Cuddle Time

You burst into your cabin, panting frantically, heart racing. You slam the door shut and lock it, you then grab a nearby chair and force it under the knob to barricade it.

 

You hope it’ll hold.

 

As you back into the cabin, you wonder how the hell it got to this…

 

Your uncle has a cabin, he never uses it anymore, it sat there in the woods, abandoned like something out of a horror movie. However, he was nice enough to let you use it since he has no use for it.

 

You figured you would go up for the long weekend, a good chance to be with nature, fish, and unwind. You needed it, you were exhausted from work, they had been running you ragged, so this long weekend was a perfect chance to unwind.

 

Of course, right as you got up, there, you found the cabin to be fairly dusty, and didn’t even have electricity! Just a wooden stove, a fireplace, and a lot of lanterns and kerosine.

 

It gave off that Evil Dead vibe with the abandoned dusty cabin, the only difference being there was no basement, no Necronomicon, and no Bruce Campbell. Also you were alone.

 

However, it would work.

 

As long as it had a bed, a roof, and walls, along with a nice view of the lake, it was fine.

 

You had settled in there well, first night of sleep was pretty good the bed hadn’t been slept in for a long time, sleeping on it felt like sleeping on a brand new mattress. The night  nice and quiet and the  cool night air made it easy for you to fall asleep.

 

Then the next day came, fishing! Your favorite pastime, it was nice, relaxing, and you could spend all day there. Not to mention you could catch your breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

 

However, before you could head down to the dock, it started to rain.

 

And not just drizzle, it poured.

 

What a hell of a first day.

 

You spent the day cleaning and dusting instead, got the place looking much better than it had before. It was now shiny, liveable, and lemon scented.

 

You could now have a girl over.

 

If you had one.

 

It had taken a while, but the rain seemed to have let up, you decided to head down to the dock, just to see what the lake looked like in the rain. You put on a small water proof windbreakers and headed down.

 

It would have been the perfect time to see some fish, or enjoy the soothing noise of rain droplets hitting the water and the forest around you, that was perfect white noise for sleeping.

 

As you walked through the woods, you felt something uneasy, like you were being stalked. Then again, the woods were pretty thick with trees, it gave off that vibe, like this was the part where either Jason Vorhees or Victor Crowley would  continue to stalk you, then appear and try to behead you, or kill you in some other gruesome way.   You paid no mind to it, it’s natural to feel a little scared in the woods. Then the explosion of thunder rang in your eardrums.

 

You knew damn well that when there’s thunder, there’s lightning and it wasn’t good to be walking through the woods with lighting, last thing you needed was to get zapped.

 

You were about to turn around when a lightning flash lit up the woods, and then you saw it.

 

A silhouette of some creature in the distance.

 

You were wondering if you were seeing things, like the lighting flash just made that outline, that perhaps the trees and pine needles mixed with the bushes angled together, constructing the perfect configuration to mess with your mind.

 

Paranoia would do that.

 

That put your mind at ease…until another lightning flash struck, and the creature was a lot closer, and you could see gleaming white teeth, curled into a smile, and blazing eyes fixed on you.

 

That was your cue.

 

You sprinted back to your cabin, you didn’t want to linger a second longer.

 

And now, here you are.

 

Now it really was like a horror movie!

 

You back away breathing a sigh of relief, no banging on the front door, maybe it was your imagination. Or maybe the creature got frightened by the lighting. Or maybe it…

 

You hear the back door click and slowly start to creek open.

 

Maybe it decided to check to see if the back door is unlocked.

 

You knew you forgot something!!!!

 

You had a back door, but didn’t use it at all! You assumed it was always locked!

 

You flee into your bedroom and throw open the window, but then dive under your bed.

 

There’s no way in hell you want to go out there, running around in the woods while it’s drizzling and dark. That’s a recipe for disaster!

 

Chances are you would end up getting yourself killed, that or the creature would find you.

