prettyfunkyunorganized:

Wanted to try something a little different 😀

This is set in a modern AU where creatures and humans live together in the same world, populate the same cities, and all can work a multitude of trades. Many species get along. Many don’t. Magic is a part of the world as well, but it’s a fragile, fickle thing these days. The monster here is my own take on a hellhound. This is my first time writing anything about a monster or writing smut, so hopefully, it’s still readable. I’m thinking about a part 2 and maybe 3, too if you guys like this 🙂 I get carried away too easy, peeps! 

Lots of set up before the smut, but its there, I promise. 6,000 ish words with a break. Got carried away, as usual. 

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When the opportunity arose to move into your great aunt’s old home and out of your apartment in the city, you had packed everything up in three days. No more shared bathrooms, no more waiting for the washer to be available, no more lazy people leaving your pans covered in gunk. No more roommates! You were thrilled. After plopping your last rent check in the mail, you hopped in your car and started the long drive across two states.

It was late in the evening by the time you arrived at the new homestead, and you were sore all over. And you had to pee. Darting to the door, you whipped out your key and slipped it into the lock, dancing just a little. The keychain in the shape of an old flip phone made you smile. Ol’ Auntie Margo, the picture of modernity. Except not at all. Pushing the funny memories aside, you run into the bathroom and pray that there is toilet paper left inside.

The gods are kind tonight, and there’s half a roll of TP ready for you, but as you finish and wash your hands, you hear a noise from upstairs that makes you warry. You grab your phone from your pocket and flip on the flashlight. The house is sparsely furnished with only the ceiling lamps to light your path, and only half of those seem to be working. Your heart raced as you crept up the steps, but the puffy orange carpet under your feet made you silent, which gave you a bit of confidence. You had the drop on them, whatever they were.

‘Upper floor’ was a generous term for this part of the house. In all honesty, it was just a tiny landing and a small bedroom – that’s it, meaning there was only one place that thudding could have come from. Your teeth sunk deep into your lower lip and you slowly opened the door wide open, giving yourself enough space to run if need be. You didn’t see anything, but you hadn’t found the courage to turn on the overhead light yet. Shaking, you cast your cell’s flashlight into the room, sweeping from one side to the other. Still nothing. Then something twitched in the corner of your eye, making you freeze in fear. Slowly, very slowly, you turned to check the corner to your left. The corner closest to you. As soon as the light hit the shadows, a large figure cringed, and you let out an involuntary whimper as you cowered. A pair of brightly glowing yellow eyes were suddenly glaring at you for a split second before the entire creature hopped onto its four feet and grew twice as large before your eyes, barring stained teeth at you and snarling so loud your eardrums trembled. You backtracked into the hall and pulled your arms close to your chest, ready for an attack, but instead, there was a rush of air and the quick thumping of large feet sprinting down the stairs and out the front door you had accidentally left ajar.

It took a long time for you to catch your breath, and you were still rasping when you finally looked up, but you were alive. Not a scratch on you. In a frenzy, you ran to your car, grabbed your purse and the box of necessities, and holed yourself up in the living room on the lumpy couch. All the doors were locked and the windows too, but you didn’t feel safe. A hellhound had been camping out in your Aunt Margo’s house! And now, this was the only place you had to live. You hardly slept that night, huddled under a worn knit blanket with nothing but old house creaks and terrifying thoughts to occupy your mind.

You unloaded your car the next morning under the sun’s protective rays and slowly began to calm down. When you were little and staying in this house, people had warned you about the many species that lived in the nearby woods. The stores used to give you nightmares until your auntie soothed you with a mug of tea and some calming words, “This world is full of all sorts of beings, my dear. Some are big, some are small. Some have claws and horns, some have scales and gills. But all of them, all of them, deserve a chance and an open mind. Just like humans, you shouldn’t be scared of anyone until you’ve gotten to know them.”

