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The Hellhound: Part Two
🕑 Added 2022-05-08 19:01:01 +0000 UTC
You wake up and feel his arms tighten around you, pulling your closer to his chest as he feels your stir and move in bed. You shift slightly, taking his leg between yours and tangling them together. You feel his tongue on the back of your neck and you let a soft sigh loose.
“Not now,” you murmur. “Can’t we just enjoy this?”
He growls, nosing the back of your neck and nipping your shoulder. “You don’t have work today, why not?”
You roll over so you’re facing him, his pitch black body and sharp features making him nearly fade into the darkness. “Then we have all day for that.” You rest your head on his chest and his hand pets up you back.
Your Hellhound had settled into life with you quite well. Sure he complained and sniffed, often chastising you for keeping him around, but he would never leave even if you did take the collar off.
You both almost work together, your job at the nursing home often crossed into his line of work, taking souls and harboring them from one world to the next. You had once thought he was a normal dog, but you quickly learned he was something otherworldly.
His hand palmed your rear and you whined warningly. “I told you no, bad dog.” You pull away from him and nestle at the edge of the bed, facing away from him.
“I was just touching!” He snarls as he grabs you back.
You cling to the edge of the bed as he tries to yank you back into his arms, you giggle and playfully kick.
“I see how things are!” He snarls as he sits up and grabs you, pulling you up and forcing you into the bed where he pins you down and falls on top of you.
You’re laughing and gasping as he playfully bites you. His knees pinning down your legs and his hands holding your arms above your head. His biting turns into kisses and soon you’re moaning in pleasure as his long tongue laps down your body.
“Stop that,” you moan. “Bad dog.”
“Bad dogs don’t listen,” he growls at you. “I’ve been hard all night with your ass rubbing against me. I want to taste you.”
You manage to yank a foot free and press it to his face. “I said no.”
He huffs, “you’re wet,” his fingers touch the front of your panties.
“I want food first, then maybe later.”
He glares at you as he sits up in bed. “Maybe later?” He scoffs.
You smile at him, kissing him lovingly. “I love you.”
He snarls and bites your lip, touching your face and pushing back the bedhead. “Like I care,” he huffs.
You laugh and kiss him again, “I’ll start breakfast if you want to make the coffee,” you say as you get out of bed. You stretch and look at him, he’s still in bed staring at you as you stretch. You’re only in a t-shirt and underwear, something he’s state before he enjoys the view of.
“Don’t be lazy,” you say.
“You intend to torture me today,” he gripes as he gets up. He never wears clothes but you’ve made him at least were pajama bottoms at home, which he grudgingly puts on now. “My dick can only grow so hard woman.”
“You’re a big enough boy for your wants not to hurt you,” you say as you go to the kitchen.
“Hey, if I have to wear pants then so do you!” He scolds after you.
“It’s my day off, I intend to not wear pants at all today,” you say as you take down the pancake mix from the top shelf.
He grips your hips and grinds your ass against his front. “If you don’t intend to wear pants then get back in bed with me,” he whispers into your ear.
You elbow him in the stomach. “Please make my coffee or I really will get mad.”
He snarls and mumbles under his breath, doing as you tell him despite his attitude. You make breakfast, pancakes and bacon, lots of bacon. You fry up some eggs and then you feel a hot cup pressed against your cheek.
“Your fucking coffee, my damn lady,” he kisses your cheek where it’s hot and you smirk at him.
“Thank you, fucking dog,” you meet his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing close against him. You feel him try to restrain himself, his body going tense as he tries to obey the edict you’ve laid down. But you’re making it hard, in several ways.
You pull back and pet down his chest. “Eat everything on your plate,” you whisper to him. “I want you full of energy.”
He smirks wickedly. “I should’ve known,” he kisses you, soft and loving. “Fuck I love you so much.”
Your heart hammers, he rarely says it, so when he does you try to savor it as long as you can, cussing and all. You scratch under his chin, stealing another long kiss before you have to make sure the bacon isn’t burning. After that’s done you fry the pancakes in the grease and you deliver his plate to the table.
He eats all the bacon first, ignoring the eggs and pancakes. He looks disappointed as he eats the pancakes, and you know it’s because he ate his favorite part too fast too soon. You smile was you watch him, admiring how lovely he is and how dopey his expressions are despite his regal appearance. He can be crass, but the air he carries is nothing if not dignified.
He licks his plates clean and shows it to you. “Ok I’m done.” He looks at you expectantly as you sip your coffee.
“Give me a minute. I’m too full for humping.” You stand up and clear the table, setting dirty dishes in the sink. He comes up behind you again, groping your chest and grinding himself against your thigh. “Babe,” you whimper, “bad boy.”
