D&D is Serious Business

>You can come across a lot of strange things when you work at a used book store
>At least, I've found out as much over the past few days
>It starts out with last Wednesday
>I was working a pretty slow late shift, when this hambeast and her snot-nosed brat come in, grocery bags filled with books in their arms
>It turns out the kid's grandfather croaked a couple months back, and left him a sizable personal library in his will
>Of course, the kid didn't want to read, so he convinced his hambeast mom to sell it all for an Xbone and a copy of COD
>He still didn't have enough after the sale, but thankfully the mother blimp dragged him out before he could throw a tantrum
>After they left I had a better chance to look over the collection
>It looked like the grandfather was a big fan of fantasy and the occult, with some old roleplaying books tossed in
>It was mostly supplemental books from AD&D, but one stuck out in particular
>It looked like it was supposed to be the DM's manual, but it was bound in black leather
>At first I thought it might have been a limited edition version, and started to flip through it
>While a decent portion of the book looked like it was from the official DM manual, there was a lot more homebrew chapters that had been added in
>I set the tome aside with the rest of the D&D collection, and finished processing the rest of the books into the store system, ending my shift
>After closing up, I looked over at the stack of D&D books one last time, and weighed my options
>There was just something about that particular book that gnawed at me
>With a shrug, I grabbed the stack and tucked it under my arm, I would just have it taken out of my check later

>It started to rain as soon as I left the parking lot, but it didn't bother me too much, beyond altering dinner plans
>Grilling isn't too fun in a downpour
>So after a small detour for fast food, I arrived home, a small two bedroom house I rented with a friend
>Since it was a rental, smoking was forbidden inside, so I usually supported my filthy habit on the porch
>So with no desire to get soaked just yet, I stayed in my car, struck a match for my smoke, and grabbed the DM tome again
>The homebrew entries we're a little odd at closer inspection, to say the least
>There was a section on potions and the modern equivalents for ingredients
>And another section on forging weapons with specific step by step instructions
>I tapped out part of my smoke in the ashtray, and flipped forward to the next section, the added bestiary
>Things only got stranger from there
>Most of the entries we're in depth, almost too much so
>Both in specific weak points to attack, along with more intimate knowledge
>At this point it was safe to say the old man was a perv, but he had interesting tastes
>I flipped forward a few pages, and hissed as a sharp pain ran up my hand
>I pulled my hand away and flicked it a few times, before looking at the damage
>It was a paper cut, but it looked more like a knife gash with how much blood was oozing out
>I sucked on the finger for a moment, and looked back at the page I landed on
>"Hellhound"
>Scanning down the entry, the thing certainly didn't sound nice
>Bodily harm is the least of an adventurer's worries, for if caught, the beast would rip and tear at their mind and soul, night after night for eternity
>If I did end up running a campaign with these books, this thing would definitely be a boss encounter for anything low level
>Below it's… detailed description, was another section I hadn't seen in other entries before
>"Summons notes"
>Right under that was a set of odd words I couldn't make out
>And being the dipshit I was, I said them aloud trying to make sense of them

"Claw-too…Bahrah-dah…Knick-too…"
>The spelling of the phrase was odd, but that's what it sounded like phonetically
>After that was a list of ingredients, including but not limited to
>Charred flesh
>Sulpher
>Ash of Herb
>And Human blood
>One was supposed to douse the ashes in blood, followed by saying the phrase outloud
>I paused mid drag of smoke, and glanced down at the ashtray
>A drop of blood from my finger was in there, having landed on the side of the tray and dripping down, from when I carelessly flicked my hand around
>A loud clatter behind the car made me jump and cough up a storm, almost losing my smoke in the process
>I glanced in the side mirror, and frowned as I watched a racoon scamper off from our tipped over garbage
>Fucking rodent almost gave me a heart attack
>I sighed, and looked back down at the book, only to hear a knock at my passenger window
>Thinking it was my roommate, I take a moment to look up, waving my finger to mean just a second
>The rest of summons entry seemed basic, but there was a small footnote towards the bottom
>"Once summoned, they're almost impossible to banish until they've been appeased"
>Way to be overdramatic, you crazy old pervert
>There was a second knock at the passenger window, and I snuffed out my cigarette before I glanced up
"Yeah Yeah, whaddya want Ton-"
>I froze in place as I locked eyes with a pair of bright orange orbs, the color rolling like flames, their stare boring right into me
>A wide toothy grin sat below them, only getting wider the longer we stared
>The eyes broke contact first, glancing away to it's side
>I followed it's gaze, which ended in a single raised claw from it's furred, paw-looking hand
>The orange orbs returned their gaze to mine, as the claw lowered
>With a dull pop, my car started to sink toward's the creature's side