Sure, Aunt Margo was probably talking about the grumpy sphinx that used to work at the local diner and not a hellhound, but still, you felt a little bad for assuming the giant beast would attack you on sight based solely on rumors. After all, your best friend from school was a very chill satyr who had never once made a sexual advance toward you after you told him you weren’t interested. You should know better than to stereotype.

Nonetheless, you still saved unpacking your bedroom for last, and it was nearly dark by the time you finally got around to walking into that room again. This time you noticed the smell. Evidently, that hellhound had been here a while – long enough to let its heavy scent permeate the walls. But at least it wasn’t unpleasant. Something about the smell of freshly cut cedar, early morning rain, and wet moss had you taking in deep sighs. There was a musk that hung in the air that could only be described as masculine, and it sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. You wandered over to the corner from the previous night and found the epicenter of the fragrance. It probably slept here, next to the closet. You curiously slid open the storage space and reeled back as you found a pile of books, papers, and toothmark riddled trinkets stashed away. You couldn’t help but smile at the gnawed on baseball bat. It looked like it came right from someone’s backyard. After a few moments of consideration, you grabbed an empty box from the hall and piled all the hellhound’s odds and ends inside. You didn’t know much about their kind, but you had heard they were intelligent, so you wrote a short note and taped it to the front box before putting it on the stone path that lead to the county road:

‘Here’s your stuff. Sorry if I scared you the other night, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. Hope there’s no hard feelings. None on my end.’

You kept checking to see if the box had moved until the sun had completely set and your new home was covered in darkness. It was still there, and you were oddly disappointed. Oh well, at least tonight you had a TV with a few old movies to keep you entertained. You had to go buy a mattress tomorrow. This couch was dreadful.

As you munched on granola bar the next morning and stared out the window, something caught your eye. The hellhound’s stuff was gone! And the little red flag on your mailbox was pointed upward. You threw on a coat and raced to the small metal container. ‘Thanks,’ was all the response said, but you were grinning like a doofus. He’d written back, and for some reason you were ecstatic. Probably because it was such a rare thing to meet this particular species, you told yourself.

A few days passed busily as you started to personalize your little forest hut with wall decorations and cheap, secondhand furniture. During the daytime, you would work on the house, and at night you would relax and reminisce about all the happy memories this place brought flooding back to you. It was becoming a nice little routine, even the part where you wondered about the hellhound, but soon your idle thoughts turned to worry. It was getting cold fast, and there would likely be rain the next few days with a chance of freezing rain. That stuff could be deadly out here, so you decided to write another note and plop it in the mail:

‘I don’t know if you’re still out there, but if you get cold, you can stay here. I don’t want you getting frostbite or something just because I came around. If you don’t want to be in the same place as me, there’s always the gardening shed. It’s insulated and up for grabs if you need it.’

You flipped the flag up and headed back in as lightning flashed in the distance. The first night was pretty frigid, but the next night was much, much worse. You were so thankful for the fireplace and hot food, not to mention the functioning internet, but as you paused you show to grab a refill, a strange noise caught your attention, and you stood still, listening intently.

It was a whimper followed by scratching. Something clicked in your mind, and you clumsily darted outside. The hellhound was standing there, long tail between its legs, trying to get into the shack beside your home.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly as you approached, “I didn’t even think to check if it were locked.” It eyed you worriedly, but let you come closer, making a pitiful sound as you tried to open the door. The key in your hand just wouldn’t work, no matter how you twisted and shoved. After a minute, the old piece of metal just snapped, leaving the key lodged in the lock.

You let out a disgusted noise and frowned at the door before looking to your companion. It looked right back with those big eyes. They were softer now, a shade of deep red and glowing much less brightly. Less threateningly. “Come on,” you say nodding toward the house, “you can come inside for now.” The hairy creature took a step away from you and its ears drooped. “It’s okay,” you assured it. “I promise I won’t hurt you. You can’t stay out here, you’ll be buried in ice!”

