A/N: What's good guys? Thank so much to those who left all the really encouraging reviews and the tons of follows and favorites I got in the last few days. I had posted a draft of this fic on Waatpad a few weeks ago, but got no real responses to it. I then made the decision to scrap the entire fic and start over again on here.
The original draft for this chapter I had was only 5,000 words. I wasn't satisfied with it neither would you guys have been. I decided to redo the whole thing because you guys deserved better. So lucky you.
Also, thanks for the guy who reminded me to do proofreading. I really should remember to look harder and slower when editing these.
Not gonna hold you down any longer, let's see what Nathan is up to.
Hit the lights.
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Nathan felt that all too familiar feeling inside of his gut.
The intense vibrations, the screaming, and the sounds of blaring sirens all around him. It swirled around in this mind, growing in intensity with each passing second. He tried to cover his ears to block out the sounds, but it didn't help. It never did. When he pulled his hands back into his view, they were coated in thick, dark blood. His clothing was covered in it as well.
You did this. His mind reminded him. It was your fault.
"No!" Nathan would cry out in retaliation every time it called to him. "It was just an accident! It's not my fault!"
But it was Nathan's fault. He knew that. He was just scared to admit it to himself. The screams and crying got louder and louder, and the dark blood started to flood his mind. He started to drown in it, the blood consuming him and blocking his vision.
There was no escape, no running away.
He pleaded and protested for it to end, but it never would. He needed to pay for what he'd done. Nathan needed to redeem himself, somehow, someway.
But how?
Nathan finally awoke with a start, his heart rapidly pounding and a cold sweat trickling down his neck. It was just a dream, he remembered. A dream he had all the time. It wasn't always the same kind of dream, though. He'd would always have the same feeling inside after it was over.
Guilt.
Nathan knew it was only a dream, and that it couldn't hurt or do anything to him. But it was real in his eyes, all too real. The pain and gut feeling he felt was so natural, it was almost like a memory he had blocked out and was cursed to repeat for eternity. Nathan wanted to block it out. To forget.
Why couldn't it just leave him alone?
Speaking of forgetting something, Nathan could not remember what happened the rest of last night. He looked around his room, and realized he was in his bed. How had he gotten there? Then Nathan remembered.
The Hellhound.
Was she just a dream as well? No, she was real all right. All too real. Nathan was being cradled by his hellhound in a tight embrace. Her face was nuzzled in his chest, using him as a pillow. She was cutely and quietly snoring. It would have been cute, Nathan thought. If he wasn't pinned to the bed, at least.
He struggled for a moment, seeing if he could break out of Fenra's clutches. No use. He sighed. Nathan would have to wait until she woke up. He was trying again to think of some way of getting out of her grip again but Fenra started to stir, her ears twitching and fluffy tail swaying. She was cute, Nathan admitted to himself. For a hellspawn.
"Mmmm..." She nuzzled into his chest, a soft yawn escaping her mouth. "Good morning, Pet."
"Uh, morning."
Fenra looked up from nuzzling his chest, her burning eyes piercing right through him. "You look like you had a rough night. Trouble sleeping, Pet?"
He always had trouble sleeping. The nightmares just made it more apparent how exhausted and tired his eyes looked.
Nathan tried to change the subject. "Something like that. Uh, not trying to be rude, but why exactly are you in my bed? What happened last night?"
She smirked and tousled his brown hair with her furry paw. "Oh nothing, handsome. You were tired, so I put you to bed. You looked so cute while you slept though, so I decided to sleep in here instead. You're an excellent snuggler, by the way. Nice and warm."
Nathan groaned. He was thankful though. "You know, part of me wants to believe that's the whole story. The smarter part of me however says you did things to me I can't remember."
She simply gave him a wink.
That did it.
"Yeah, okay. I'm just gonna pretend I didn't see that. Will you please let me go, so I can take a shower and get dressed?"
She nuzzled back into his chest. "I don't know, Pet. I'm pretty comfortable with the way things are right now..."
He sighed. "Pretty please?"
She finally relented. "I guess I can let you go for second... only because you're so well behaved."
She released her hold on him, and he finally shot up, yawning and stretching his arms. He gave the hellspawn a little nod. "You're a kind master." He said sarcastically as he crept his way over to his bathroom, leaving Fenra on the bed alone.