>My eyes widened as my mind finally registered what was happening, and I began to fumble for the auto-lock button on the door
>But by the time I hit the button, the creature had the passenger door open
>Time seemed to slow as I watched it crawl in, my hands fumbling to re-open the lock
>After a few tense moments I was able to release it, and soon fell out of my car onto my ass
>I scooted back and tried to kick the door shut, turning to get up and sprint for the porch
>The creature stopped the door from shutting completely, and was hot on my heels, ripping the screen door off the frame as I bolted into the house
>The thing was fast, nearly grabbing my arm as I bolted for the kitchen, causing me to stumble
>With a clatter I tripped into the room, knocking some items off the countertop as I hit the cabinet
>I whipped around, and finally saw the creature in the light for the first time
>It, or I should say She, as it was clearly feminine, stood in the doorway, growling angrily at me, but not advancing
>Glancing down, I saw that a salt shaker from the counter had spilled out at the doorway, covering the entrance
>I looked back at the hellhound, meeting her eyes for a second before she bolted into the other room
>I glanced over my shoulder at the other kitchen door, and back down once more at the salt
>It didn't take long for me to out two and two together, and I soon began whipping the cabinets open, looking for more salt
>I soon found the familiar label of the girl in the yellow raincoat, and began to dump it at the other kitchen entrance
>Moments later I was face to face with the Hellhound again, almost skidding to a stop in her tracks, scowling at me
>She soon ran off again, and I quickly looked around for another entrance
>My eyes landed on the window above the sink, and I doused the sill in more of the white mineral
>A pair of angry orange eyes glared at me through the glass, before disappearing again
>I glanced around the kitchen again, and let out a sigh of relief as I leaned against the fridge
>I had successfully blocked the entrances… somehow
>But that line from the book stuck out in my mind
>Specifically the "impossible to banish" part
>I soon felt ill once I realized what I did
>I had just trapped myself in a cage with a hungry beast prowling around it
>I slammed the back of my head against the fridge in frustration
"Well fuck me I guess, right?"

>I heard a soft, fluttery laugh, followed by a woman's voice
>"Well, that's kinda the idea."
>The Hellhound appeared in the door opposite of the fridge, my bag of fast food clenched in her paw-hand
>She gave me a toothy smirk, and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall opposite of myself
>I just stared dumbfounded, frozen in place against the fridge
>She didn't seem to care for that, as the beast let out a sigh and frowned
>"So are you gonna sit there and gawk all night or what?"
>I blinked a few times, trying to process the fact the beast is not only fucking talking, but is also quite the damn looker
>Although the random tufts of black fur along her ash-toned body gave her a some modesty, it did little to hide her pronounced bust and thick thighs
>I tried to speak, but all that managed to come out was a small squeak
>That caused her to smirk again, the orange flames in her eyes rolling
>"Look, why don't we just make this easy for both of us. You come step over this salt, and I'll show your mind, body, and-"
>She paused to lick her lips, giving her lip a small bite while the orange flames rolled faster, finishing with a wider grin
>"- Soul such hellishly wonderful sights and sensations, you'll never want to leave my side."
>I started to feel sweat drip down the side of my face, as my voice finally returned
"A-and uh, if I… don't?"
>Her grin got a little wider
>"I'll find a way in there eventually. We got all night to ourselves."
>I felt my heart start to sink into my stomach, when I thought of my roommate
>He's usually off from his security job at this time, if I could just get ahold of him-
>My thought process then ground to a halt when I remembered he started doing night shifts last week
>I must have paled, because her grin only grew wider, her fangs unsettling me further
>The tension stayed this way for a few moments, before a growl from my stomach broke the silence
>The hellhound started to laugh, that same soft fluttery laugh from earlier, which sounded so bizarre coming from a creature like her
>She then held up my bag of food in her other paw and shook it
>"Aww, hungry? Why don't you be a good boy and come here~"