“All I want to do it touch you,” he whispers seductively into your ear. “My arms feel empty when you aren’t in them.”
He’s normally never this sweet or romantic. You feel like you’re melting in his touch.
“When I watch you sleep and feel your warmth against me I can’t help but desire you in every sense, you dumbass mortal.” He kisses your neck and shoulder, his hands holding your waist now.
You turn around and kiss him and he makes a face, pulling away. “You taste fucking awful,” you bust out laughing. “Go brush your teeth, my god I need tolick my nuts to get that taste out.”
“Gross!” You pop his arm as you make your way to the bathroom. You brush your teeth and comb out your hair a little, applying some moisturizer to your face before leaving to find him. He’s in the kitchen, washing the dishes for you.
You wrap your arms around his waist and cuddle ot his back, kissing him as you pet your hands down his chest and over the front of the pajama bottoms. You feel his hard girth and stroke it, rubbing it through the fabric as his breath hitches. You reach inside, touching him directly and stroking him as you lick and bite his back.
“Fuck,” he snarls, turning around and kissing you.
You rub him against your soft thigh, his hands tugging up your shirt and touching your skin, your chest. “Please,” he begs with a pitiful whimper. “Don’t make me beg.”
“You’re a good boy, you don’t have to,” you both run back to the bedroom and he tackles you, pinning you down on the bed as he bites your panties and rips them away.
“I liked those,” you pout until he buries himself between your thighs. You grunt as he licks and teases, burying his tongue inside before he slips his fingers in place, his tongue lapping over your clit.
“Don’t worry,” he kisses your thigh and belly, “you won’t need them.”
You grip the back of his head, watching him as he touches and kisses you. His eyes flick up, meeting your own. He stills for a moment and crawls up, his fingers still inside you as he kisses and pets your face. You hold onto him dearly, rocking your hips to his touch and moaning into his mouth as you feel him hit that sweet spot inside that makes your legs shake. Soon your holding him too strongly and your legs spasm as he brings you to release.
He chuckles and kisses you, licking down your body as his tongue laps over your pink folds. “Don’t get comfy just yet.”
“Mnh,” you grunt, propping yourself up on your elbows. “How can I possibly get comfy with you?”
He chuckles and stands up, curling his fingers in as he beckons you close. “Come here.”
You crawl towards him and he scoops you off the bed, carrying you and placing your back against the wall and you knees over his elbows. You feel him slip into place, his cock pressing at your entrance until he arches his hips and plants himself firmly in place.
You grunt softly as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he slowly begins to move. You hold onto him, kissing his neck and shoulder as he moves slowly, rhythmically.
This is different than all the times before, you realize. This isn’t just sex, he’s making love to you. You whimper, feeling him throbbing inside. “I love you,” you whimper into his ear. “I’m so happy.”
He nuzzles more, pushing a little harder, a little faster.
“You’re so beautiful and amazing,” you whisper, “please, don’t ever leave me.”
He lifts his head and meets your gaze, thrusting harder and deeper as he does. “Don’t you ever leave me,” he snarls at you. “You’re beautiful…and I can’t live without you.”
You kiss him passionately, moaning softly as his knot begins to push inside you. This has become your favorite part, feeling the thickest of him stretch you open and lock firmly in place inside you. He stills and you both breathe together, panting and holding on to one another tight.
“If I move, I’ll burst,” he grunts.
You nod, kissing him and sucking on his neck. He begins to move slowly again, fitting so tightly in place each thrust is precise and hard. You moan and press closer to him, kissing him as you feel the heat quicken in your belly as he brings you to the edge again. You gasp against his lips and cry out, shaking as he suddenly moves faster and harder, snarling and grunting until he howls out, throbbing and releasing inside you.
You tremble in his arms, face buried in his shoulder. He feels hot and thick inside you, his cum stuffing you full. He carries you back to the bed, laying down so he’s on top of you and panting hard.
“Mm,” you sigh, satisfied and happy. You rub his ears and scratch behind them, feeling him snuggle to you.
He slowly pulls out and you clench yourself tight as you try to keep his seed inside you. He crawls up beside you, holding you to his chest like that morning, kissing your neck and shoulder as he pets your hair.
“I need a shower now,” you yawn, stretching and snuggling in.
“Yeah, you stink,” he licks your neck and laughs softly. “You smell like a dog.”
You reach up and playfully pop his cheek, “I wonder why.” You feel his hand pet to your belly and rest there.
“Did you really mean it?” His voice is low and quiet. “That you never want me to leave?”
You pet his hand and arm. “Can you really not live without me?”
He shakes his head, “no…I honestly can’t anymore.”
“I can’t either,” you turn and look at him, his soft puppy eyes making you melt. “I’m never letting you go,” you whisper.
