Sweaty Hellhound

	You nearly heaved as you step off the treadmill, sweat dripping down your face periodically. It didn't help that summer had arrived a few weeks earlier, bringing with a terrible heat wave where the numbers kept racking up. It was inconvenient timing that you decided to take up running again, then again, you remembered who you were living with and how important it was to keep in shape. It wasn't like you were heavy, the opposite actually, you were so skinny that as she put it "I could break you like a chicken". That of course was an exaggeration, you did have "some" muscle mass. Then again, when it came to "break", it wasn't so much of an exaggeration.

    Throwing a sweaty towel onto a chair, you trudge over to the air conditioner in the corner of the room and set it to max. You threw yourself on the couch and closed your eyes, waiting for the cool air to wash over you. You waited. And waited. You forced yourself up and wave your hands in front of the vents. Nothing. You turned it on and off. Nothing. You kicked it. Nothing. A cold sweat crawled it's way up your neck, a stark contrast to the sweltering heat. "Scheiße" you muttered, kicking the broken AC out of spite.

    "I'm gonna die, i'm gonna die..." you repeated in a mantra, running through the house to find an old fan or even those flimsy paper fans. You ran to the freezer, upon opening it a delightful chill blasted your face, which you would be less reluctant to leave if your ass wasn't on the line. You picked up a bag of frozen vegetables but discarded it just as quickly, it was too small for her and it would melt on contact. Your last option, cracking open a window only to find how horribly humid it was outside. Slamming the window shut, you fell back on the couch, arms strewn, as if you had given up and were waiting for the heat to finally take you.

    You laid your head back and closed your eyes. You were tired, legs sore, and with no cool air you're resolve finally broke. All that was left was to let the inevit-

    "Babe~, i'm back!" a sing song voice boomed as the door to your apartment swung open.

    There she is, always with that big grin on her face. Her name was Luna and she was a hellhound. She was pretty big for a hellhound, though that was hard to conceptualize as most hellhounds looked big to you. She sported a black compression shirt that failed to properly compress her massive chest. Damn mamano sporting good stores, you suspected that the labeled clothing sizes were actually a size smaller.

    Was it your heat induced delirium or did her chest get bigger? Gravity and compression shirts be praised, her breasts seemed to swell out against the stressed fabric, swinging to and fro like a sensual hypnosis. They easily were the size of your head, something within you was begging to get lost into that deep valley.

    "Whoa, you look like you got hit by a truck! Have you been drinking water like I asked?" her cheery voice took on a more stern tone, and only then did you notice she was bending over you. Your eyes rise above her titanic mammaries to see flames playfully flicker around hers. Ruby pupils float in a sea of black sclera.

    You grunt something ineligible, and while you could look into her eyes forever, you're drawn to her chest once more.

    Luna smirks, her smirk turning into a wide, toothy grin. She giggles as she plays with her massive chest, lifting them only to let them drop and bounce infront of your eyes.

    You can only nod, bring up your hands to feel them. Within inches of your hands you can already feel the warmth radiate from them.

    She only giggles more, her giggling infectious. "Well if you want them that bad, I can never resist an opportunity to smother you!" she says ardently. She rips her compression shirt off to reveal her ashy skin, gleaming with sweat. Her fat tits are barely constrained by a sports bra, yet you have no more time to observe as she hugs you to her chest.

    Soft tits cover both sides of your head, and you bury your face into the bright orange fur below her neck. It's like being infront of a campfire, your cheeks are warm and you start to feel hot. The sweat on each large mound makes them glisten, slicking your face as you contently have your head swooshed from side to side. You hear Luna laugh above you, which reverberates to her chest and they jostle once more. You can hear her heartbeat, steadily rising as she holds you tighter. The heat was too much, her chest too comfy. Your eyelids start to drop, and you nestle your head against her the warm fur on her chest.

    Suddenly you are torn from her embrace, and while you do feel cooler, you can't help but want to back in. "Miss me already? Don't worry, i'm just putting the air on, I really don't want you to get heat stroke" she winks at you and turns to the AC unit on the other end of the room. You manage to look over the couch with renewed energy, to tell her otherwise, until you see she's bent down.

    Luna is a big girl, so most of the time she has to bend over to reach stuff, much to your benefit. Two round globes are proudly displayed, as heavy as they look. The spats shes wearing only seem to emphasize how thick her ass is, the fabric stretched to its limit as you can faintly see the light grey color of her skin through them. Her fluffy black tail wags impatiently in tandem with her hips as they move side to side. As your gaze lingers, you start to feel your cock stiffen through your shorts.

    A loud crash fills the room and you jump out of your stupor to notice the source. The AC unit now has a huge dent into the middle, well, after Luna takes her paw out of it. "My bad Anon, this piece of junk's busted..." she gives you a coy smile. "Looks like we'll have to cool off the regular way" her tone becomes much more sultry, and her tail tell toothy grin appears. Luna was exceptionally impulsive similar to others of her species, you had learned this first hand too many times.