It continued to look about as if trying to find another option, but once a particularly nasty wind gust came up, the beast leaped to your side, and the two of you ran back to the safety of your living room. You slammed the door behind you with a huff and tried to warm your hands. The hellhound was still shaking, cold had likely settled into its bones. You grabbed a nearby old blanket and draped the cloth over its pitch black fur, rubbing it all over in an attempt to heat it up. When you finally looked back into its face, the eyes staring back at you were wide with surprise, and you had to stifle a laugh.

“Sorry,” you sputtered. “Just trying to help. Should I not have? Was that rude? I didn’t mean to treat you like a regular dog or anything, you just looked like you were about to keel over.”

It blinked at you a few times before bumping its nose into your hand as a signal to continue. Your hands moved more slowly, respectfully this time.

“Better,” you ask, standing back up. It nods. “Good. Why don’t we go sit by the fire?”

Grabbing a few more blankets on the way – you’d always had a weakness for them, and had amassed quite the collection – you led your houseguest to the old stove and sat on the floor. It sat beside you. You wrapped a massive piece of fleece around your shoulders and offered a thick quilt to the hellhound.

“Do you want it around you, or on the floor so you can lay on it,” you ask. It takes a few steps to the side so you can lay the cloth beside you. After making a few circles on the impromptu bed, it lays down and crosses its paws in an endearing way. The two of you sit in silence, and the feeling begins to return to your tingling toes.

“Why did you let me in,” a low voice rumbles after a few peaceful moments. You jolt, and your heart is suddenly pumping twice as fast. It chuckles. “Have I finally frightened you? Took long enough.”

“I, uh,” you stammer, “I didn’t know you could speak.”

“My kind does not usually spend enough time around humans to warrant speaking,” it says turning to you. “Most of the time one of us is running from the other in a panic.”

“Sounds about right,” you agree. Hellhounds were one of the least known species in the world and were rarely seen interacting with other beings.

“So, I ask again,” it says in that powerful tone, “why did you offer me refuge?”

You shrug and flush, “I don’t know, it just seemed like the right thing to do. I was always taught to be kind, no matter what I ran into.”

“How … refreshing,” it said, sounding amused. “Although, I’m rather surprised you’re not dead yet with that attitude.”

You laugh, “Well, I don’t really go looking for trouble, so that helps. I’m pretty much a homebody that prefers to keep to myself, so that’s pretty safe.”

It snorts and lays its head down. “True enough, my strange little woman, true enough.”

“Why did you trust me enough to come inside,” you question tentatively.

The dark beast closes its eyes and nuzzles its paws. “Too damn cold out there! Never been much for this sort of weather. I’m a man who prefers the summer, not this shit.”

“Then you picked a bad town to camp out in,” you say honestly. “This place is known for having long, ugly winters.”

“I know,” he moans, “but the massive vines of honeysuckle that bloom when its warm make this place worth the while. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself.”

You smile fondly, “You make a good point. Summers here always smell sweet.”

He raised his head and tilts it at you, staring without a word until you squirm awkwardly. “Thank you,” he says gently, “you may very well have saved my life tonight, and I am in your debt in return.”

You wave your hand passively and lean back. “Don’t worry about it. Not letting someone die isn’t much of an accomplishment.”

“I disagree,” he says firmly, “it is much easier to do nothing than take a risk and show something like me kindness. I appreciate your generosity, and I will find some way to repay the favor.”

“If you insist,” you say ruffling your hair. The hellhound puts his snout in the air and sniffs as you do so.

“I will leave in the morning,” he says with a yawn, “I’m sure I will be able to find some place in town to take shelter.”

“That’s a long way to walk,” you murmur, “maybe you should wait until the storm passes.”

“No,” it all but growls, “I will not stay here with you another night.”

“Okay,” you say shrinking in on yourself. That noise cut right into your core and made you feel cold again.

He gives you a small glance before sighing and wriggling further into his bed. “I will not bother you further, miss, please continue about your night as if I am not here.”

“Alright,” you say as he turns away from you, “let me know if you need anything.” He says nothing more the entire night, and you soon retreat to your bed.