"Uhh… no thanks."
>I'm not giving up my soul that easy
>Besides, I was in the kitchen after all
>She let out another, softer laugh, and smiled
>"You sure? Cause the longer you stay in there, the more rough I'll be once I catch you~"
>I tried to hide it, but I swallowed nervously
"I'm pretty sure, yeah."
>I turn around to open the fridge, only to find beer and some condiments
>I frown, and open the freezer
>There's my steak (but I suck at pan frying), some freezer burned toaster pastries, and a tray of ice
>With a sigh I shut both doors, and walk over to the pantry cupboard
>I can practically feel her eyes boring into my back the whole time
>Beyond the stacks of useless hamburger helper boxes, there was a couple cans of refried beans, a can of tuna, and the last third of a bread loaf
>I grabbed the tuna can, and flipped it over
>It's been expired by a year
>I grumbled to myself, and heard her damned soft laugh once more
>"Having troubles?"
>I walked back over to the fridge, and against my better judgement, grabbed a beer
"I guess you could say that."
>I gave her a frown as I cracked open the can
>She just smiled back, and suddenly tossed my bag of fast food through the door
>I nearly dropped my beer in surprise, but managed to clumsily catch it
>I looked back at her in confusion, and she gave me a wide grin
>"Catching you through your stomach is too easy. Besides, it smells like poison."
>I blinked a few times
"Uhh…thanks?"

>"You're welcome~"
>I stared at her for a few more moments, before checking my fast food
>Other than getting a little tossed up and squished, nothing was too messed up
>I set the bag on the counter next to the fridge and looked back at the hellhound
>For a split second, it had looked like she was a foot away, smiling wide and ready to pounce
>That made me jump, but with a blink she was back in her spot against the wall, sitting cross-legged, a serene smile on her face
>"Are you okay? You seem a little... skittish~"
>She licked her lips again, though her smile didn't change
"Yeah, well, uh-"
>I took a long swig of beer
"-considering the situation, yeah, I'm a little stressed out."
>The hellhound closed her eyes and bowed her head briefly, acknowledging me
>When she opened her eyes, I swore the orange flames roiling inside began to lick out at her eyelashes, and her serene smile grew wider
>"You're honest. I like honest prey."
>I took another long swig of beer at that remark
>The hellhound then uncrossed her legs and shifted forward, laying down on her stomach in a youthful manner, her legs idly kicking in the air behind her lazily swishing tail
>She held her head up with one paw, her cheek resting in her palm, and let out a short soft chuckle
>"So, what's your name, cutie?~"

"Why should I tell you?"
>She chuckled again, and her tail started to wag faster
>"Oh come now, there's no need to be shy~"
>Her smile turned into a toothy grin, followed by a wink
>"If it makes you feel any better, you can call me Cierra~"
>It did anything but
>I took another swig of beer, and finished the can surprisingly early
>Well, if she wants to be short, two can play at that
"Fine. I'm Andy."
>"Andy…?"
"Just Andy, for now."
>She chuckled again
>"I'll accept that."
>I set my empty can on the counter, and popped the fridge open again
>I set my hand on one of the gold and white cans of beer, and lingered for a moment
"Hey uh, you thirsty at all?"
>Another soft laugh sounded out
>"Sure, I could go for a drink or two~"
>I grabbed a second can and turned around, tossing it underhanded towards her
>She was quick to catch it, and stared at the top for a few seconds, before puncturing a hole with one of her claws
> I guess that's one way to open it
>She then took a slow and careful sip, followed by a smirk and a longer sip
>"I could get used these~"
>I couldn't help but snort, and opened my beer
"Well welcome to the high life, Cierra."
>"Why thank you, Andy~"
>She bowed her head again, and I rose my can to her briefly followed by another long gulp
"You know, to be frank, you're kinda oddly polite for a fricken demon."
>"Oh, you think so?~"
>The low rumble of thunder sounded out over the light patter of rain from outside
>"That doesn't mean I don't like to play… rough~"

