Page 25 of Death C*mes Inside Her
“You’ve mastered caring for our child and our kitten so well. I thought to reward you.” My other hand produces a conjured, sparkling pendant, shaped like a hellhound. “A new companion,” I say, securing the chain around her neck.
“Aios, you want a dog?” Her brow furrows.
“Maybe. Hellhounds are very protective.” My claws trace the pendant’s outline before slicing through the fabric of her thin nightdress. “Do you remember what I said to you the first time we fucked?”
“No… Sorry, it was sort of intense.” She blinks up at me, still so unaware of her own beauty and power, the scent of milk in the air, her bare breasts leaking cream down onto the floor.
“I said, ‘Do you want to know how a hellhound mates?’” I recall the very moment, and my cock stands out long and ready for what he knows is coming as I press her down to the floor. “The female presents herself willingly to the male.” I knock her knees apart, then circle behind to kneel behind her upturned ass. “A true hound’s coupling isn’t gentle.”
My talons drift down the indent of her spine as firelight catches the curve of her hips, so beautiful as she waits, her arousal already streaming from her in a shimming thread.
She holds her breath as I grip my phallus, feeling it flex and throb. The bedroom walls quiver with magic as my cock surges to life, and I press it to her slit.
“They sink deep…all the way,” I growl, nudging the crown against her heat. “They grow a huge knot once they have released inside their mate.”
“Knot?” She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes already hazed with lust. Such a good, dirty girl for me.
I chuckle. “Yes, as big as a fist.”
I conjure fur that thickens along my thighs and torso as I guide myself between her folds to that heavenly opening, hardnessbrushing her entrance before I thrust forward with one brutal stroke.
She screams, her little fingers fisting the fur rug, fingertips dragging through the long pile. I’m buried to the hilt in a sheath so tight it nearly stops my heart.
“Breathe, little witch,” I pant, bending down to bite the curve of her neck where her pulse thrums. “A hound fucks hard and fast. He sees his mate as the ultimate prize, and he loses all control.” My hips piston faster as she wriggles beneath me, her hands clutching the fur for leverage. “You’ll feel it grow. You feel that fur brushing your ass? That’s the hellhound mounting you. Let him in. Reach back and guide that dog cock inside you. Show me how much you want it.”
Her trembling hand slips under her body, reaching back to find the base of my shaft.
“That’s a good girl. Guide him in.”
She moans, loud and long, as she pushes me forward into her heat. She struggles to take me. My cock seems to be enjoying this little fantasy as much as my wife, thickening and locking us together until it’s a struggle to move.
Her moans fuel my hunger, her hand squeezing the base of my dick.
“Back on all fours, wife. You need to hold on.” My fur bristles against her soft flesh as the knot swells, anchoring as I battle to thrust deeper. I drive forward, my balls already threatening to unload, but I’m not ready. I want more of this, more of her.
“That feels so good,” she mewls. “I’m getting that funny feeling, Daddy,” she pants, her opening snapping tight around my cock, so tight I see stars.
“That’s good, little witch. You are the hound’s breeding bitch. You are making him ready to fill you with hot, sticky seed.” I pump in and out, fighting the knot as I rasp, driving harder until her milky thighs tremble. “Scream for me. Milk all the prize from the dog’s balls.”
Her cry echoes through the room as we climax.
Our bodies move together, thrusting and shuddering in a violent spasm that spills my seed inside her. The knot holds us joined as we collapse onto the rug in a sweat-slick heap.
“You enjoy your Daddy as a dog?”
She turns, catching sight of the fur that covers my body, offering me that lusty smile I love. “More than I should.”
“Good. Maybe our next spawn will be a little hellhound pup,” I rasp, lowering us on our sides, kissing her temple. “He’ll adore you.”
“We should introduce ourselves to the neighbors,” she says, so comfortable with me inside her by now, she could give me the grocery list with my dick still spurting, and I would think nothing of it. “What do you think? Invite them for dinner or something?”
We’ve been here for almost six months, but the new neighbors only moved in last week. I know Eve has had her eye on them, checking them out as potential souls to be reaped, but if she’s talking about inviting them over, then I assume she hasn’t found any reason to send them down the dark stairs.
“Sure.” I smooth damp hair from her temple. “Although this time I’ll wear the mask.”
She laughs, nodding. “I love your face, but it does have a certain… effect when we’re in polite company.”
It’s a conjured thing. A flesh mask that makes me look almost human. Ridiculous and ugly compared to my perfection, but mortals are so easily frightened.