The next morning you head to the fireplace first thing to add another log or two, but stop dead as you see the hellhound. He was sleeping on his back in a sort of crescent moon shape, with all four legs flopping in the air as he dreamt and twitched. It was adorable. Despite your best intentions, you snort and let out a small laugh, making your guest jolt and roll onto his side. Your hand is clamped over your wide smile as you try to contain yourself.

He sits up and clears his throat in embarrassment. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” you say still giggling a bit.

His glare turns red and smoldering, “Do you truly believe its wise to laugh at something like me?”

You aren’t scared of him this morning, not after seeing him snore and drool so peacefully. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help it! You just looked so … happy. Have a good dream?”

“Quite,” he said standing and heading toward your front door, “I was chasing down a heard of deer and was about to sink my teeth in one before you woke me.”

“My apologies,” you say bowing your head and reaching for the doorknob to let him out. The door requires more force than usual to open it.

The two of you gape at the wintery mess before you – snow is falling on top of the inch of frozen rain that is covering everything in sight. Freezing rain has always been a problem this far north, but not like this! Not this suddenly! Not this early in the year! You can’t even see inside of your car window and its only three feet away. The path leading to the dirt road is one big frozen lake, and the nearby power lines are sagging more than they should. You were lucky to still have electricity.

“This,” you say hardly above a whisper, “this is ridiculous! I’ve never seen buildup this bad!”

Your guest puts one paw on the concrete step in front of the door, and he instantly slips, almost landing on his face.

“You have to stay,” you say kneeling beside him, “it’s too dangerous out here.”

“I shouldn’t but … I believe you are right,” he says with a whine.

“Don’t worry,” you say with a small smile, “I have plenty of food, water, firewood – all the necessities. And I promise I’ll try not to bother you.”

He frowns up at you, but not in anger this time. “Your generosity could not possibly be a ‘bother,’ I assure you.”

“Meh, give it a few days,” you say with a playful smirk, and he chuckles lightly at you. “I’m going to go to the wood pile, back in a sec,” you say, grabbing your puffy bundle of outerwear.

“That ice is formidable,” he says as you pull on a hat, “be careful.”

His soft tone makes your heart flutter unexpectedly as you hurry out the door. As you slowly made your way to the covered porch at the side of the house, you told yourself to stop thinking things like ‘handsome’ and ‘charming.’ “Get your shit together,” you hiss to yourself.

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The stack of firewood provides you with a needed distraction from the hellhound. Half the pile is pretty well protected, but the other half is coated in ice. Of course, it’s the long-burning hardwood you can’t get to. You grab the small ice pick from its spot and start to chip away. It’s slow work, but it’s a chore you’ve been doing since you were 11. Good arm workout at least.

After a few minutes of swinging and panting you’re not making much headway. You stop and puff out bits of fog with every exhale.

“Need some assistance?” The voice makes you jump and almost fall, but the hellhound scrambles to your side and presses against the back of your legs to steady you. He’s so big and sturdy.

“Thanks,” you stammer. He looks at the small tool in your hand and squints, confused. “Trying to break off the ice,” you explain.

“Ah,” he says looking at the firewood. “Allow me.”

Your eyes have never been wider as the black dog before you stretches and grows into the shape of a large man. He is still covered in thick, ebony fur, but the hair at his chin is longer, forming a beard that reached to his pectorals. His has locks that flow from his scalp to his lower back as well. Somehow he looks soft enough to warrant petting and strong enough to tear a man in half all in the same second. His muscles bulge as he raises a clawed hand and drags it down the ice wall, creating cracks all the way down. The second his fist connects with the firewood, clear shards of frozen water litter the ground and the oak logs are freed. You watch in amazement as he loads his massive arms and heads back to the house. He stops when he notices you staring.

“Are you alright,” he asks slowly.

“Yep,” you say shaking yourself from your inappropriate stupor, “I’ll grab some more. Be right behind you.”

There’s quite the stockpile of firewood in the house now, which relives you, and you go about rekindling the fire from last night. Soon you’re nice and warm, no longer needed the extra sweater you had pulled on this morning. This time you’re the one turning around to see him ogling you.

