User blog:Plaguewolf/Hellhound reply

You are a young grave digger in a cemetery. You were just digging in the new grave when suddenly you here someone charging towards you. You quickly manage to dodge, and now you see a hellhound falling 12 feet into the hole you just dug (how you dug that deep no use to explain). You look down into the hole to see the hellhound on the ground unconscious. Upon further inspection you see that she's managed to break her arm.

I carefully get her out of the hole, fix her arm in a sling, take her to my home and put her in my bed so she could get some rest. I wonder what kind of mamono this is. For I had never seen one like this before.

She has dog ears with rust colored fur that covered her arms and legs. She is tall about 6'7 while I'm only 5'7, her body lean and strong it looked like she was built for running complete with a six pack. Her skin is coal black and she smelled like lilacs. Her chest wasn't big but was shapely. Her hair was the same color of her fur and it went all the way down her back. Her paws were tipped with very long claws that looked like as if they could cut through iron. She wore a jerkin and shorts that really did little to conceal her figure. She also wore a collar around her neck adorned with a skull.

She was extremely beautiful, her fur was extremely soft. And her body so warm I felt my heart quickening as I remembered how her body felt like. I shake my head and think, "she needs to rest and needs to take some pain relievers when she wakes." I quickly head to town and buy some medicine and come back home to check on her.

I see that she is still unconscious and decide to make some dinner, the grave will still be there tomorrow. As I'm making some of my family’s secret chicken stew, I her groaning in the other room. I stop what I'm doing, grab the medicine and rush into the other room to see how she is feeling.

She starts sitting up and rubbing her arm. She starts looking around the bedroom. She then looks at me and says, “Did you bring me here and fix my arm?" I see that her eyes are different colors. One is crimson the other eye is violet. She also has what appears to be flames coming out the side of her eye lashes. I smile and say, "Of course there isn't anyone else here." I hand her some of the pain relievers, then I ask her how she is feeling and what her name is. She took the pain relievers and swallowed them dry. She says, "My name is Scarlet I'm a guard dog of sorts and I'm feeling a lot better with the medicine thank you." “No problem my name is D’arc by the way but what were you doing jumping at me like that?” I say taking a seat next to her. A strange look comes into her eyes and says, " Well I thought you were about to fall so I jumped trying to grab you and get you out of harm’s way." I say “I’m sorry that you hurt yourself trying to help me. You can stay here until your heal. Are you hungry?" Her eyes bore into me as the look in her eyes gets more intense. She than says “Yes I could eat something." I laugh and shake my head as I quickly get up and head to the door. I say, “Let me get you some of my chicken stew." She says, "That sounds lovely” as she watches me leave.

I head into the kitchen to finish making the stew and think why was she looking at me like that. It was like how a predator looks like when it has its prey cornered and there is no escape for it. I then put the thought out of my head, I think she is just worried about being in an unfamiliar place with someone she doesn’t know. I finish the stew fill up her a bowl and head back to the bedroom.

I enter the room her eyes instantly lock on me she give me strange smile and says 'That smells great." I reply "Thanks but wait until you taste it. It is a special family recipe" and as I'm about to hand her the bowl I remember that her arm is broke. So I ask her if she wants me to feed her. She says “No just put it on the bed and hand me the spoon." I hand her the spoon and put the bowl and after a tentative spoon full she attacks the stew like she hasn’t eaten in week. She says, "This is great! Who ever made this recipe was a genius". "If my mother could hear you she would be flattered. She always loved people praising her recipe.” I say. "Well where is she?" she asked. I say sadly, "She died a few years ago with my father." "Oh that's unfortunate." she says surprised. “It’s fine it was years ago by the way if you don’t mind telling me what kind of mamono are you." I say changing the subject. She finishes the soup and says with a sigh “I’m a hellhound but please don’t be afraid I won’t hurt you." I let out a laugh a say, “I work in a graveyard. I have seen and talked to many mamono. I know that mamono don’t eat people." A surprised look comes over her face and she says, "What mamono have you met?" “A lot of zombies, skeletons, and ghosts but they all left when I didn’t open the door. I have an amulet that wards and keeps the undead out as long as don’t invite them in. Had a nice talk with four ghouls before. I pointed them to the nearest order camp then they left in a hurry. Ran into a nightmare but she ran away when she found out that I saw her. I met a wright we had a very long conversation about her previous life. Turns out she was a hero before she died. She asked if I want to marry her but I turned her down and told her that the captain of the guard was a good man and single. She left after I told her that, I think they are getting married next month." I explain.  That strange look comes back into her eyes and she says, "All those mamono and none of them took you." "Yeah I think there may be something wrong me" I say.  "Oh no besides the wright the others either gave up to soon or had bad taste". She says with a small smile. I laugh again and say, "Thank you that makes me feel better." "Which is why I'm going to take you" she says her smile growing wider. "Wait, what?!" I say nervously. She gets up, takes off her collar and says " I said I’m taking you, here put this on it is a sign of marriage to my clan." "But we just met!" I exclaim "That doesn’t matter my kind usually just grab the man we fancy and either drag him back to our home and sleep with him or do it right on the spot." she says with the collar in her hand still extended at me . "Why do I have the feeling that you weren’t trying to save me and were trying to drag me back to your home?" I say taking a small step towards the door. "You’re right I was going to take you back to my home but you can hardly blame me every man I have met either runs away or tries to kill me. One even threw himself off a cliff rather than talk to me. It really hurts a girls feeling you know." She says motioning me to take the collar. "Well I understand but uhh, your arm is broken so we can’t get married." I say taking another small step towards the door. She say " Oh this let me show you some you something." She then rips her arm from the sling and begins to stretch out her arm. As I look at her dumfounded she smiles again and says "I heal fast." She then cross the room and before I have time to react she grabs me and slips the collar around my neck she then says “There that wasn’t so bad now was it" "Don’t I get a say in all this?" I ask. She then says “Hellhounds usually don't ever listen to what people say and I’ve already listened to a few things you've said so one more wouldn’t hurt." I open my mouth to talk but she places a finger on my lips and says “Here are your choices: do we make love here, or at my lair? Either way this is happening." "But. But." I stuttered while trying to not notice how close her body is to mine. "Don’t worry I protect you from all harm. And you will never have worry about anything again. Now where will be our first time as a couple?" She says calmly. “How do know I’ll like you" I say desperately. She laughs and says, “It is hard not to notice with you averting your eyes, you’re even trembling little and even if you weren’t I can smell the hormones that your giving off and they are telling me that you want me the same way I want you." She then presses her body closer and says, “Now for the last time were will be our first time." I'm overwhelmed by how soft her fur is, how nice she smells and hot her body is and I splutter out "Here" She rips off my clothing and throws me on to the bed and says " Good because I don’t think I could have made it to my lair." She then takes off her clothes, walks to the bed and says" Sorry this maybe little intense so bear with me. You’re my first man after all and I have years of sexual frustration to get rid of. Am I safe to assume that I'm your first women?" I slowly shake my head yes and she says “Oh that great! This will be a special memory for both of us now." She then licks her lips "Now let us enjoy ourselves"

A few years later I'm an incubus and we have twin hellhounds running around the house along with my loving wife.