Page 18 of The Hellhound's Mate
He scented the air and moaned, eyelids fluttering, before he slowly stalked around to stand behind me. He spread his big fingers across the paper in front of me, pressing the pages flat. My ass cheeks clenched as a shiver went down my spine.
“Is that what you want, little bunny?” he rumbled in my ear.
I looked down at what I’d been drawing to realize I had quite literally sketched an anthropomorphic white rabbit with the big bad wolf holding him immobile and jacking him off. It wasn’t really my style at all, but yes, I’d had a thought or two about being Saph’s innocent little bunny.
I nodded. “Yes. I want that.”
“And should I chase you again? Make your heart pound and your breath burn and your legs tremble?” He paused to growl and pressed his bared teeth to my jaw just in front of my ear.
I had to lock my knees to stay upright and could feel my cock leaking. “I’m already like that,” I managed to whisper.
I rubbed my ass back against him and could feel the bulge of his cock wanting freedom. An embarrassing whimper escaped me, and then I gasped when he wrapped his hand around my throat.
“Remove your clothes, little bunny,” he growled at me, “or I’ll tear them off of you.”
For a second, I wondered if I really cared about this outfit all that much. I’d changed after Vera left, so it wasn’t anything all that fancy. Silk and denim, really.
Apparently, I’d taken too long to decide because a sudden swipe of his claws across my chest had my shirt gaping open. When he grabbed the jagged edges with both hands and pulled, rending the silk clean off me, I could’ve come right then and there.
I fought my jeans open and shoved them down. He still had a hand around my throat, so I couldn’t move much, and then he grabbed my wrists. He hauled my arms over my head, holding both in one of his huge hands, squeezing tightly, and I moaned wantonly as his other hand wandered across my chest and down to my cock.
Saph growled as he stroked me, pulling beads of precum from the tip and swirling it around with his thumb. It was soobscene! His black skin and midnight fur, claws so dangerously close, and me weeping with want of him.
“Please, Saph,” I begged. “Fuck me. Just like this. Please!”
I felt his cock slid free of its sheath and glide up my back, thick and hard and wet. I stuck my ass out as he moaned, trying to lure him inside me.
“Saph, please…”
His hand disappeared from view, and then I felt the tapered head of his cock at my hole. When he reached back around to hold me still as he filled me, his hand cupped my cock and balls, claws pricking my skin.
I wailed from the feel of him sinking into me but also for the threat of being impaled by daggers. I had to stare at how he held me, the way my angry cock and balls bulged through his long fingers. His claws pressed into my flesh without breaking the skin, but oh how they could destroy me so beautifully.
A desperate part of me wanted to bleed for him.
Saph held me like that as he fucked his way deeper and deeper. Stretched out and immobilized, I could do nothing but take it, take him, and whine and moan through my pleasure. I was his to use, and I loved it.
“Come for me, little bunny,” he growled, his hand massaging me while he fucked me faster and faster. “Give it all to me. Now!”
Oh, fuck, I did! I absolutely came for him on command and there in the restraint of his hand. I cried out and trembled and would’ve collapsed if he hadn’t been holding my wrists so tightly. It was forever before I came back to myself and that was with the realization that he’d flooded my ass, his hot cum slithering down my thighs.
“Good bunny,” he said on a wicked laugh before pulling out.
Quickly, I found myself placed on my back across the crypt in the center of the room. Saph ripped my jeans the rest of the way down my legs, taking my shoes with them as he tossedeverything away. I moaned, overstimulated and loving the torture, as Saph leaned in and licked my cock clean of my own cum and my ass clean of his. He took his time bathing me with his wicked tongue, and I couldn’t stop whimpering and panting while he did.
When I was a shivery mess of raw nerves, he leaned on top of me, soft fur and his heat enveloping me, and grinned like a devil.
“Are you done out here?” he asked. “Should I carry you inside to your studio so you can begin painting?”
I nodded, definitely too blissed to walk on my own.
Shortly, I had my clothes and supplies laid on my chest, and then Saph lifted me in his arms and headed down the tunnel. I kept my eyes closed in the inky darkness and buried my nose in his furry neck, breathing in the scent of sex and brimstone.
We bathed each other in his shower, my hands memorizing his musculature. I was energized to sketch my ideas onto canvas and begin painting. I needed to capture the essence of my beautiful beast so that others could see how incredible he was. Right now, I needed the world to know he was real because he deserved to be seen.
Unfortunately, the gate opening again had him dashing back up through the tunnel, so I dried off and took my things up to my studio. Even this room inspired me, and I began by sketching out the window of plants with the lovers tucked in a corner and kissing. I’d paint them so that viewers might miss them in the spooky gloom of the midnight conservatory if they didn’t look closely.
The inside of the mausoleum gained candles and spider webs, a man crying out in ecstasy where he was bent over the crypt, his beastly mate buried inside him and snarling his own release. Just sketching that one got me hard all over again, and I realized I was standing there naked. Chuckling to myself,wondering what Saph would do when he found me, I moved to the next canvas.