“Need something,” you ask when he continues to stare at you while you sit on the couch.

“May I ask you something,” he says crossing his arms, still in his more human form.

“Sure,” you say, ignoring the nerves prickling your neck.

“Do you intend to live out here by yourself? It seems like an … unwise choice.”

You shrug and sit cross-legged. “Yeah, I know. This place may be a ways from town and pretty secluded, but I’ve never felt at home anywhere else. I’m just happiest here. That and I’ve always been a loner, someone who needed her space. This little cottage may be a nightmare to some people, but it’s just about perfect for me.”

“I see,” he says thoughtfully. “I hope I am not intruding on your ‘space.’”

“Not at all,” you reply. “You’ve been an interesting surprise, that’s for sure, but not a bad one.”

“Do you not have a – bah, what’s the word you humans use? A ‘boyfriend’ to make sure you are safe? Is that the term? Your kind has such a litany of words for the various types of companionship.”

His annoyed tone makes you laugh, but you shake your head. “No, no boyfriend. I guess us humans do have a lot of ways to qualify relationships. I hadn’t really noticed.”

“I find your species to be quite complicated,” he says wandering over to sit opposite you on the floor. He still has a tail that looks powerful enough to knock a person off their feet in one fell swoop. “In a word, I’ve always found you interesting, especially since we are taught from a young age to stay away from you.”

“Wish someone had told me that,” you grumble only somewhat sarcastically, “had to find out on my own that most humans are shit.”

A booming laugh barreled out of the hellhound that you could swear rattled the water glasses on the coffee table. It was such a rich and beautiful sound. You found yourself unable to breathe.

“You are a delight,” he says, chest still bobbing as he chuckles. “How lucky I am that you were the one to find he hiding in this house.”

You and the hellhound spend the next few days snowed in together, chatting, snoozing, and sharing stories. His name is Ihondihr, and he had been camping in your Aunt Margo’s place since late spring. He told you about his pack, and it’s constant inner power conflicts that drove him to his breaking point. So he ran, choosing a life of solitude. You told him of your history of distant parents and friends that were more likely to take advantage of you than have your back. You both knew betrayal and disappointment well. He was always attentive and curious when you spoke, shifting between his canine and humanoid forms at seemingly random times. Best of all, he seemed happy to answer your questions about his species. He was clearly an extremely intelligent being who enjoyed taking in all the information he could get his hands on. His tail would wag if he was particularly interested in something and your heart swelled each time.

It was the evening of day three, and you were at the stove, stirring a pot of soup and grilling up a pair of sandwiches while Ihondihr toyed with your tablet. It was still a little odd to see the massive man toying with the small piece of technology, but it was damn cute too. Just as you were about to add more butter to the pan, the lights in the house went out.

“Shit,” you said dragging out the word worriedly. “That’s going to be bad.”

“We are going to need more firewood if the heaters are going to be out,” your companion said standing up. “I will fetch some. Do we have to worry about water?”

“No,” you say, grabbing a pot holder and taking the pans to the top of the fireplace to keep them warm, “it’s not dependent on electricity, so we should be fine, but I’m going to grab some bedding from my room in case it gets much colder.”

Within a few hours, the sun has completely set, and the only light in your home comes from the fireplace, candles, and one battery operated lantern. The temperature dropped quickly if you left the hearth, but thankfully there was little reason to. Unfortunately, even with the blanket cocoon around you, you still shivered every once in a while.

“Are you still not warm enough,” Ihondihr asked.

“Just a little chilly,” you admit, “I’ll be fine.”

He morphed into a dog again and began to nestle between your back and the blanket, making you go bright red. Once he was laying behind you, he doubled in size, surrounding you in long, soft fur. His rump was shielding your right side, and his front paws were resting by your left. Heat radiated from him, and you huddled in as close as you could.

“Better,” he asked, gently using his teeth to pull a blanket over your lap.

“Much,” you say breathlessly, “won’t your back be cold, though?”

He shook his head, “I don’t think so. I have very thick hide.”