 

You figure the creature might think you went out there, then leave the cabin, then you could barricade up the cabin, then get the hell out of here when daylight comes.

 

You try to make yourself as scarce as possible under your bed, you fix your eyes at the door way. You can hear something walking in the halls, towards your room.

 

You hear claws tapping the wooden floor, softer as first, but growing louder as they approach your room. You feel yourself sweating with fear. The footsteps feel light, yet you can hear them as they get closer and closer. Finally, you see a black, clawed, shaggy foot at the entrance of your room.

 

You clamp your hands over your mouth and breath softly. The fur on the leg is black like coal dust, and dripping wet from rain. The legs get closer and closer to your bed. Your breathing gets softer and softer with every step.

 

You can see those sharp claws tapping the floor, giving off an eerie tick with every passing step. Those legs are toned, like a cross country runners, yet you would expect them to be loud, yet they are soft as they walk, not much noise.

 

They are right in front of you now, just standing there. You have ceased your breathing, holding your breath, not making a sound at all. The creature just stands there, doing nothing. It’s not tapping her foot with anger, nor does it seem like it’s moving around, looking for you.

 

What is it doing?

 

You can feel your heart pounding with fear, and you can feel your back damping with sweat. Your lungs are screaming for oxygen! You need to breathe!

 

But that creature is still there, in front of you!

 

You keep your hands clamped over your mouth, trying to keep silent, preventing any noise from escaping at all.

 

Yet the creature stands there still, casting a shadow over the bed like Michael Myers waiting for his victim.

 

Your lungs are begging for oxygen, maybe a small breath wouldn’t hurt, a little gasp.

 

You open your fingers and exhale slightly, then inhale some cool air into your aching lungs.

 

“Gotcha.”

 

A strong, powerful, man grabbing paw snatches your collar and drags you out from under the bed. You are hoisted up to your feet, before you can scream, a man grabbing paw clamps over your mouth and you find yourself slammed against the wall.

 

You let out a muffled scream and look at your attacker.

 

It’s a woman, but not just any woman, a mamano, and the most dangerous type you could ever get.

 

A hellhound.

 

Standing a few inches taller than you with a toned body from constant moving and fighting along with sharp claws, she has you outmatched.

 

She smiles sinisterly at you with those pearly white, dagger shaped  teeth, her eyes blazing orange. She stands just a few inches over you, her body black like coal dust, naked and dripping with rain water. You hear her growling sensually.

 

“Good try trying to trick me cutie….” she chuckles.

 

She points to the floor, to your wet bootprints.  “You forgot to wipe your shoes, you led a trail straight to you, all for me.”

 

She tsks. “But shit, I didn’t even need that, you want to know how I knew you were under that bed?”

 

You whimper, begging her to let you go, but your cries are muffled by her paw over your mouth.

 

She leans forward malevolently, you start panicking, thrashing, trying to escape. You swing your legs trying to kick her, when she forces her body against you, pinning you.

 

“Now why you gotta do that?” she growls, she then chuckles. “But it’s cute to see you fight.”

 

She runs her tongue slowly along your cheek, you wince with fear. Her tongue is soft and wet. You can smell meat on her breath. You stop resisting, knowing that those powerful jaws could easily rip your face off.

 

She pulls away smiling.

 

“You taste like fear cutie….and reek of it.”

 

You are breathing heavily from your nose as panic grips your body.

 

“All those hormones and sweat gave off the perfect aroma for me to find you.”

 

She knew you were there the entire time?!?!

 

“Couldn’t hear you breathing, so I decided to see how long you could hold your breath, gotta say you had me nervous.” she chuckles sincerely. “But here you are.”

 

She then looks at your wet jeans, a smile spreading over her mouth.

 

“What do you say you get out of those wet pants?”

 

That was an order, not a question. Even though it sounded like it, you knew that the only answer was yes.

 

Trembling, you slowly unbuckle your belt and unzip your fly. You drop your wet jeans to the ground. The hellhound’s eyes light up as she sees your bulge in your underwear. You put your thumbs in your waistband to drop them.