    Luna raises her arms to take off her bra, ever so slowly, letting you see her breasts struggle to break free of their constrains. Her tits drop freely, nubs standing to attention on top of her black areolas. Her spats are off just as fast, her thighs flexed to show off just how strong they are. Her tail is wagging faster now, knowing that you're looking at all of her. "Anon, can you go to the freezer to get some ices packs? I'm on fire" she snorts at her little joke as you walk over to the fridge.

    This is exactly what you were afraid would happen. Sure, you loved Luna and the lovemaking was divine, but you're sure this time you would die. Whenever the temperature gets into the high 90s, she sort of "heats up", her body heat increasing in proportion to her arousal. No air, 100 degrees out, and a horny hellhound is a recipe for pure pelvic destruction. You hope this ice pack can cool her down a bit so you don't get obliterated, or to at least be able to walk on your own the next morning.

    "Hey, Luna, I got th-" you're unable to finish your sentence as you turn around, because you're face to face with tight ash colored abs. You look up and see Luna's breasts heaving, her breathing rushed. Her eyes, the flames around her eyes were burning brightly, the red pupils burning into your own. Her smile looked more malicious and lewd as a red blush covered her cheeks.

    "I'm reallllyyy hot over here Anon, can you cool me off?" her voice husky as she rubbed her lower tummy.

    You were frozen in place, she had you up against the fridge. What you feared had come to light, you were dead mea-

    "I SAID, cool me OFF" Luna said seriously, her face dark and foreboding. With no choice, you slowly put the ice pack on her tight six pack abs, to which she gasped in surprise as soon as it makes contact. Steam rises from the ice pack, and you gulp loudly as you notice her abs and body heat are so hot that she melts ice. In no time at all the ice pack was nothing but plastic in your hand, and nothing but steam evaporating off of her. You should be afraid, and you are, but you're also rock hard.

    Her abs glisten with sweat, accentuating each blocky abdominal as the droplets run down in neat lines down the middle. Of course, she had just got back from the gym a few minutes ago. Hellhounds often congregated in gyms or parks as to temper their natural aggression and energy, though Luna always makes sure to correct you stating that her aggression is just passion. Your dick could say otherwise. Looking upon the set of muscles before you, something primal works its way from the depths of your conscious, taking over rational thought and your dick. You out your face close to her abs, feeling the heat radiate from her core, and run your tongue up the middle.

    This elicits a gasp from Luna, and while you would love to see the look on her face, you can't see much of it with her tits in the way. The taste of sweat lingers on your tongue, and...soot? Did hellhounds naturally produce soot or? Your questions are left unanswered as your world is shifted downward to the floor as your pushed down. You head hits the floor abruptly, and you're about to inquire why the hell that was about but the sight silences you. You were well familiar with view but it made your breath catch in your throat every time regardless.

    Luna stands over you, her back to you so that all you can see is her ass looming you. You catch a glimpse of her puffy honeypot, but something drips onto your face. Sweat and something thicker. She looks over her shoulder, her fluffy ears twitching in anticipation of whats to come. "You know...if you're gonna give me a tongue bath, I got somethin' that needs some love" she remarks huskily. If the point wasn't clear already, she gives a firm slap to her ass to drive the point home. The cheeks jiggle, causing more droplets of sweat to cascade over your face.

    Without warning, Luna's ass crashes onto your face, smothering you with the ample flesh. Attempting to breath, all you can do is inhale her musky scent through your nose. All you can do is grip her thick thighs and push your face in as deep as you can, your lips against her lower lips and your nose against her backdoor. You slide your tongue against her snatch, licking the sweat around her inner thighs and the juices sliding out of her moist hole. Her thighs rub shift impatiently, "Stop teasing me and EAT" she hisses, bringing her weight down on you further, gripping the back of your head with her large paw and shoving you deeper. Your face totally crushed, you delve your tongue into her folds, across her clit, sucking on the engorged nub. With all this tongue work you could probably tie a cherry stem into a knot, but you were more focused on not suffocating. Though...would suffocating be that bad? You couldn't deny, having your face in her hot sweaty ass, your eyes rolling over from only breathing in the stuffy air, wouldn't be a bad way to go.

    No! Horny as you are, and as controlled by your urges as she is, you resolve surfaces again. You lash your tongue against her hole relentlessly, gulping the small beads of sticky fluid that drips out of her. Luna moans in delight, though your actions work against you as she bounces up and down on your face, forcing your tongue deeper and your nose to hit her twitching asshole. Gripping her firm thighs, you give one last burst of licks and you're rewarded with Luna shuttering around you, and a torrent of hot, sticky juices wetting your face. For good measure, Luna makes sure to rub her honeypot over your face one more time, slicking your face and marking you with her scent.

    She lets up, rising from her squatted form, "Godddd I needed that, you know how hot and bothered I get after a workout~.". You sputter out a grunt in response, and once again you feel your world shift as she grips under your arms and pulls you up to eye level. Your legs dangle in the air, reminding you of your height difference, her easily being somewhere over 7 feet and you being 6 feet. She always relished in the dynamic, sometimes coming up behind you while working and dropping her tits to rest over your head. Or the fact that every night, she always smothered you under her, and even if you managed to maneuver your way out she'd wrap her arms over you to leave you to huff her chest fluff.

