Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20150221171423/@comment-28935784-20150221173320

I'd rather live and be made to have sex every night than be used for the Knights' non-perverted pleasures.

So I fall into the Hellhound's arms screaming like a little girl, 'Darling, please wake up! Wake up! The Order's coming to take my head, but you, brave knightess with shining fur, can help save my wretched hide and be a monstroine! I'll ever be grateful and stay with you and give you fur rubs!'

The Hellhound yawns, wakes up and stretches while scratching her back. She looks me up and down, wrinkles her nose and pushes me down on her bed. She lopes off in the direction of the Order Knights.

Ten minutes and many screamings later, she returns with a cut lip and bleeding side.

I try to apply first-aid, albeit clumsily. She stops me and pounces, knocking me down and lying on me. 'That's not the monster way of healing,' she purrs, her paws moving rapidly to leave me naked.

'Um, this isn't a good ...'

'Shh. I'm holding you to your word,' she whispers, her paws interlaced with my fingers as she kisses me deeply. 'And I won't hurt you, you'll love it.'

...

It's very enjoyable being her husband, I guess, but my hips are always sore. Ooooooh ... I'm walking in the forest to find Demon Realm fruits three years later and I'm only able to shuffle along like an old man. Owwwww.