 

“Hold up cutie, I don’t want my present unwrapped just yet.”

 

You gulp as you feel her grip tighten around your mouth. She flashes a perverse smile.

 

“Now take off the jacket.”

 

You unzip it slowly, fingers nervously trembling, you see her tail wagging with anticipation to see what you are hiding under there. Your jacket genly hits the floor. You see the hellhound’s tongue trace across her teeth like some Appalachian hillbilly looking at a couple of lost city boys.

 

“That’s a nice shirt you got there, button up,” she remarks.

 

You whimper as she stares intensely at you with her blazing eyes. She chuckles perversely.

 

“You want me to ruin that shirt? Or you going to be a good boy and take it off?”

 

You whimper and unbutton the shirt, you try to take your time, your fingers are shaking with fear, but it helps to delay the inevitable. The hellhound’s smile seems to grow bigger as you undo every button. FInally, you reach the last button near the collar. You hear her exhale sensually. You sniffle and undo the final button. The shirt comes off and falls to the ground softly.

 

You are now pinned to the wall in your skivvies, and the hellhound is eating it up, looking at you up and down like a choice cut of meat. You see her lick her lips at you like the snack you are.

 

Her eyes fall to the bed. “Now…you gonna be a good boy and get in the bed, or do I have to make you?”

 

Your eyes fall to the bed, you know what’s going to happen the moment you get in that bed. Her smile fades and she shoots you an agitated look.

 

“Well?”

 

You bow your head in submission and the hellhound nods her head with pleasure. She releases you and you walk towards the bed, trembling. You know what’s coming, the most violent intense sex you will ever get is going to happen.

 

This is not how you wanted your weekend to go.

 

All you wanted to do was fish.

 

Not get raped by a hellhound.

 

You lie in bed and close your eyes. You don’t even need to see what’s coming, you’ll feel it.

 

Most definitely you will

 

“Ready cutie?”

 

You sniff then nod your head.

 

You hear her get closer to you.

 

Your body tenses, you know what’s about to come, the most violent raping of your life. A hellhounds lust knows no bounds, and her sex drive is unquenchable. She’ll run you ragged, then come back for seconds, even more hornier. Then thirds, then fourths, then so on, all until you are nothing more than a husk.

 

You feel her damp, strong  arms wrap around you and her warm moist body press upon your bare skin. .

 

You brace yourself for the raping.

 

You feel her furry head nuzzle against your neck, then you hear her exhale, the hot breath sends shivers down your spine. Your heart speeds up, racing with fear.

 

And you wait..

 

And wait…

 

And wait…

 

And wait…

 

You look at the clock, five minutes have passed, though it feels longer, and all the hellhound has done is cuddle you, she is snug against you, holding you like a body pillow.

 

You aren’t going to lie, she is pretty warm, and she’s a pretty good cuddler. She has her arms cradled around you like a teddy bear, yet she isn’t squeezing you hard. She gives you plenty of space to breath and isn’t smothering you. On top of that, despite her tone body, she feels like a memory foam mattress that you could fall asleep on.

 

But still, where’s the raping?

 

“Umm….”

 

“Yeah?” she asks groggily.

 

“Aren’t….aren’t you going to rape me?”

 

She giggles and kisses your cheek gently.

 

“Not tonight cutie,” she coos. “I just want to cuddle.”

 

****

 

You want to think that you spent the whole night shaking with terror.

 

That you couldn’t get a wink of sleep due to your mind wracking itself over what the hellhound said.

 

“I just want to cuddle.”

 

A hellhound…wanting to cuddle….without raping you viciously?

 

That’s unheard of!!!

 

But….on the other hand, the hellhound was fairly warm, comfortably warm. Not like where you get uncomfortably warm and need a break, but just the right amount of warmth, and comfort. It was like you were wearing a heated snuggie. She actually was a great cuddler. Took your whole body into consideration to where it didn’t feel like you were being smothered, but worked with it to ensure that you were comfy. Though she snuggled you like a body pillow, she was incredibly gentle. Her soft, yet wild breathing was relaxing enough to rock you to sleep.