>I took another, somewhat more nervous swig of beer, trying to keep my imagination from turning gruesome
>It didn't work, to say the least, and I felt myself pale again
>Cierra rolled her eyes at me, the orange flames inside licking over her eyelashes more prominently, still smirking
>"Oh calm down, even when I draw blood you'll be loving every second~"
>Another rumble of thunder rolled in, much closer this time, the lights dimming briefly from it
>Uh oh
>My thoughts turned towards the weather app on my phone, when I felt my heart skip a beat
>Damn it, of course! I could call my roommate, a priest, anything
>I immediately reached my hand into my jean pocket, only to find it empty
>A mental image of my phone sitting in my car's cup holder immediately flashed by
>I knocked the back of my head against the fridge again in frustration, and let out a sigh
>Cierra watched the whole time, sipping at her can, and rose her eyebrow
>"What's wrong now?"
>I glared at her for a moment, and turned away from her, taking a few steps down towards the counter drawers
"Just… problems on top of problems."
>I started rooting through the junk drawer, looking for anything to help if the storm became worse
>"Oh, so I'm a problem now, hmmm?~"
>I immediately found a small flashlight, which I set on the counter, and turned back to the hellhound
"Well with my life kinda on the line and all…"
>I held up my hand, with my thumb and forefinger just barely apart, and nodded
"Yeah, just a lil bit."
>She simply snorted and rolled her eyes
>"You say that like that's a bad thing~"
>I just grimaced and turned around, resuming my search through the drawer
>Luckily, I was able to find a couple tea lights, another book of matches, and a small working FM radio
>However, the reception on it was garbage, and it took some fiddling before I was able to tune something decent in

>I left the radio where it was, and gathered the rest, sliding it all down the counter towards my spot at the fridge
>I then went to grab my beer, only to discover it was empty
>That shouldn't be though, I only took two swigs
>I shook my head, dismissing it as my nerves once more, and opened the fridge for another beer
>"Hey, I'll have another if you have more~"
>With a shrug I grabbed a second can, and turned around to toss it at her
>Cierra snatched it with ease, and had it piereced with her claw a second later, taking a long sip
"You really like those, don't you?"
>I cracked my beer and took a swig, watching as she had another long sip
>"Ahh… the taste is odd, and I'm not used to the bubbles, but I like them~"
>I shrugged again, when the song on the radio finished up, followed by the station's jingle
>"You're listening to KD93, the best classic rock in the metro! Here's your weather update for tonight; That thunderstorm overhead is going to get a little  worse tonight, but it should disperse around three this morning. Tomorrow's clear and sunny with a high of seventy three. That's KD Weather, now here's a word from our sponsors!"
>I frowned, and took another sip of beer
>While I can stay all night in the kitchen if I have to, I would have preferred it without the risk of a power outage
>Cierra's tail, meanwhile, began to wag faster, and her serene look returned
>"Good, I like storms, they always make a hunt so much more fun~"
>She then took another long sip, finishing the beer  in moments, and set the can down next to two other empties at her side
>"Andy, could you be a good boy and fetch me another?~"
>I grumbled, but gave her a nod and grabbed another from the fridge
>Damn woman's going to finish my last case before I do, I swear
>I tossed the beer at her, and in moments she had it snatched and open
>"Thaaaank you, dear~"
>I glanced down again at her empty cans, and blinked a few times
"Hey, didn't I only give you two beers before that one?"
>Cierra shook her head, and took a sip, smirking afterwards
>"No, you gave me three. Don't you remember?~"
>I stared a few moments longer, and finished my beer
>There was a sudden flash through the window, followed by a crack, and with a pitiful flicker, the lights went dead