Nathan stopped to look himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked ragged, small bags under his eyes. They'd go away, the dull look in his eyes wouldn't though. He took a minute to examine the vicious bite mark he had on his neck. The indentations from her fangs and teeth were visible, and what looked to be some kind of hickey had taken up space on his neck. She'd definitely left a mark on him, alright. One that wouldn't go away for some time.
That wasn't the weird part, though. Her "Mark" that was on his neck didn't hurt in the slightest. Almost as if he had been numb the entire time he had been receiving it. So it didn't hurt. That was something he could work with.
He got undressed and stepped into the clear glass shower, letting the hot water beat down against him. It made him sleepy, and he wished he could already take a nap. He closed his eyes, trying to rub away the dryness that had taken hold in his sleep. He tried to forget about the dream. It struggled to get out of his head, but finally decided it had run its course and finally let him be. He'd be able to enjoy the rest of the day, but needed to be careful in what he thought about. As soon as he opened his eyes again, he saw a silhouette standing in the doorway from the steamed glass. Fenra must have been checking up on him.
He thought she was going to do or say something, but Nathan was proven wrong. Her murky form lingered for a moment or two longer, and then finally disappeared from the doorway, and he let out a sigh of relief. He was alone again. Something he was grateful and sad for at the same time.
The rest of his shower time had gone smoothly, and Nathan appreciated the space. He got dressed in a dark blue T-shirt and brown cargo shorts, one of his more casual outfits. It was still summer, after all. Nathan wasn't a fan of the hot weather. He much rather preferred a temperature in which he could wear his favorite red hood. But that was a far off fantasy at the moment. He still felt sleepy, so Nathan decided to make up a pot of his apparently "bad" coffee as Smith put it, in his kitchen. Something told him that he would need it.
He started making up the pot, wondering what the plans for his Saturday would be. Nathan poured the energizing liquid his favorite brown mug with his favorite vanilla creamer in it. He took a spoon from his cabinet and slowly stirred it, the white liquid of the creamer being swallowed up by the blackness that was the coffee. He stirred until he achieved a pleasing color of light brown and took a sniff of it. The smell of almonds filled his nostrils. Good stuff.
He sat down on his living room couch and turned on the morning news. Nothing much was really going on, the monster program had mellowed out most world affairs issues. Of course you still had those naysayers and people who disagree with the program, but nothing is universally accepted by everyone. At the moment they were talking about some of the recent hate crimes that had been going down in his local area. He felt bad for the liminals that had to deal with this.
He heard Fenra's silky voice behind him.
"Pet, what is that delicious scent? I smelled it all the way from your room." She was wearing one of his longer white t shirts, which lead Nathan to assume she'd been going through his clothing cabinet. Not a pleasant thought. Might need to buy a lock for that.
"Oh, your probably smelling the coffee I made. I felt tired so I made some." He sipped his coffee and sighed happily. "I really needed this after my shower. Sleep was awful."
"You made enough for me, right Pet?" She looked over at his cup, watching the steam dance above it.
He glanced over to his pot in his kitchen. "Sure did, I'll go pour you some. Hold on a sec."
Nathan walked over back to his kitchen to pour the hellhound some. Fenra followed him over, tail wagging. He poured out a reasonable amount into the cup, adding in the creamer he used in his. He handed the mug to her. She easily held it in her large pawed hands. Let's hope with her strength she doesn't crack it.
"Let me know if you like it or not. Not everyone likes my coffee, since the creamer makes it a little sweet." He waited for Fenra to have her first sip.
She slowly sipped the drink, holding the mug in her hands. She bounced a little, tail wagging in glee. Cute.
"It's delicious."
Nathan smiled. "Good, glad at least someone else likes my coffee. I'll make it more often then." Eat my shit, Smith. He thought to himself smugly.
She continued to sip her drink and they both went and sat down on his couch. The news on the TV had ended and now an early morning talk show was playing, he wasn't really pay attention to it though. They were talking about dumb shit, like whose monster was best girl and how the others were trash.
"So…" Nathan started, trying to think of something to talk about.
"Yes, handsome?" The hellspawn looked over his direction. That little remark threw him off a little.
"Uh, why don't we talk about ourselves? Might as well, since we'll be living together from now on." You moron, Nathan. She's obviously not-
"Sounds like fun, Pet. You go first. I bet you're quite the interesting guy…"
Well shit.