 

You had the best night’s rest ever, and all it took was a hellhound who just wanted to cuddle.

 

You fall asleep so easily that you forget that one of the most sexually aggressive mamanos known to man is right next to you when you wake up.

 

She’s still asleep, snuggling you, breathing softly. You look around, tring to remember if what happened last night did happen.

 

She said, “I just want to cuddle.”

 

A hellhound!!!

 

Your eyes fall to her body, her naked body.

 

Oh right.

 

She’s naked!

 

Her body is fairly toned, complete with abs, then again, a nomadic hunting lifestyle would do that. Yet despite her firm, robust appearance, she is fairly attractive, sculpted perfectly, with nice soft bosoms.

 

And those bosoms are currently nestled against your arm.

 

You look down and see that your member is standing at attention.

 

Blasted morning wood!!!

 

If the hellhound sees that, then the raping is back on.

 

A hard member is a prime opportunity for a hellhound to give a man a good raping, and with how close this one is, you doubt she will even let this opportunity to slip past her.

 

You try to think of baseball, fishing, hiking, anything to make it go down.

 

You hear something hum, you gulp

 

Your neck cricks like rusty gears as you look to see the hellhound wide awake, soft smile on her face.

 

“Morning cutie,” she says sensually.

 

Her eyes fall to your morning wood, you gulp with fear.

 

It was nice to cuddle, but now she was going to get down to business.

 

She looks back at you and giggles.

 

Your heart starts racing, panic sets into your mind, this time she’s definitely going to rape you.

 

“What’s for breakfast?” she asks.

 

It hits you like a truck, ‘what’s for breakfast?’

 

You look at her stunned, what the hell is her angle?

 

She cocks her head, “Everything ok cutie?

 

“Yeeeessss?” you ask unsurly.

 

“Then what’s for breakfast?”

 

“Well….cereal?”

 

She hums. “Anything else?”

 

You answer, your voice shaking. “Well….I was hoping to catch fish….but…it was raining….and….well….I didn’t bring much else….”

 

She nods her head reasonably. “Got milk?”

 

“No….I..was gonna eat it dry..that ….ok?”

 

She shrugs, “That’s fine with me cutie.”

 

She kisses your cheek and gets up, all you can do is stare at you with your mouth gaping open, what the hell is going on?!?!?

 

You can see her tail swaying excitedly as she walks towards the door eagerly. You get out of bed and put on a fresh pair of clothes, so far, she hasn’t violated you yet, and that is just killing you!

 

Her species is supposed to just get this over with! You doubt they even know what foreplay is!!!

 

You exit your room and she is sitting at the table, still naked, patiently awaiting breakfast. You gulp.

 

“Problem cutie?” she asks.

 

“Uhhh, well….nothing.”

 

You get out a bowl and pour some cereal into it, it’s dry Honey Nut Cheerios, good for the heart. Trembling, you pass her a bowl. Her eyes are fixated on you, after all you are her prey. Her eyes love following you as you pour yourself a bowl. Your hand is shaking that some pours onto the table.

 

“Scared cutie?” she purrs.

 

“Nuh…no!”

 

You see a sly grin spread over her face as she motions for you to come over. You feel like an action figure, forced to move against your will to the table. You sit down, trying not to shake. You can only see that sly grin get even bigger.

 

“You hungry cutie?”

 

“Yes!” you squeak.

 

She leans in, “Then why aren’t you eating?”

 

You start shoveling dried cereal into your mouth, meanwhile she takes her time. It’s not like if you finish first, you’ll be able to go, the moment you try to make a run for it, you’ll be snagged by her. But you are so hungry and scared that you eat like it’s your last meal.

 

“Never had these before,” she says as she pops another into her mouth.  “I like them.”

