Talk:Hellhound/@comment-27303410-20160311003700/@comment-27069434-20160311093449

Panting and desperately trying to catch my breath, I finally choose fight over flight. "Whoever said...that workout kills off...the libido was...a moron. This chase got...me winded a bit, though.", I start undoing my sweat-dripping shirt - better do this before she tears it off. "Phew... C'mon, get over here...I'll even let you be on top...this time.", I end the sentence in a nonchalantly. Hellhound, clearly amused by my self-assuredness, snarls back a quick "I'll show you < >! I'll ride you so hard ya won't be able to walk for a week!" and jumps me.

A few hours later she's sitting by me, running her claw in circles over my chest. "Well, that wasn't half-bad, meatloaf. Might make you my reglar chew-toy, you know,.", she says playfully. "Was?",I ask her in disbelief. "Oh, no! Im' now well-rested and it's my turn to be on top!". I grab her by the paw and yank her hard enough to drop next to me, try to get on top of her, but am still weak in the knees after the running. "Uh, could youpull me out of the ground roll me on top of yourself? Think you rode me into the ground...literally". Hellhound laughs, but helps me up nevertheless. "Oh, hope you can back up that barking with good biting, pup!", she rgowls expectantly. I'm more than happy to oblige.