The Hellhound: Part One

Recently you’ve been noticing a dog wandering around the nursing home where you work. When you come in for the day you see this massive black dog walking around the building as if patrolling the land. Then, at night, when you leave, you see it laying down under one of the windows of the place.

You’ve asked a few of your coworkers about the dog but all of them don’t seem to know what you’re talking about. You assume, perhaps, the dog used to belong to one the residence and has followed them here. So one day you approach the dog with a treat and try to lure it over to see if it has tags.

As you call it to you, calling him pretty and sweet, he stares at you. HIs big dark eyes wide as you try to coax it over. It looks around and back at you before walking away from you slowly. You feel snubbed as if the dog was purposefully ignoring you.

You keep trying to get close to the dog, every day before you come in you offer it a treat and call to it, every day it looks at you like your dirt and prisses off around to the other side of the building. You scoff and give up for the day, going to work and trying to forget about the dog outside.

One night as you leave late, tired and your feet aching, you come out of the building and see the dog sitting in the walkway. It looks right at you and stands, walking towards you. You’re a bit stunned at first, but you greet it, taking the treat from that morning out of your pocket and offering it to the dog. It takes it and eats. While it munches you pet it, noticing how pretty the dog is. All pitch black and nearly as big as a pony. His features sharp and pointed, coat silky smooth. You check him for a collar and tags, but you find none.

You try and get the dog to follow you, hoping to take it home and make flyers about the dog to hang about. It follows you reluctantly as you keep your hand on its neck as you walk home. It lets itself into your house and instantly jumps up on your sofa. It’s only temporary so you allow it for now as you go about your business.

You set down water for it and some dog food you got in case you were able to lead it home. You make your dinner and sit down, checking your emails and going over bills. The dog comes up beside you, setting its large head in your lap. You pet him and rub his ears as he grunts.

That night it climbs in bed with you, taking up more than it’s needed room, but once again you allow it because hopefully, it would only be temporary. You drift to sleep and have a strange dream. You’re at work, following a dark figure down the hallways. It goes into the rooms of patients, but when it leaves the room vanishes. You grab it to make it stop and when the figure turns to look your way you hear barking.

Waking up you groan and hit your alarm going off. As you rub your eyes you see the dog is gone. You call for it, looking over every inch of your house, but the dog is gone. You leave earlier than normal, searching around for him as you go. Then, as you get to work, there he is, circling the building like he had never come home with you. When it sees you approach it stops it’s patrol and goes to you.

You pet him and wonder out loud how he got out. You then attach a collar around his neck and scold him not to run away again as you head into work. That day you’re called in as a patient is dying. You stay by their side as the doctor does what they can, holding their hand and talking to them as they slip away.

“Do you see the pretty doggy?” The patient asks their first coherent words all day.

“Doggy?” You whisper to them and you follow their gaze, seeing the black dog sitting tall in the doorway. Your eyes widen and you look to the doctor and the nurses. They don’t see it, only you the patient do.

You look back to the dog and he has changed, standing on his two legs, his shape more human now, but his head still maintained the sharp pointed features. He held his hand out and the patient reaches out, something soft and wispy coming from the tips of their fingers and resting in the dog’s palm. Their hand falls and the dog bows his head, walking away from the door.

You jump up and run after him, chasing him down the hallway and grabbing his arm, jerking him back sharply his eyes widen. He frowns at you, eyes narrowing he touches your hand and pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your lips you feel faint and you collapse onto the ground as he slips from your grasp.

You wake up later in a bed feeling groggy and sick. Your head feels fuzzy, but you can remember what happened that afternoon. The dog, or whatever he was, some spirit or grim reaper, it was obvious now why it was hanging around the nursing home and why you were the only one to ever see the damn thing.

You walk home, feeling still sick to your stomach. As you open the door you hear a deep bark from inside and the dog is laying on your sofa, waiting on you. You frown at it and slam the door.

“What the hell are you?” You point at him. “Also, get off my sofa!”

“Took you long enough,” it’s silky voice replied.

You’re taken aback for a moment but shake your head and recover. “I do…ugh…I don’t feel good enough to deal with this right now.”

“Sorry about that,” he says, “I had to get you off me before I ran out of time.”

You set your things down and sit across from him. “Before I ask what that means,” you start as you narrow your eyes at him, “just tell me what you are.”

“I’m a hell hound,” he answers simply.

You blink slowly and sigh, “a hound from hell?”

“That’s just the simplest term for it. I’m not technically from hell but I do go there from time to time if need be.”

“So, are you death or something?”

He shakes his head, “I play fetch for death.”

You can’t help but let a laugh out and you stand up, “well, whatever or whoever you are, why are you here?” You ask as you go to find something to eat before you keel over.

He follows you, changing from dog to the human like shape again. He towers over you, his massive paw like hands resting on the counter give you some concern but you try to ignore it. He watches you with curiosity but doesn’t say anything.

“Why are you here?” You finally huff at him. “Shouldn’t you be off fetching souls or something?”