 

You nod your head, the tension is killing you. You know she’s going to rape you, why isn’t she just getting it over with? Is this some sort of game for her? Does she like watching you squirm?

 

“What were you going to do today?” she asks sensually.

 

“Not get raped,” You think.

 

“I was going to fish,” you say.

 

“Mmmmm, sounds nice,” she purrs.

 

“Yes…it’s…very relaxing.”

 

“I’ll be joining you,” she says with a smirk on her face.

 

“O…ok,” you whimper.

 

As you continue eating, you see how she eyes you up and down, watching your like a wolf watches a deer. Every move you make is carefully watched, as a reminder that if you try to flee or pull some shit, you’ll be violated.

 

Your fingers scrape the bottom of the bare bowl, you glance down. Empty, you were so wrapped up in the hellhound staring at you, you finished.

 

“Finished cutie?” she purrs.

 

“Yes,” you squeak.

 

Her eyes fall to your briefs. “You gonna fish in that?”

 

“Nuh…no!”

 

“Then get dressed cutie, can’t have you catching a cold,” she chuckles.

 

You get up, body shaking as you slowly walk to your room. You can feel the hellhounds eyes follow you as you enter your room.

 

Shaking you put on a fresh pair of pants, you others are too damp. It’s cold out so you put on a long sleeve shirt and a jacket. Hopefully it won’t rain today. However, rain is the least of your worries for today.

 

You step out of your room, and run right into the hellhound. You bump into her chest and stumble back, she catches you and holds you up, looking at you deep in your eyes. You see a smile spread over her face as she beams at you.

This is it, now she’s going to rape you. You kinda wish she had the decency to do it when you were in your skivvies instead of now, when you are fully dressed.

 

You brace yourself, when you feel her pick you up.

 

“Great, now she’s gonna throw me on the bed,” you think.

 

She slings you over your shoulders, and turns around and marches towards the front door.

 

“Oh not outside!” you scream into your mind.

 

As if she can feel your tension, or smell your fear, she giggles. “Relax, I don’t want you slipping and getting yourself dirty.”

 

You breathe a sigh of relief.

 

“Uh, my fishing pole is in my car,” you say.

 

“We’ll get it, cutie,” she says.

 

****

 

You are now at the dock fishing, and you have been for the past three hours. Its slightly cold outside, but not cold enough to where you are miserable, but the perfect temperature to wear a jacket.

 

Or the perfect temperature to have a hellhound cuddle with you.

 

As you fished, the hellhound was right behind you, arms draped over you and head nuzzled next to your cheek. You can hear her softly humming as she snuggled against you. It was quite nice, you were warm, and something about her breathing and humming was soothing. It made time fly.

 

“Aren’t you cold?” you finally asked.

 

She is naked, it was a little awkward with you being the only clothed one here.

 

She giggles. “Nope.”

 

“Not even a little?”

 

“Nope, are you cold cutie?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then I’m doing my job.”

 

You roll your eyes and continue fishing. They aren’t biting today as much, but that’s ok, the important thing is to relax. Originally you thought that would be impossible because of the hellhound, but her cuddling is very nice. It’s like a nice heated blanket you can take everywhere. You wish you could take off your coat and shirt and feel those warm breasts on your back, you hear that it’s supposed to feel amazing!

 

You find that you aren’t as afraid now as you were before, then again, you still feel uncertain, like what’s her deal? Why is she only about cuddling? Normally a hellhound violates a man the moment eye contact is made.

 

“Hey cutie?”

 

Your thoughts dissipate, snapping you back to reality.

 

“Do you have any other food?”

 

Oh right, you forgot you didn’t bring much food, you wanted to catch fish for dinner.

 

“Working on it…”

 

You feel the hellhound’s warmth leave you and she steps in front of you.

 

She winks at you, “Be back, cutie.”

 

Before you can ask, she walks to the edge of the dock and dives into the water. You jump up in surprise, a hellhound diving? Can they even swim? They are part canine, so perhaps. You stand over the edge of the doc, but see no trace of her. Shouldn’t they only be able to do the doggy paddle?