"Shiiit."
>The only light left in the room came from the glow of Cierra's orange eyes
>I heard the hellhound take a long drink, her gaze narrowing slightly, followed by the sound of an empty can falling on the floor
>"Playtime~"
>With that, the orange glow was snuffed out, and I was in complete darkness
>Only the sounds of the pattering rain against the window, the low rumbles in the distance, and the tinny speaker of the battery-run radio we're my company
>My left hand began to sweep across the counter top,  and I soon found the small flashlight
>With a click the weak beam flickered on, and I swept the light across the kitchen
>Nothing looked disturbed, so far, but Cierra was expectedly no where to be found
>The occasional random clatter in the house, however, hinted at her location
>With a nervous sigh, I swept the light across the counter-top, and began to light the small tea lights with one of the spare matches, my hands slightly shaking
>I then clicked the flashlight off, but kept it in my hand
>Best not to waste it too much, after all
>Once that was finished, I snagged another beer from the fridge, and leaned against the counter, my eyes flicking between the two entrances
>Even though the salt lines kept her out somehow, I was still concerned with her busting through one of the walls next to the door
>I quickly cracked the can open, and took a couple swigs, my hands shaking worse than before
"Fuck, I could use a smoke right now…"
>There was another loud clatter in the room next door, making me jump slightly
>I took a few more swigs, finishing the can quicker than I expected, and grabbed another
>With my nerves frayed, I started drinking the next can steadily, and jumped once more when lightning struck
>In the brief illumination, I saw Cierra sitting on the counter at the far end of the kitchen, grinning and waving
>I nearly dropped my beer, and quickly backed to the opposite end of the kitchen
>The flame from the tea lights only showed rippling shadows at the end, and a quick click of my flashlight shown the counter top completely empty
>The rest of my beer was soon gone, and I sweeped the beam of the flashlight across the kitchen in panic
>I could feel the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and even in my gut, I knew it was just a matter of sooner rather than later
>A small clatter behind me made me jump a few feet forward, and I whipped around, my flashlight at the counter
>My cigarette pack was on the counter, stuck between the toaster and the coffee machine
>It was then I felt something grip my left shoulder, and a hot breath puffed across my ear
>"Got yooooouuuu~"

>Before I knew it, I was spun around, and found myself face to face with Cierra
>She slowly opened her eyes, as flames quickly licked out, bathing the room in an orange glow
>Her paws gripped tightly on my shoulders, and in moments my back was to the kitchen floor, the wind knocked out of me
>I gasped for breath while the hellhound straddled me, her claws digging harder into my shoulders
>I squirmed and struggled to get free from her grasp, my eyes darting about as I looked for an opening
>She licked her lips yet again, and with a grin, pressed down on my shoulders firmly
>"Do you have any idea how fucking cute you look, this scared?"
>I gasped for breath a few more times, causing her grin to become wider and more toothy, and finally managed to get a lungful of air
"Buh… B-But… the salt? How?"
>Cierra glanced over her shoulder at the door, turning back with a smug grin
>"You had the right idea, buuuut~"
>She leaned down next to my left ear, and gave it a small lick
>"If you wanna keep a demon away, you need pure salt, honey~"
>She followed with a quick nip to my ear, and leaned back, moving her paws from my shoulders to my chest
>I tore my gaze away from her form, and looked at the counter where I'd left the salt, the writing on the side of the can clear under the orange glow
>Iodized
>With my stress and frustration boiling over, I redoubled my struggle, practically flailing, and started to smack the back of my head against the floor in anger
"No! Fucking NO! I don't wanna fucking die like this! N-"
>After the fourth strike, I felt her right paw leave my shoulder, and it cupped the back of my head, stopping me from hitting the floor a fifth time
>My eyes refocused on the hellhound, and my movements ceased in surprise
>Her smug look was gone, instead replaced with one that was both concerned and irritated
>"Hey, knock that off, you aren't doing yourself any favors."
>I scowled at her
"Oh, yeah, cause getting killed by being fucking ripped to pieces, not to mention having my god damned soul dragged to hell, is a better fucking alternative, huh?!"
>Cierra frowned and rolled her eyes
>"You're cute, but you're kind of a dumbass."
>Her other paw left my shoulder, and she leaned down, touching the tips of our noses, the flames licking from her eyes casting an inviting warmth
>"If I was going to kill you, I would have done so outside. I've had other things in mind from the start~"
>She shifted and leaned closer, and I soon experienced the most tender kiss in my life, up to that point
>My eyes widened as her tongue parted my lips, her paw pressing my head closer as our kiss deepened
>She let out a soft and yearning moan, her tongue dancing circles around my own, and just as sudden, she pulled away
>A small string of saliva dripped from her lower lip, and with a smirk, she firmly pressed her hips against my own
>"Think of tonight being like our honeymoon~ Do you understand?"
>I blinked, gulped hard, and nodded
"Y-yeah… Yeah I think I'm okay that."
>Her smirk turned back into a wide smug grin
>"Gooooood boy~