Fenra didn't seem to be the type to shy away from conversation. Might make things a little easier. Or worse.
"Uh okay, well…" Nathan scratched his head, thinking of a response worthy of listening to. "I'm going to school… I work a job…" Lame, Nathan. Really fucking lame.
She turned to face him, seemingly interested. Not sure how she could be. "Ooo, a busy guy. Sounds like you have quite the schedule. What do you go to school for?"
He shrugged. "Just generals. Not sure what to go for, yet."
"What about your work?" The hound asked.
"Just the convenience store down the street not so far from here. Pays alright for what it is. Helps keep me busy." Nathan enjoyed the work, to be honest. He is one of those people who gets satisfaction from being organized and finishing a job perfectly.
"So, am I going to be alone most parts of the day then?"
Nathan shook his head. "I don't work every day. Also made the switch to have some generals online. I'll be around enough for if you need anything."
"Oh good, Pet. It'd be lonely here, all by myself... So, what do you do when your not Mr. Busy Man?"
Nathan could've just said something boring like how he plays too much Destiny, but he decided to let out a few facets of himself. Not the Destiny part, though.
"I like to draw sometimes. I mean, I'm not that great at it but-"
Fenra seemed intrigued. "An artist too, eh? You just keep making yourself more and more enticing. What do you draw?"
Fuuuuuck.
"Mostly people, not that good at much else." Nathan was trying to save his dignity. "It's hard to get everything right, though. I… need to look at some type of reference while I do it, though." Jeez Nathan, how lame can you get?
"You need a model, is that right Pet?" Fenra said with a flirt. "Well, that could be easily arranged…"
Nathan felt his face get hot, and he stumbled over himself in the next sentence. Poor guy. "N-Nah, I'm good. It's only a hobby. I'm not nearly experienced enough to make it a full time thing. Anyways, I've said my fill. What about you?"
"You'd like to know about me?"
"Well, yeah. That's not weird is it?"
Fenra shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. Nobody's really asked me before. Kind of hard to."
He suddenly felt a little sympathy for the emissary of hell. "Why is that?"
Fenra just motioned to herself, and Nathan felt dumb for a second. Oh yeah, monster. Duh. "Sorry, I almost forgot about that for a second. You must not get along with most people, then."
"When they don't run away in terror the moment they first lay eyes on me. If you get to know me, I'm not as big and bad as they make me out to be. I don't blame them, I'd run away myself if I saw the same thing."
"Crowley and that Smith chick said you had some issues, getting along with other homes in the past. What happened exactly?" Nathan was curious.
"Just not good places to be, maybe I'll tell you over another drink sometime. Sometimes you just don't get along with people, and you don't know why you can't. Maybe you're just too different to have anything in common."
"Maybe we could find something in common, then?" Yeah, that sound stupid, but Nathan didn't have much to work with here. They had to break the ice somehow.
She gave him a wink, and a toothy grin. "Maybe, depends on if you make a good impression…"
"You mean I haven't already?" Nathan grinned back.
"We'll see." Fenra paused for a second. "You got a good start so far. That's enough about me for now. I want to hear more about you."
"Okay…" Nathan replied. That's not really much to work with. Guess Fenra still needs some time to open up a little further. "What do you wanna know?"
"Why exactly are you doing this? The program I mean. It seems like you have your hands full as it is. Why put up with someone like me?"
Nathan actually wondered this himself. Why was he doing this? It's not like he didn't have anything going on in his life.
Then he remembered the dream, and the feeling of guilt. Maybe that was why.
"I guess I just wanted to help, somehow. Call it a gut feeling. Not sure how else to describe it. I just felt like I had to, you know?"
"Oh." Fenra replied in response. "Sounds like there's a story to go along with that. Feel like sharing, Pet?"
"Maybe another time. My turn now. I'm curious. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are Hellhounds?"
"You mean besides being good looking?" She batted her eyelashes at him.
Nathan rolled his eyes. The flirts weren't going to go away. Guess he'll have to roll with it. "Never mind. I guess I'll Google it later or something. Bad question."
Fenra laughed. "Just teasing, Pet. There really isn't much to us to be honest. Just another particular breed in the dog family of liminals. I'd still say we're the best looking though. Apparently people think we serve the god of the underworld, but that's an old story. Nowadays we just do whatever and whoever we want. I prefer it that way. I don't like taking orders."