You rise to your feet and toss three quilts over his giant form, and he chuckles at you.

“You’re too good to me,” he says as you sit back down.

“You’re good to me, too,” you say leaning into him as he lays his head down, glowing eyes always focused on you. Your hand reaches out but stops before it comes in contact with him.

“Can I,” you begin, swallowing hard, “can I … pet you? Or is that rude?”

“I would like nothing more,” he says with something like a smile. He sighs contentedly as you stroke his side, his shoulders, his arms, his neck. You can hear his tail whipping across the floor. Your hands slow as the tiredness sinks in, but his snout prods your hand, and he whimpers. You laugh and start massaging behind his ears and on his forehead. His happy grunts are enough to keep you going.

“This spot is so soft,” you murmur, smoothing the fur just above his brow. “Well, you’re soft all over, but especially right here.” His tongue is suddenly lapping at your arm, making you giggle and snuggle closer.

“Your fingers are so small and soft and gentle,” he says between licks. “No one has ever treated me so well.”

“You deserve it,” you say earnestly.

“No, you deserve to be taken care of, to be treated as the incredible creature you are. How has no one swept you away yet? Mated and claimed you. Covered you with marks so the rest of the world knows they can’t have you.” He looks at you in horror when your hand goes still. “F-forgive me,” he falters through his words, and you feel his muscles tense behind you. “I did not mean to say that aloud! I only meant to say –” Ihondihr’s head twists away from you as he lets out a mortified whine.

“It’s okay,” you quickly reassure him, stroking his neck. “You just surprised me is all! No one has ever said anything like that to me. It was … nice. I believed you. The last time I was this close to someone they constantly made fun of me, then tried to make up for it with half-assed compliments. I couldn’t believe anything he said, but with you … You’re genuine, and it’s incredible.”

He sits up, towering above you as you bury your face in his puffy chest while his neck and head crane down to rub against your body. You’ve never felt so impeccably safe.

“If I ever see this person who deceived you, I will tear out his throat and leave his intestines sprawled throughout the streets for all to see,” he snarls. “No one will hurt you again, and there is nothing about you that warrants mocking.”

You laugh into his fur and smile up at him. “Thank you. With you here with me, I can almost believe that, too.”

“Let me prove it to you,” he says, voice so low and full of passion it amazes you, makes you dizzy. His hot breath on your flesh makes you grip him tighter. “Let me repay all the kindness you’ve shown me. Let me show you how perfect you are, how much I want you. Let me pleasure you until your body is spent and numb. Please, please, let me.”

His eyes are massive and glimmering like embers in a weakening fire, but shine like an inferno as you nod. He nods back and takes a small step away from you. Ihondihr’s giant body is hardly able to maneuver in the little room, but he manages to move toward the fireplace and use his jaws to drag the blanket you’re sitting on closer to the warmth before shrinking down to the size of a typical house dog. You’re colder without him wrapped around you, but your heart is beating so fast the chill is forgotten. He sits in front of you, and your hands go right back into his fur.

“Would it be better if I looked more like you,” he asks, inching closer.

“It won’t change a thing,” you say confidently, “as long as it’s you and me here, I don’t care about anything else.”

He chuckles a moment and changes into his human form. “It’s easier to hold you like this.” He crawls on all fours and kisses you – one long and then two fast, one long and two fast. Soon he is on top of you and pushing you into the floor, nuzzling your neck with his long beard. His furry hands roam to your hips and pull down your sweatpants, causing a small gasp sneak from your mouth. He looks up worriedly, and you give him a cheeky smile. “Cold,” you whisper. He grins back.

“I’ll warm you up, beautiful, I promise.” He wraps your legs around his torso and kisses you again, more heatedly, but still in the constant trio rhythm. Your fingers rub up his sides until they reach his powerful chest and find a pair of surprisingly human nipples. They’re large and make for wonderful playthings, especially considering the thundering sounds they elicit from Ihondihr.