>She followed up with another kiss, much more forceful this time, her paw still pressing my head closer
>Her tongue probed and lapped at every spot it could reach,  while her other paw tugged at my shirt, starting to rip it at the seams
>My lungs began to burn for air, and with no signs of her ceasing the liplock, I frantically began to tap my hand against her thigh
>It took a few moments for her to get the signal, and with a pop she pulled away, grinning and licking her lips
>I gasped for air immediately, my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest
>"Can't hold your breath for very long, hmmm?~"
>Still panting furiously, I nodded a few times, to which Cierra softly giggled
>"We're gonna have to work on that, hun~"
>Her other paw snaked around from my chest to my back, and with a huff, I was pulled up, sitting upright with Cierra in my lap
>She then started to grind her hips against my own, as her orange eyes stared down into mine
>"Let's start with something easy~"
>With a smirk, her paw quickly pressed me against her chest, burying my face between her tits
>I barely had time to take a breath before I was ear-deep in her cleavage
>Her other paw grabbed my hand from her waist, slowly trailing it up her side to her breast
>"Go ahead and play with them, but keep your breath held as long as you can~"
>I took her invitation, my other hand joining the one she dragged up, squeezing the large orbs tighter against my face
>My fingers kneaded into the soft flesh, soon finding her hardened nipples, which are quickly pinched
>Cierra let out another rumbling moan, her paw pressing my head between her tits as harder
>"MmMMmm…. good boy, keep exploring~"
>Spurred on, I squeeze and pull at the nubs harder, and opened my mouth, sucking and nibbling at the side of her breast
>Her hips continue to grind against mine, and I soon feel her wetness soaking into my crotch
>Sooner than I had wanted, my lungs began to burn for air, and I tapped my hand against her tit
>Her paw eased up, and I pulled away, gasping as much fresh air as I could
>She smirked, running her paw through my hair
>"You did better, but not by much~"
>I took another deep breath, and slightly frowned
"Well, gimme a moment to breathe next time, I didn't want to pull away that quick either."
>Cierra simply grinned wider, and slowly pushed me back down against the floor
>"Then let's try something harder~"
>And with that, she shifted around, and her glistening slit was only inches from my face
>"If you're a really good boy, you might get a reward~"

>She hovered there for a few more moments, giving me a chance to catch my breath
>I place my hands on her thighs again, and her paws covers them
>"Are you ready?"
>She gave my hands a gentle squeeze, and I took one last big breath
"Whenever you ar-"
>Immediately her wet folds pressed against my open mouth, and after my slight shock at her suddenness passed, I went to work
>My tongue ran up and and down her slit, eliciting a slight shudder and light moan from the hellhound
>"Mm.. there you go, don't leave any little spot untasted now~"
>She shifted around once again, pressing herself tighter against my face, further sealing away any chance to sneak a breath
>I quickly followed her urging, my tongue probing every spot I could reach
>Her body continued to tremor and shudder, becoming stronger in certain spots, which I soon focused on
>"Nmmff… right there, that's a good boy, Andy~"
>I worked harder between her spots, snaking patterns between them
>I was rewarded with more of her juices, enough to ignore the creeping burn in my lungs for the moment
>Cierra kept shuddering, her thighs clamping down around my head firmer
>"Ahhhnnnn… good boy, keep doing thaAAat!~
>I picked up the pace, finding a pattern she liked the most and exploiting it
>The burn in my lungs grew worse, but I steeled on, feeling closer to the prize
>Only when it felt they were about to burst did she give a violent shake, soaking my face, while her thighs clenched tighter
>I frantically tapped at her thigh once more, and she quickly lifted off, loud gasps following as I gulped for air
>I then coughed a few times while she adjusted, once again straddling my hips
>She leaned down as my breathing slowed, licking the mess off my face before moving in for a kiss
>Her tongue probed around my mouth, looking for any leftover taste of hers, before she soon broke it
>"Mmmm, that was much better than before… but I know you could hold it for longer~"
>She gave me a smirk, and I couldn't help but quip
"I guess I'll need more practice then, huh?"
>Her smirk widened into a smile, followed by her soft laugh
>"I guess so! But first, let's get to your reward for being a good, good boy~"

