grumble angrily that your alarm clock woke you from the first nice dream you’ve had in…well…ages. You shut off the clock and flop back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. You can still remember the touch of his hand as it squeezes your palm. You smile, holding your hand to your chest as you savor the feeling.
The next night, you dream about him again. This time, your dream starts where the previous one ended. Your head is on his chest and he’s stroking your hair. You gaze up at him, seeing his red eyes flicker for a moment. You reach up, touching his muzzle. He leans into your touch and he dips his head. He makes you rub the top of his head and behind each ear. He butts his head against your chest, grunting and sighing as you pet him.
“Who are you?” You ask.
He lifts his head again, gazing deep into your eyes. “I’m a guardian,” he whispers into your ear. His voice is deep and gravely, very masculine and powerful. It would be the kind of voice that had you scared shitless but he didn’t scare you, not one bit.
You touch his chest and smile at him. “Like Mimi?”
“Sort of, only I chose you.” He nuzzles to your cheek then wraps his arms around you again.
You wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring through his chest again and you huff, cursing under your breath as you get up. Mimi is by your bed, wagging her tail anxiously as you stand up.
You smile at her, “are you happy you haven’t had to wake me up recently?” You give her a gentle pet. “Are you happy my alarm went off?”
She stands to attention and follows you to the bathroom as you brush your teeth. You go into the kitchen to start breakfast when you see Cerin at your door. He’s standing there, gazing hard out into the woods. Mimi then growls and you’re shocked, Mimi never growls. She turns and nudges you as if trying to lead you out of the kitchen.
“Mimi what are you-” Cerin then barks, loud and angry and you look out the glass, seeing someone in your backyard. You duck, hiding in the next room with Mimi who leans herself against you.
Cerin continues to bark, loud and angry. You hear someone’s voice, but Cerin’s barking blocks it out. Mimi leaves for a moment then returns with your cell phone, placing it in your lap. With shaky hands, you hit the emergency button to call 911.
The dispatcher stays with you until the police come, Cerin and your neighbor’s other dog have the trespasser corner. You’re horrified to find it’s your ex. The man who caused you to move in the first place. He stalked you and tormented you, he made your life a living hell. He had never been caught and yet Cerin had. You broke down crying on your neighbors later, thanking them for their dogs. You could never repay your gratitude to them, they had finally given you some peace of mind in this world. Your abuser was finally behind bars where he belonged.
That evening, after everything has calmed down, your heart is still racing. You can feel a panic coming on so Mimi is laid in your lap. Her weight is a massive comfort to you. Mimi then stands up and goes to the door, pawing at it. You see Cerin outside, so you get up to let him in. You wrap your arms around him, whispering thank yours to him.
“I’m your guardian after all,” he says. His voice deep and gravely.
You gasp, pulling back to see the strange man from your dreams sitting before you. He nuzzles to your cheek and picks you up off the ground. Mimi happily wags her tail and watches you lovingly as Cerin carries you to bed. He lays you down, tucking you in.
You gaze up in awe at him. “Am I dreaming?”
He sits down beside you, petting your hair away from your face. “Nope.”
You take his hand and kiss his palm and wrist. “You saved me.”
“Mimi asked me to.”
You glance down, seeing Mimi’s big brown eyes at the foot of the bed. “She did? How?”
“She knows she’s not young anymore and that even if you had moved you were still in danger. She asked my brother for help.”
You furrow your brow. “Your brother?”
He nods his head to the window facing your neighbor’s house. “The jackass.”
It then clicks. “The pointy dog?” You gasp. “They’re the same person!”
Cerin chuckles. “He guards the souls at the senior center,” he replies. “He asked me to come answer Mimi’s call to help.”
You grow somber for a moment. “Then…does that mean you have to go now?”
He dips down, kissing your forehead. “Not until Mimi tells me to go and I doubt she will.” He pulls the blanket up over you. “Get some sleep. We can finish this discussion in the morning.” He stands and turns off the lamp. You grab his hand.
“Stay,” you whimper. “Please?”
He glances back at you, his eyes glowing red. He sighs, easing down onto the bed beside you. You curl up close to him, clinging to him like a needy child. You feel safe and warm, it’s been so long since you’ve had that peace. You fall asleep quickly and deeply. It’s the first night you have no dreams and you wake before your alarm.
You feel Cerin’s arms tighten around you. His palms rubbing down your back. He dips his head and rubs against your breasts. His tail wags, thudding against the side of the bed.
“You awake?” You rub behind his ears and you hear him groan.
“Mhm,” he grumbles. His hand rubs your hip, his fingers kneading.
You moan softly, his touch feels good, needed. You’ve been touched starved for so long, unable to trust anyone to hold you or comfort you.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs.
You whimper softly, a few tears splashing down your cheeks.
He brushes them away and kisses you, his lips are soft and warm and you gasp at how good it feels. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him on top of you. He growls as you hook your leg around his thigh.
“Are you certain about this?” He touches your cheek, wiping away the rest of your tears. “I’ll do whatever it is you want of me but I will not force anything.”
You smile up at him. “Touch me,” you whisper. “I need it.”
