Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181224074513/@comment-36855838-20190108080305

Yeah, whatever.

I blow her off, careful to make sure she understands my intentions, I send a gradeschooler with a note on the day in question, the lad returns with a note from her, and I cough up the twenty bucks I promised before he scurries off.

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Dearest,

'''It pains me to hear that you do not want me, but I am willing to support your decision. I am sending my sister to collect my things from your apartment, I hope you have a pleasent day.'''

-♡

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Who the hell signs with a heart?

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to reveal a hellhound, her black, glossy fur shone bright in the dim glow of the candles in the room, and the flame which came from her eyes.

She wore a simple white T-shirt, which was stretched to near threadbare by her muscles and breasts, her sweatpants were strained by similar stresses, but must have been a size or two bigger, because they were nowhere near see-through.

Her expression was neither stoic, nor furious, instead, she wore a big goofy grin.

In she came, and she immediately tripped and fell into my waaiting arms.

The wire, strung across the floor at ankle height, had finally proven useful.

I used all my strength to hurl her overhand onto my couch, before rushing to the fridge to grab drinks.

"Care for a glass of lemonade? I also have wine, from my parents, if you're over the age."

That grin was back, having vanished in her dizzy confusion.

"I am, I'll gladly have some!"

I eagerly poured her wine, and my Lemonade, and flopped down beside her, sure to leave an empty seatcushion between us.

Immediately, she beckoned.

"Don't be such a stranger, c'm'over!"

I scooted beside her, my expression timid.

Her arm greedily curled around me, pulling me closer, and she took a sip of wine.

"Not bad, how's your drink?"

I took a sip, the lemon stung just enough, and there was plenty of sugar to soften the blow, it was cold as well, which added a lovely, refreshing quality.

I knew where this was headed, but this was fun, so I avoided cutting the knot for the moment.

"Delicious, it's also all the sweeter for the company of such a lovely lady!"

I leaned into her side, feigning a swoon, the agressive ladies love a swoon.

It worked, she suddenly felt much warmer, and the air suddenly hung thick with a sweet aroma, which words can do no justice.

"Oh, stop, you'll make me blush, little man! And to think you turned down my sister, how can such a little sweetheart be so cruel?"

She seemed genuinely confused, so I elected to give her an honest answer.

"I wanted to see the family I'd marry into."

I had been barely louder than a whisper, but I knew she had heard, in the silence of the room, a deaf man could have heard a pin drop.

I answered the obvious question which hung in the air.

"You and your sister, you're quite close, right? I knew that with the way men are snatched up here, I needed to find a good family to become a part of, and I couldn't just trust that you were a good sister in law based on a biased introduction from my bride to be."

She took a deep gulp of her wine.

"So I stood her up, I was testing to see how she'd react to my honestly inane behavior. I cannot stress enough how much she exceeded my expectatio-"

"Why are you laughing?"

The hellhound was practically doubled over, laughing her massive ass off.

"My sister was going to sex dungeon you, I wrote the damn letter, and before you ask, my my Mother's an echidna, and my Sister's a dark elf."

I looked up at her beautifil face, her piercing black eyes.

"Why?"

She leaned down, her breath warmed my face.

"Lookin' out for ya, little man. In case you never heard, us Hounds're the maternal types, and while my sis' would certainly like you callin' her 'mommy' I doubt she has the same feelin's."

I nodded, and leaned back against her warm side, taking in the scent of her thick fur.

The room was always chilly, which helped stave off my headaches, but her warmth was oh-so pleasant.

Golden as the moment was, I felt it was time to cut the knot.

"So. . .Us?"

"Y'mean, you and me, Boy?"

I nodded, nuzzling harder.

"No offense, but uh, how old're you?"

"Nineteen last week."

"I'm twice your age, bud', you okay with that?"

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, and reached up to squeeze her breast.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

I nodded again, and as she sighed a sigh so deep it bordered on s growl, I walked to my dresser.

From the folds of a never worn pair of underwear, I produced a black candle, and I lit it with her eye.

I set it down on tge dresser, and soon an inky blackness seeoed from the candle, all that glowed in the room was soon swallowed in darkness, and all that mattered, all that could be seen, were our eager bodies.

And so it began.

As a romance.