 

You look at the water for any ripples, but see nothing. The gray skies give the water a murky look, and the kelp floating around doesn’t help.

 

“How deep is this lake?” you think.

 

You look at the water intensely, for any sign. You feel a little concerned, how long can she hold her breath for? She’s only been down there for 10 seconds, yet it feels like forever. You see something bubble to the surface, and lean in closer.

 

Is that…

 

The hellhound’s face shoots out of the water, fish in teeth, with a bright smile.

“Guuth ith, cootie!”

 

You stumble back, startled,  arms waving as you try to regain your balance. Your outside foot slips on the dock and you fall towards the water. You feel the stinging water soak your back, and your enveloped in cold water.

 

“CUTIE!!!!”

 

******

 

You are shivering in your cabin, there’s a nice roaring fire in the fireplace to help keep you warm, a nice heavy blanket, and of course your furry, warm companion snuggling next to you to keep you warm.

 

There’s just one problem.

 

You are completely naked.

 

Pants, shirt, even your boxers, all gone.

 

They all got soaked in the water.

 

Immediately after you fell in, the hellhound dived in and scooped you out, fish still in her teeth. She raced to the cabin with you in her arms, and instantly stripped you down. You were so cold that you were clinging to her for warmth, she pried you off of her and wrapped you in a blanket, then worked to get a fire going.

 

Right now, you have been snuggling for the past hour, trying to stay warm.

 

“You ok, cutie?” she coos as she pulls you in closer to her warm bosom.

 

“Ye-ye-yeah,” you chatter.

 

She humms as she holds you tight. “You want some of that fish?”

 

You nod your head, you were so cold you forgot to eat.

 

Once the fire got going earlier, she cleaned the fish with precision. You partially expected her to be a little more savage, but she cleaned it like a professional, then cooked it, and was keeping it warm for you.

 

“Normally I eat it raw,” she chuckled. “But, I don’t think you humans normally eat it raw.”

 

“Un-unless it’s su-sushi,” you chatter.

 

“What’s that?”

 

“Raw fish…but..the-they do something with it-it-it’s pretty good.”

 

She hums and rests her head on your shoulder. “Perhaps I could eat it with you, cutie.”

 

You nod and she slides over a plate of fish to you. You wolf it down. It’s pretty bland, no spices, no lemon, but it’s food, and that’s what you need.

 

“You gonna eat anything?” you ask, the warm fish has warmed your belly, and the combination of fire, a blanket, and the hellhound is a wonderful mixture of warm bliss.

 

She hums. “I’m fine, cutie.”

 

You rest against her  bosom, she’s so warm. You feel relaxed, your body is at ease. You can feel the heat warming your entire nude body.

 

However, something is still bothering you. You’re naked, she’s naked, your nude bodies are embraced in a semi-erotic and wholesome way, yet…she hasn’t pulled anything or even once tried to violate you. You don’t want this cuddling to stop, but it’s been itching at you the entire time, what’s with this hellhound?

 

You want to ask her, but at the same time you don’t want to hurt her feelings, or anger her to where maybe she’ll just answer your question with a good fucking.

 

She seems to notice your pondering.

 

“What’s on your mind, cutie?” she asks sweetly.

 

“Nothing,” you reply quickly.

 

She leans in to where her nose is touching yours, she has a smirk on her face. “Come on, cutie, what’s on your mind?”

 

You have to plan out your words very…carefully.

 

“Well…I…well..was…just noticing….we….we are naked…and…well…it’s just….”

 

She giggles. “You are wondering why I haven’t violated you yet.”

 

Well, that was right on the money, you try to act surprised. “Whaaaaat? No, I mean…no….”

 

“Relax cutie, I understand, you are wondering why the big bad hellhound hasn’t held you down and violated you.” she giggles.

 

You gulp down any fear, you hear her sigh.