He huffs, dipping down to kiss you as his hands roam up your thighs to your belly. His strong fingers go under your shirt and stroke your ribs. You sigh, arching your back to feel more. His lips drag down your neck, placing small loving kisses on your shoulders. He lifts your shirt and kisses each breast, slow and lingering, worshipping each peak.
“Is this ok?” He asks. “Are you comfortable?”
You nod, rubbing behind his ears as he dips to kiss each breast again. His tongue darts out, lapping at them and taking a nipple to suck. You whimper, gasping for breath at how good he feels.
“Cerin,” you mewl.
He lifts his head, drooling slightly. “Yes?” He looks concerned and seeking approval.
You smile and reach down, feeling the tip of his cock begin to poke out from the sheath. You stroke and rub, feeling his precum ooze into your palm. You watch his expression, seeing him melt from helpless to needy. His tongue lolls out and he pants as his cock grows and rubs against your palm.
“Big boy.” You grasp him, stroking his length.
He grunts and whines, his tail wagging hard.
“I want it,” you whisper to him and his body goes tense. You wiggle from your pajama bottoms and lay bare beneath him. You stroke his sides and run your fingers through the curly fluffy on his chest. “Please Cerin, love me.”
“I do,” he whines, kissing you hungrily. “I will.”
You press your palm to his chest. “Lay down?”
He nods, obeying your command. He lays on his back and places his arms over his head. You kneel beside him, petting his chest and belly, planting kiss all over him. You stroke his cock, seeing how thick and hard he is. The shaft is bright red and the tip is flat and pointed. At the base, there is a thick knot that’s darker in color. You kiss the tip, slowly circling your tongue around it. Cerin grunts and whimpers, his hips bucking the more you lick.
Your tongue glides down the shaft and you look into his eyes, meeting his lidded gaze as you take him into your mouth. He moans loudly, trembling as he tries to keep still for you. You enjoy this feeling, having this power over him. You feel safe with him even enough to do this. He’s vulnerable to you, completely open. It’s a good feeling.
You lift up again gasping for breath. His precum has coated your tongue and his taste is sweet and tart. You then sit up, straddling his hips and slowly guiding him to your entrance.
Cerin whimpers. “Are you sure?” His warm hands grip your hips. His fingers knead and rub, helping you to relax as you guide him to your most vulnerable spot.
Your sticky nectar drips down along his tip. “I am,” you whisper as you slowly ease down on him. You spear yourself over him and he stretches you. It doesn’t hurt at all as he stretches you and you easily take all of him, sitting on his hips for a moment. You grind him inside you, slowly getting used to the sensation of being stuffed. You then start to bounce, your rear clapping against his thighs. He reaches up, stroking your body and admiring you. His eyes are glazed and elated, his soft moans reassure you. You bounce harder and he bucks from below to meet your movements. You cry out, shuddering as you feel yourself begin to topple over. You plant your palms firmly on his chest as your thighs start to tremble. You squeeze around him and cry out loudly as your body erupts in heat and electricity. Your voice chokes off and you squeeze your eyes shut tight. You still for a moment, heaving and gasping.
His hands bring you back to reality, stroking you and petting you. You open your eyes, gazing into his calm expression.
“Good?” He licks his chops.
You nod, still breathless.
He smirks, easily rolling you onto the bed and taking the spot on top of you. “Is this ok?” He asks.
You nod again, looping your legs around him. “I’m ready, Cerin,” you whisper.
He kisses you, slowly moving his hips. He moans, trembling. You feel his knot press for entrance. You sigh, gasping as he begins to press it inside. You’re still sensitive and recovering from the last orgasm. As the knot pushes inside you grip tight onto him, groaning loudly as your nerves are electrified again.
Cerin grunts, moaning as he locks into place. He strokes your cheek, making you look into his eyes. “Still good?”
“Very,” you pant. You squeeze around him and grunt. “So good.”
He smirks, kissing you as he grinds inside you, his knot hitting right against the sweet spot. You feel like you’ve had no time to recover between orgasms. Your body is weak and raw, susceptible to even his smallest kisses. He’s turning you into a puddle. Soon, you feel him quake, his grunts and movements turn hectic and heated. He snarls, tensing as he releases inside you. His knot keeps his seed locked in place, not a single drop spilling.
You whimper, finally collapsing into the bed, spent and sated.
He lays on top of you, his weight and warmth a welcome sensation. You both lay still for a long while until your alarm starts going off.
You growl in irritation as it takes you from the wonderful daze you’re soaking in. Cerin smacks the alarm, turning it off.
“Fucking thing,” he growls and kisses your cheek.
You hug him tight, meeting his kiss. “How do you feel?” You purr.
“I’m in heaven,” he smirks. You still feel him inside you and he slips out. His knot coming out with a pop. “You?”
You sigh, “same.”
He kisses your cheek and stands up. “I’ll get you a shower started.”
You giggle, watching him go into the bathroom and admiring his tail as it swishes back and forth behind him. Mimi struts in from the kitchen and lays her head on the edge of the bed. You pet her, thanking her for bringing Cerin.
Cerin comes back, helping you to your feet. He steps into the shower with you. He scrubs your back and washes your hair. His claws knead your scalp just right and you begin to melt again from his touch.
“Please master, love me?” he whispers into your ear.
You turn around, touching his cheek and you smile. “I will.” You kiss him. “I do.”