>She immediately began to grind against me once more, and gave me another, shorter kiss
>Once it broke, her paw grabbed at my shirt, and in a clean pull ripped it off from the seams
>I was too horny to care at that point, my eyes locking to hers as she dropped and slowly slid down, lightly nipping and biting at my chest
>She was soon eye level with my crotch, breaking our stare to frown at my jeans
>In another quick motion, she tore the denim, along with my cotton boxers, in half, sending the button flying through the air
>Finally unobstructed, my cock sprang up, throbbing hard from all the earlier play
>The glee in her eyes literally brightened the room, the flames from the licking even higher
>Her paw quickly grasped it, the soft pads squeezing and rubbing in just the right spots
>I took a sharp breath and bit my bottom lip, as her thumb began to rub at the head, spreading around my leaking pre
>"Wooow~ you're oozing out so much! You must want it bad, don't you honey?~"
>I bit harder into my lip, and nodded, my breath picking up pace
>Cierra grinned, and without a word, fell down on my length, swallowing it one go, her eyes staring intently into mine
>When her nose touched my skin, her throat tightened around me, followed by a low, rumbling moan
>It soon became a half growl, and she ever so slowly pulled back, only to drop down at twice the speed
>My cock was bombared with spikes of pleasure, her growl vibrating it to heights I never thought possible, while her mouth and throat were like a vacuum
>I felt my imminent orgasm boil deep down, and I let out an almost pained groan
>Right away, I felt a tight pressure aroud the base of my length, the thumb and forefinger of her paw forming a ring and pinching off my release, as her mouth pulled away with a pop
>"Mm mm mmm, not yet honey, I want you to beg for it~"
>Then almost as fast, she dove back down, my cockhead stuck firmly between her lips whie her tongue assaulted it, the tight ring around my length pumping up and down agonizingly slow
>My toes curled as my back arched, and I let out another moan, which only encouraged her
>My balls tightened against me hurting for release, and I thrashed my head around, the sensation soon becoming too much
"C-cierra… please… please let me cum!!"
>I could feel her giggles on my head, and pulled off with another pop
>"Mmm, that's my good boy!~"
>With the she swallowed the head once more, continuing the assault while loosening the her paw's grip
>Immediately I came, spurt after spurt filling her mouth, her paw pumping more and more out
>She pulled back towards the end, letting my cock stain her neck and cleavage with white, which almost glowed against her skin
>Once I slowed to a dribble she sat up, staring into my eyes once more as a wide smile grew across her face
>My seed leaked out from her lips and dripped down her chin, falling into the mess between her tits
>With a loud gulp, she swallowed the rest, a visible lump travelling down throat, and licked her lips, her paw scooping up some more from her chest to bring to her waiting mouth
>I didn't think I could get harder than I already was, but the sight of that proved me wrong
>"So, ready for round two?~"