 

“I’ll tell you, cutie, but don’t laugh,” she snuggles a little closer. “A while back, I was in a pack, and well, they all managed to find husbands pretty quickly, me, well, I didn’t worry about that. You find a man pretty easily as a hellhound. I spent my time mostly hunting, roaming the woods, I wasn’t ready to settle down just yet. But before I knew it, I was alone. I didn’t mind, but after a while, you get lonely.”

 

She let out a tired exhale. “Well, one day I saw a man, but unfortunately he’s with a group, can’t get a man when he’s in a group. Well, I wait, maybe he’ll go out to take a leak, but he doesn’t. He leaves with his friends, so I decide to scavenge the campsite.”

 

She looks at you and furrows her brows. “Now don’t laugh, ok?”

 

You nod your head.

 

“I find this…I think it’s call a manga. Well, I couldn’t read words at all, but I can look at pictures, and it was something about a couple, but what I noticed, was that they didn’t fuck, even though it seemed like they wanted to. But they cuddled, held hands, and I was just thinking…I want that.”

 

She chuckles. “Now if I hadn’t read that, I’m not gonna lie, I would have violated you the moment I saw you, in fact we would still be in that bedroom now. But…I was thinking after reading that, what’s cuddling like without having sex first? So I thought I would try it out. And let me say…..”

 

She holds you tighter, you can feel her warmth and heart beating.

 

“…I’m liking it a lot, and I like cuddling with you cutie.”

 

You hear her humming as she nuzzles closer to you, “Those characters looked happy, and now I see why.”

 

You nuzzle against her, enveloped in her warmth. You are enjoying this. You feel your eyelids get heavy. The warm comfort is making you sleepy, you rest your head against her breast and drift off.

 

****

 

A loud pop breaks your slumber. You slowly open your eyes. The fire is dim, the final bits of wood are now just popping like gunshots. It’s not as roaring as it was before, but it doesn’t matter. You are still wrapped up tight against the hellhound. You can hear her heavy, lethargic breathing as she sleeps. She’s out like a light.

 

As your senses come to, you notice your hand is a little sticky.

 

Great, did you have a wet dream?

 

But wait, it’s not on your hand near your crotch….it’s…near the hellhound’s.

 

The tip of your middle finger is between her lip, just enough to leak those sweet juices onto your fingers.

 

You gulp, how did this happen?!?

 

Did your hand drift there while you were asleep? Did she move it?

 

Your finger twitches, and you hear the hellhound exhale sensually. You glance at her, she’s still asleep. You gotta remove it carefully.

 

Carefully from, her wet, volcano soot colored twat. Inside of that, is a beautiful pink pussy, that’s just itching for you.

 

No, no, not right.

 

You shake your head of those nasty thoughts and slowly remove your finger, when a paw closes over it and pushes it back into its place.

 

You glance up and see the hellhound staring at you with bright, big eyes. Her mouths gaping open, exhaling hard. The crackle from the dim fire has shadows dancing on her face, giving her a shadowy, sexy vibe. It’s a little intimidating, but you can see the lust in her eyes.

 

She keeps your hand firmly against her crotch, you start swirling your fingers around for a little stimulation. You see her mouth close and she grits her teeth. You continue to swirl, her pussy opens for you more, you slip your finger deeper into her, she exhales with pleasure. You feel her grip you tighter. You curl your finger inside of her, running along her inside, she yipes through her teeth. You continue your fingering, then slip in your index finger. You see her jolt with pleasure. You finger her, feeling her getting wetter and wetter with arousal. You hear her whine with pleasure as you curl your fingers. She gently bites your shoulder, trying to contain herself. It doesn’t break skin, it’s more like a she’s gnawing with pleasure.

 

You get an idea, just about her beautiful twat, is her clit. If she’s getting this aroused..

 

While you continue your fingering, you gently press your thumb on her clit.

 

She jolts forward and gives a hearty moan.

