Talk:Hellhound/@comment-25817038-20150222080853

You come home to see your Hellhound wife lying back on her favorite seat(A giant white bean-bag-like cushion filled with Weresheep fur, the only thing that can calm her down at night when you aren't home)

She's obviously happy to see you, her cheeks are a darker shade, she's blushing, looking at you very seductively wearing only her plain tee and panties, "You're late..." She tells you, no hint of anger or irritation in her voice, "You were supposed to come home yesterday."

"Sorry..." You begin your apology and explaining casually your reasononing why you were late, hanging your dirtied and beat up gear up on a rack like you're just returning from another day at the office, "... And that's why I'm a day late." You sigh as you watch her continue to keep her hands busy in various inappropriate ways, "Having issues?" Your tone is nothing short of playful, despite her being a Hellhound, your need to tease is a mighty one.

"Shut up and get over here, you know what I want." She orders, a devilish smile on her face creeps through her lazy gaze.

..... What would you do?