>I simply nodded, too caught up in her lewd display to form words
>Cierra finished wiping the last of my mess off her chest, sucking the last few drops off of her fingers, and smirked at my twitching cock
>"Still eager, I see~"
>And with that, she moved over me, her right paw on my chest for balance, slit hovering just above my rod, close enough to feel the heat
>She grasped my length with her left paw, giving it a firm squeeze as she lowered down
>I gasped as her folds swallowed my head, the unbelievable heat and tightness taking my breath
>My hands quickly grabbed at her ass, urging her to drop faster, but she kept her agonizingly slow descent, and let out a soft, airy laugh
>"We're going as fast as I want, honey, remember that~"
>I felt her claws dig into my chest, getting firmer the more she sank down
>After what felt like hours, I was finally hilted, her hips pressing down hard
>Her tightness made my head spin, the feeling growing tenfold when she started to twist and squirm her hips
>I bit my lip at the assault, and with a satisfied sigh, she paused, leaning down to rest her forehead on my own
>"Nnmmf… ahhh, you're a perfect fit~"
>She followed up with a soft kiss, breaking it with a giggle and another toe-curling squeeze below
>"Hold on as long as you can take it, hun~"
>With another tight squeeze that made my vision blur, she made it clear it wouldn't be totally by my choice
>It was then she started to rise, just as agonizingly slow and still just as tight
>The entire time she stayed face to face, eyes locked onto mine, and the deep roiling fire too mezmerizing to break from
>Once she reached her peak, my tip still inside her, she started to fall and rise, faster than before, but still at a relaxed pace, allowing Cierra to squeeze and twist at all the right spots
>My hands sank further into her ass as I gripped on, soon panting as she slowly coaxed me to the edge
>She held me at that point for so long, that the storm finally slowed to a stop
>She then kissed me once more, holding it longer than the last, her tightness easing up just enough for me release
>I moaned into her mouth as I erupted, load after white load filling her insides
>After more shots than I thought I was capable of I finally slowed to a stop, causing Cierra to break the kiss
>"Ohhh gods, I think you've almost got me filled to the brim~"
>She gave my dick another squeeze, and I let out a short moan, causing her to laugh again
>"Ahh, I think you got one more in you, hun. Do you wanna go fuck somewhere a lil more comfy?"
>I couldn't help but chuckle back
"Y-yeah, sure. Lemme have another drink and a smoke quick though…"
>Cierra playfully rubbed her nose against mine, and leaned back
>"Alright then, but I get another drink too!"

>With that, the hellhound slowly stood up, sliding off my length with a satisfied sigh
>I started to rise right after, my knees popping from being pinned for so long, wincing slightly as the soreness in my pelvis throbbed through the pleasant afterglow
>Cierra offered a paw, gently helping me up once I grabbed it
>Once I was on my feet, I limped over to the counter and leaned on it, grabbing some matches and my smokes from where the hellhound tossed them earlier
>Cierra was already rooting through the fridge, her ass swaying side to side playfully while her tail wagged at the same pace
>I couldn't help but smile at the cute scene, which ended sooner than I wanted when she found her prize
>With two beers in each paw, she shut the fridge with a butt-bump, and gestured towards the hall door
>"Do you want some help outside, or are you okay?"
>I shook my head, and took a step from the counter, wincing slightly once more
"I'll be alright, just a little sore. I'm not down and out yet."
>She let out a soft laugh, and started towards the door
>"Good!~ Shall we?"
>I smiled and followed her lead, pausing briefly to shrug and grab the small radio
>May as well I thought, I didn't mind the ambient noise
>It was only when we were on the small front porch, thanks to a freezing gust of wind, that I realized I was still butt-ass naked
>I wasn't cold for long though, thankfully
>Cierra set the beer on the railing, then stepped behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and squeezing me closer, her body heat halting the chill
>"Better?~"
"Much better, thank you."
>I felt her warm up a little more, and the swishing sound of her wagging tail sped up
>I then set the radio by the beer and lit a smoke, taking a drag as I looked out into the yard, only to frown
>The torn off screen door was laying in the yard, and my car still had a flat
>Cierra must have shut the driver's door though, as it wasn't hanging open like I remembered
"Looks like I'm gonna have to call in sick to work… though I think that was a given, after tonight"
>I felt the hellhound squeeze me again, one paw leaving my waist to grab and open a beer before offering it to me
>"That isn't a problem, right honey?"
>I shook my head and chuckled
"Nah, I'll be alright, they'll just be wondering all day long how in the hell I hurt my pelvis."
>Cierra's soft laughter joined my own, and she gave me another affectionate squeeze