"Oh." Nathan replied in return.
Fenra seemed like she was having a fun time talking to him, and even Nathan had to admit her found her boldness quite charming. "Don't worry. I'm not going to go out of my way to rebel or anything. I'll just being doing my own thing."
The conversation was going well, but maybe he could be doing a little better. How about a little errand, the two of them? That might work. Get to see how the other acts in public.
"Fenra, I was thinking of going to the mall today to look at some things. Would you want to come with, so I could get you some... better clothes?"
His furry friend sat her drink down on the coffee table, empty. "You asking me out on a date, handsome?"
He waved his hands and shook his head. If he was asking for a date, the mall wouldn't have been his first choice. "No, I'm just asking if you'd want to come look at clothes. It'd just be less awkward for me if you were wearing something instead of well, basically nothing."
Fenra had a sly grin on her face, fangs showing. "Whatever you say, date or not. I don't mind the staring, Pet. I rather enjoy it, actually..."
Nathan rolled his eyes again. "You might enjoy it, but other people that live around us don't want to see it. If you're going to be living here from now on, I don't want other people giving me complaints about a naked dog walking around. It's not an order, just a request."
"Fine. Have it your way, little man. I'd figure a young man like you though would love having the view." She stretched out her arms in the air, pushing her waist and breasts forward. It's true, he did enjoy the view. Any man in their right mind would appreciate it. Nathan just didn't have the energy or control to handle that right now. Another time, perhaps.
"Oh I do enjoy it, don't get me wrong." He found himself saying out loud. Shit. Did she hear that? She heard that. She definitely heard that. His face blushed and he stammered with an awkward smile.
She cocked her head over to him and gave him a wink. "What was that, Pet?"
His face was getting hot. "Don't have a clue what you're talking about. Uhh, we should head out soon. Don't want to stay cooped up here for... reasons."
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They left the house together not long after they finished their coffee. Before leaving Nathan had more or less forced (pleaded) Fenra to at least borrow one of his hoodies to wear. Now at he wouldn't get complaints and people staring at them. He could have driven over to the mall, but he figured it was a nice day so Nathan decided against it. That, and he didn't want to ruin his car. He didn't want to test how could Fenra's good claws were. He wasn't alone in his decision to walk, some other people were walking with their monsters too.
Fenra noticed a few of the humans were holding hands with their respective monsters, and an apparent jealous look appeared on her face when she caught him observing them.
"See something you like, Pet?"
"Oh sorry, just curious. I'm still sort of new to this whole monster-human thing. It takes some getting used to."
She slid her hand into his slowly, a tight grip forming around the two. Nathan was surprised at first, but quickly adapted. Her fur was so soft, and her pads were warm. It felt good.
"No need to be curious now, Pet. Not when you got me to worry about. Remember that."
"Oh of course, haha." He said with a nervous hand rubbing the back of his head. "Silly me."
"I'll forgive you. This time."
So not only was she flirty, she was possessive as well. Great.
While on the walk Fenra made it clear to others he was her property. If anyone got too close she'd growl and bare her fangs. He would have to apologize for her actions and try to calm her down. She reluctantly would do so, only at the behest of him. He had found out later when researching Hellhounds on Google they were extremely territorial, and would pick fights with even monsters greater than themselves if they came between their chosen husband.
He actually thought about her for a moment. When was the last time he dated, or been on a date? He couldn't remember. Years, maybe. Wait, what was he thinking? This wasn't a date. Was it? But there was a reason why he hadn't be on date for so long. The incident.
The walk wasn't that much longer, so he quickly put that thought out of his mind. They arrived at the mall and stopped after going through the entrance door to decide what they wanted to do. Humans and monsters were all mingling together inside, some stores completely run by monster employees. The energy inside was positive and inviting, something Nathan really enjoyed. The liminal ran stores would be selling stuff for almost every size, or shape you could imagine.
That didn't say anything about the food though.
Liminal food was some of the best he'd ever had in ages. Justice once took him to get some Chinese food that was made exclusively by liminal chefs. He took home leftovers, for sure.
"Well," Nathan started. "If you want to we can go look at clothes first. I need to look at some new pants for myself anyway."
"Sounds like fun, Pet." She agreed with him and they decided to go find a store to start shopping in.
Nathan felt the need to ask this as they walked along, Fenra still having an iron grip on his hand. "So, is this Pet nickname going to be a regular thing?"