    Luna looks you over with a satisfied smile, but satisfaction turns to more hunger as she leans in to sniff you, blowing hot air over your face. "Let me clean you up" she whispers, letting her tongue drop out of her open mouth, saliva dripping onto your shirt. She drags her tongue from your chin to your cheek, stopping to take extra care in slathering your lips. "Delicious", she hums contently, continuing her ritual, marking you with her tongue. The notion of cleaning you up is lost as her tongue slips its way into your mouth. Your tongue wrestles with the hot slab of meat, much to her surprise, and her glee. She brings her mouth closer, using her gray lips to pull and suckle on your own tongue, making you moan in pleasure. You gently bite and pull on her lower lip in defiance, letting it go and watching it slightly jostle in place. Her lips crash into your once more, her tongue now filling your mouth, overpowering you for your little stunt.

    She finally pulls away, leaving you to gasp for air, "You love it as much as I do! I love how feisty you are, it only makes me hotter and wetter Anon." She peppers your jaw and cheeks in kisses, making audible smacks each times, "Which is why bouncing on that dick is going to be so much better~". Clearly excited, carrying you under her arm, she rushes to your bedroom. With oddly perfect accuracy you're thrown onto the bed and land on your back, looking up to see the massive hellhound woman jump on top of you. On instinct, she dry humps your crotch while sucking your neck, urging you to "give her that dick" in heated whispers. Obliging her, you take no time at all in shimming your way out of your shorts which is made harder by the column like thighs on either side of your hips.

    As soon as if flops out, she makes a exuberant gasp and grips it with her huge paw, eliciting a gasp of your own with the exposure to the heat of her paw pads. She aligns her pussy with your dick in record time, and slams her hips down. She's hot on the outside, but on the inside she's like a furnace, your dick feeling like it's going to melt in her merciless tunnel. With each audible and lewd slapping of your hips, she gets faster and faster, which causes you to get hotter and hotter. Your body damp with sweat, Luna's own sweat flies over you as her pelvic conquest continues. In passionate retaliation, you bring your own hips to meet hers, thrusting in sync with her slams. Her reaction is a lecherous grin and heated breaths, her tongue flopping out of her mouth and her eyes lidded in a daze.

    The heat of her walls and the way her pussy squeezes your cock, the constant bouncing of her tits, and the way that in hushed erratic whispers she repeats your name in her horny state drives you over the edge. You feel your own heat grow within the depths of your crotch, building up into a fiery eruption into her cervix, suckling on your cock for everything it has. Luna's eyes widen and her pupils dilate, howling in pleasure like a beast, her own juices forming a pool onto your thighs. She pulls you into her chest as your eyes roll into the back of your skull as her fucking continues, desperate to take you for all you have. You body feels like its on fire, as the her scorching body heat surrounds you, her tits around your head, her body glued to yours. The heat is too much, you feel like you're melting together with her, the world swirling into a combination of orange, grey, and black.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Your eyes slowly open, the shining light blinding you coming from the ceiling. Taking your time to adjust you recognize you're still in your apartment and not in the afterlife, much to your own awe. Your forehead feels cool, while the back feels hot, a dizzying sensation. You see Luna, well, Luna's chest as you find yourself your head was laying in her warm and comfortable lap. You try to force yourself up, though a firm paw forces you to stay right where you are. "Just lay down baby, relax~. I didn't know you were passed out till' I felt your skin was hot to the touch, almost like mine!" Luna laughs heartily, give you a tantalizing sight of her shaking breasts as she rubs your torso up and down. Your head almost feeling numb, you bring your hand to it, to find a plastic zip lock bag of ice cubes. "You had me worried there for a sec y'know? I thought I overdid it and was gonna have to call an ambulance or something, haha..." Luna's enthusiasm tapers off at the end, sounding unusually shy and meek.

    Easing her worries, you grab her paw in your right hand and bring it to your lips, kissing it. "I don't think you could ever hurt me, baby" you tell her in earnest, though your sore lower body seems to somewhat disagree. "After all, I think i'm the safest right here", you shift your left arm to give her thighs a squeeze, the wiry muscle resisting quite easily. You could tell that she was blushing from the way her tail hit the bed in shorter intervals.

    "Be careful, all that sweet talkin' is just gonna light my fire again." she brushes your hair with her left paw, gently massaging your scalp. Your eyes feel drowsy, and you snuggle up on her lap, closer to her abs. Her brushing continues, and pets your back slowly, as to lull you to sleep. "Close your eyes, you need your rest. Especially tomorrow, it's my rest day after all" she giggles, telling of what's to come. She was so big, so comfy, so sweet. You smile as you close your eyes, knowing that you truly believed your own words. You were safe, and you were happy. You don't really worry, or care for that matter, about getting heat stroke or not being able to walk after a wild night. You were happy in her lap, and that thought stayed with you as you descended into the land of dreams, just as it would stay with you when you woke up the next morning.