 

You can see her panting as that wave of pleasure took her by surprise. She jerks her head towards you and lunges at you. Her lips smack against yours and you find yourself on your back. She grunts in between kisses, her warm breasts are firmly on your chest, they feel amazing! Her tongue slips in, aggressively frenching you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as she continues.

 

Finally she pulls away, looking at you. The fire is fading, and slowly, you see the once illuminated parts of her body fade to black. It’s as if she’s taking it in, looking at the position you are in. Your cock is hard, and you can feel the warm pussy juices slowly dripping down your hips to the base of your shaft. You know she wants to, she wants to ride you, however, you can tell as the fire fades, she’s still nervous. You are the first guy she’s cuddled with, she likes you so much. She wants you. Yet, she wants a sign, a sign to know, that it’s ok for her to continue.

 

As the fire fades, you nod. You nod to signal her to continue.

 

As the final spark goes out, you see her smile, her pearly white teeth gleaming as the last flame flickers.

 

Without any hesitation she slides down your hips, onto your cock. Your hard member goes into her wet pussy that you have been teasing. She groans as your bulk fills her, yet she doesn’t stop. She rocks her hips fast, feeling you.

 

You yourself let out a string of scattered moans. She feels so good, her warm pussy is like ecstasy, you can feel a new warmth as a fire of tender lust goes from your member, traveling up your nerves, all the way to your head.

 

You want more.

 

You grab her breasts and give them a squeeze. She groans and wraps her arms around you, pulling you towards her. She locks her lips with yours, muffling both of your moans. She rides you harder, but does not break the kiss at all. She wants all of you. You can feel her heat, she is radiating heat off of her like an oven. Your bodies pressed against each other, sexes joined in unity, it’s a perfect fuel to create a combustion of hot lust.

 

You pull away from her lips briefly, gritting your teeth as you feel your sex twitching as a climax nears. Your noses are still touching as you look deep into eachothers eyes. She bites her lip, you can tell she’s close as well.

 

“I’m…I’m…I’m..” you stammer.

 

“Do it!!” she moans

 

You both lock lips as your hips buck. You feel your seed shoot into her. Her hearty moan is muffled by your tongue. She lets out a final gasp.

 

You both break away and lie on the floor, arms still wrapped around each other. You  both are panting, that took it out of you, now is the time for rest.  She pulls you in tight. Your warm, sweaty bodies are pressed against each other, both of you are hot and radiating. You can feel her chest heaving.

 

“Oh cutie,” she rasps.

 

“You know…I…have a name….” you say.

 

“What is it?”

 

You tell her.

 

She lets out an exhausted giggle. “I’m gonna keep calling you cutie.”

 

She kisses your forehead. “Because you are so cute, and mine.”

 

As you two hold each other, it’s now pitch black in the cabin. The only noise is your breathing.

 

“Hey….uh…I have a question,” you ask.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I’m leaving tomorrow…would you like to come home with me?”

 

A light flickers, you wonder if you are seeing things.

 

“I mean, I live in an apartment, and it’s kind of big, but…I…I like you…and well…”

 

A bright light then blazes. You see orange flames, you shield your eyes from the bright light. As your eyes adjust you lower your hand, you see it’s from her eyes. Hellhounds eyes tend to burn bright when their feelings get stronger, especially love.

 

“So…would you?” you ask.

 

“Yes!” she says.

 

She hugs you tighter and kisses you.

 

“Oh I’ve dreamt of this day,” she sobs.

 

She nuzzles her head next to yours. “Besides, I’ve found something better than cuddling.”

 

“Sex?”

 

She giggles. “Sex is good, but it’s better than sex.”

 

She holds you tighter and whispers, “Post-cuddling sex, and I’m glad it’s with you, cutie.”

 

Hellhounds and cuddling? Yes please! I hope you all enjoyed this fic, I posted this to AO3 awhile ago, and I thought, this is one that needs to be shared with you and all the fellow hellhound appreciators. Remember to support me by either reaching out for a commission, or donate to my buy me a coffee which is buymeacoffee.com/cowboyweeb

 

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