“Enough,” he snaps, no longer satisfied with your neck and collarbones. He strips you of your top and bra with two quick movements. He looks at you, enraptured, and begins to explore your body eagerly. His hands are fascinated with your breasts and his kisses trail all over your soft stomach. His fur tickles you all over your skin, sending pleasurable ripples throughout you. He hasn’t even neared your entrance yet, but you can feel the heat in you building steadily. You’re both moaning and panting and enthralled.

His mouth moves lower, and he gives you a look while rubbing your thighs. You nod, ready. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, and you see it’s definitely not as human as the rest of him. It’s wide and covers your folds entirely, making you whimper, driving your hips closer to him. He pulls your legs over his shoulders and begins lapping at your lips steadily while you squirm and grip the blanket underneath you. He sucks at you sloppily, and you can hear how messy your combined fluids are making his face. The sounds are intoxicating.

Then he finds your clit, stopping for a moment as you let out a high-pitched wail as his nose puts pressure on the spot. He toys with the bud as he continues to tease your sopping hole. It’s enough to bring you dangerously close to the edge, but he pulls back just in time.

“Iho,” you moan, meaning to say his full name, but not managing to get the whole word out. He laughs, showering you with a puff of hot breath which makes you shudder as your back arches.

“Iho,” he repeats. “I’ve never had a nickname. I rather like it.”

With little warning his tongue enters you, its length reaching deep as you yelp in ecstasy. It rolls inside of you, and you’ve never felt anything like it. He pushes further in once you’ve adjusted yourself and he finds your final hidden pressure point almost immediately. He prods you from the inside as his nose hits your clit and his hands squeeze you anywhere they can, and you lose yourself, screaming and clenching, legs clamped around Ihondihr’s head. He lets out a muffled laugh as you grind against his face through your orgasm before falling completely limp. Very gingerly, he lifts your legs from the sides of his thick neck and lays you down, still licking his chops.

“Oh god,” you squeak, covering your breasts with your arm and closing your legs.

“Your anatomy is … different,” he says, ambling over top of you. “Fun.” His hair and beard were a mangled mess, but he looked supremely happy. “Again,” he asks.

“Gimme a sec,” you sigh, running your hands up his arm. “You know, it’s likely going to be a long winter, Iho. You could stay with me, keep me safe, cozy.” He takes your hand in his own and kisses it.

“How can I refuse such an offer after tasting you like this? Nothing could pry me from you after hearing you mewl my name like that.” His clawed hands spread your legs apart again, and a finger slips inside your still over-sensitive entrance, making you whine. “May I try again? To see if I can make you even louder?”

“Yes,” you laugh weakly. “Again. Please!”

He is true to his word and does not stop making love to you until you can’t feel half your body, much less move it. It was a struggle to wave off his advances, but he takes the hint. You close your eyes, still reeling as Ihondihr lays beside you, heaving. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close.

“Your stamina is impressive,” he mumbles into your ear.

“What about you,” you ask entwining your fingers in his.

“Tonight was your night,” he says simply. “Besides, I’m not sure you can do anything for me at the moment.”

You nod, knowing your legs and arms would be spasming for hours. “I should clean myself up soon, though,” you sigh, “get something to drink, too.” He pulls away from you, and you pout at the rush of cold air that attacks your skin. He places a glass of water by your head and covers you with your favorite fleece blanket before changing into a dog. He walks to your feet and wriggles undeath the cover.

“I can’t take any more tonight,” you moan as he settles between your legs.

“I’m just licking you off,” he explains as his tongue very gently slurps the muck from your thighs. The feeling still makes you squirm, but you quickly grow used to it and soon find it soothing. He is working ever so slowly, as slowly as you need. You take a peek beneath the blanket and laugh as his pretty puppy dog eyes glow back at you.

“Rest, my marvelous woman, rest. I will take care of you,” he insists.

“You are too much,” you giggle.

“And you are too delicious,” he chuckles.

You drift blissfully off to sleep, only stirring once when you feel your hellhound lay its head beside yours. His wet nose presses against your cheek, and you snuggle so that your foreheads touch.

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