He chuckles and fingers the collar around his neck. “You kind of caught me.”

You frown at him, furrowing your brow as you meet his gaze. “Captured you?”

“I’m not allowed to leave you unless you let me go,” he replied as twisted the tags around in his fingers. “So, I’m waiting.”

You crook your brow at him,”I’ll think about it.”

His eyes widen, “what? No!”

“I’m sorry, I’m a little off tonight, let me sleep on it and I’ll consider lett you go.” You huff as you eat a small cup of soup.

He growls at you and gets close to your face but backs off and stomps away. You don’t know where he went but you know it’s not far. You find him when you go to bed, sprawled out over your entire bed.

“Please get up,” you grunt at him.

“No,” he snorts at you. “You want to keep me, deal with it.”

“I don’t want to…ugh,” you throw your hands up in the air and just get into bed, pushing up beside him and closing your eyes. “Good night,” you grumble.

He thrashes and tosses in bed every time you are just about to fall asleep, but you stick to your guns and keep ignoring him. Despite the lack of sleep you get you still go to work in the morning, the hell hound trotting after you. You both do your jobs and then go home that night where things repeat for a while and you learn to fall asleep despite him.

“You should really let me go,” he growls into your ear one night when he figures out you’ve learned to cope with him.

“Hmm,” you moan against your pillow. “Go to bed, be a good boy. You wanna be a good boy right?”

He snarls and drags his teeth down your neck, you frown at this but roll over and ignore him pretending to fall asleep.

He tugs the blankets away and sniffs up your neck, snorting in your hair and then licking the nape of your neck. You bite your cheek, forcing yourself to keep ignoring him. You weren’t going to let a misbehaving brat have his way.

He licks more, his hot breath on your skin felt…nice. He then starts lifting up your sleep clothes, his massive hands stroking along your bare skin.

“Stop,” you swat weakly at him and roll back over.

He scoffs and continues to touch, his hands grasping your chest and squeezing, pulling your sensitive nipples. A lustful sound escapes your lips in a too loud cry and you freeze for a moment, as does he.

“I…I said stop!” You snap at him.

He smirks wickedly, “is that what you want?” He murmurs against your ear. He tweaks your nipples harder and you cry out again. “Do you want a good dicking before you let me go?”

“Don’t talk like that,” you clear your throat to cover the moan.

“They’re hard now,” he licks your cheek and the corner of your mouth. “Hell, I may be getting hard myself.”

“Don’t be gross,” you try to wriggle away but he brings you close against his chest and bites your neck.

Another thrilled gasp leaves your lips and you writhe against his growing cock, teasing him back. He chuckles darkly, biting more and slipping a rough hand down the front of your pants.

“Only a little teasing and you’re this wet?” He laughs tauntingly, but there’s a heated tone to his voice.

“Only touched me a little and you’re that hard?” You tsk at him and shake your head.

He thrusts his fingers warningly inside you and stirs you up, quieting you as you cry out lustfully. His fingers are thick and long and he shoves two in at a time, stretching you and making you mewl in pleasure.

“You’re enjoying yourself too much,” he pants against your neck.

“Shut up,” you scoff and kiss him, biting his tongue.

He thrusts his fingers in deeper, making you gasp and clutching onto his wrist, squeezing tightly as he drags a long pleasure bellow from your lips. He pulls his fingers out and makes you lick them clean as his other hand tugs your bottoms off and slaps your ass.

“I’ll show you a thing or two,” he says as he lifts your leg up, sliding his cock along your sex.

You press your back against his chest and reach down, stroking his hard cock from tip to knot. He bites your ear and moans, rutting against you before you guide him inside. He pushes inside you, his thick cock rubbing all the right spots inside you. He snarls and stretches self-indulgently before he begins thrust his hips as hard as he can, shaking you and bouncing you.

You howl in bliss, squeezing tightly on him in retaliation. He kisses you more, biting you lip and licking inside your mouth until his grunting and ecstatic moans become loud growls and snaps of his jaw.

He pushes deeper inside you, forcing his knot inside. You grit your teeth and whimper as he locks into place, fully secured inside your tightness. He smirks down at you relishing in the moment as he has fully taken you. He moves again, his hips jutting sharply now that he is fully inside you.

You grip onto him, your eyes rolling back as his knot fulfills that over stuffed feeling you crave. You spasm and shake, crying out as he bites your neck and rattles you more until you feel him spill inside you.

You lay limp, breathing hard and letting aftershocks roll through your body as he remains firmly locked inside.

He grunts and licks your neck where he bit, slowly pulling out. He crawls down, licking you clean, his warm tongue slipping inside and then back out, causing another small orgasm to shake your core.

He lays back down beside you huffs. “Don’t think twice.”

You roll onto your back and smirk at him, “same to you.”

He moves in closer, resting his head on your chest and nuzzling as he finds your heartbeat. You smile and rub his ears, falling asleep there and sleeping through your alarm the next day.