"Would you prefer something more endearing? I rather like Pet. It's sounds kind of cute to me."
Nathan groaned. "Sounds more emasculating to me."
"I agree." She said with another toothy grin. "That's why I like it."
Well, that's good to know.
Fenra didn't really seem to be very picky when it came to picking out clothes, probably because she usually never wore much to begin with. Duh. He brought her to one of the more female oriented stores that specialized in liminals to begin their search.
Fenra naturally preferred whatever showed as much skin as possible, so he wasn't surprised with some of the choices she made. She picked out most of the following herself, but when in doubt she asked Nathan what he'd think would look good on her. Bad idea. Never ask a man what you want her to wear.
She loved whatever tops that showed off her back and tummy, so she picked out a few particular tops, one of them being a plain black tube top that was strapless and another being a shoulder-less grey t shirt. He had suggested to her a white wide necked sweater, which she also really liked as well. Sweaters like those were a guilty pleasure of Nathan.
When it came to look for bottoms, Fenra loved shorts. Or to be more specific, how much skin she was allowed to have before Nathan would draw the line. She saw a pair of impossibly small jean shorts that barely covered up her well-rounded posterior. She picked that one, as well as a few others too.
It had now come to the last and most challenging trial yet.
Underwear shopping. God help him.
Nathan was of course, no help here. Every time she asked him what he likes, he'd simply reply that they all looked good on her. Fenra laughed at Nathan's awkward actions, trying to get him to squirm as much as possible. Nathan's face was incredibly red, his palms getting all sweaty. Fenra enjoyed taunting and teasing him.
She wanted to try on all the clothes, so Nathan took Fenra to the changing room over in the back.
He waved a hand over to the one of the stalls next to him. "Well, go ahead and try some on! I can't to see how it looks."
"Aren't you coming with me to watch? I don't mind letting my Pet see me naked." Fenra's face flashed a seductive grin.
Nathan's heart might have stopped for a second when he heard that.
"Uh, I'll pass... Maybe next time?" He looked incredibly uncomfortable. So would I.
"Suit yourself." She took the clothes in hand and walked in the changing room. Some time passed while he waited for her to change into the first outfit.
He wasn't sure how much more teasing his poor old heart cold take. Fenra's goal in life apparently was to try and either flirt with or emasculate him, sometimes the two going hand in hand. It was so awkward and uncomfortable. But he wasn't lying to himself, it was kind of sexy. A weird kind of sexy.
More time passed and Nathan was worried. He thought of knocking on the stall door to see if Fenra was okay when she finally came out, almost looking like she had ran a marathon. It really must have been a struggle to put them on.
She chose to wore the strapless back tube top and those impossibly tight jean shorts. It was a perfect fit though, and the fashion seemed to really suit her outgoing personality. Nathan tried his hardest to not to look at her too closely, in fear of a nosebleed or even more.
"How does this look, Pet? Do you like?" She gestured to the getup she had chosen for him.
"Oh ye-" He caught himself. "Umm, yeah. It looks good, uh good... Try on the others."
She grinned and walked back to keep changing, her wide hips swaying. "Good to know."
She eventually tried them all on and decided that she'd was ready to go, and had teased Nathan enough for the day. Thank god. He brought over all the clothing to the cashier and the cashier started to scan it. Fenra gave him a look of confusion for a second.
"Pet, how are we paying for this all?"
"Oh I got it all covered, don't you worry." He said with smile. "I've been saving money on the side from my job just in cause I would have to do something like this. I've been preparing for this for awhile, you know."
Nathan on the inside was screaming internally. It was true he'd been saving money, but as the total went up for the clothes, he felt like banging his head against the wall. But he bit his tongue though. She couldn't have had much money on her own, so he felt it was the right thing to do. Was definitely gonna hurt his wallet though. Poor wallet.
He saw her smooth onyx skin on her face blush very lightly. She didn't seem to know what to say. It quite the adorable sight to see Fenra flustered. She seemed like she was about to finally say something but he stopped her.
Nathan smiled. "Don't worry about it. Let's grab some food. I bet you're hungry."
Fenra liked the sound of that. So did he.
The found a restaurant that served mostly meat, since Hellhounds are carnivorous by nature. Nathan loved their meat as well. It was easily bigger portions than any human should be accustomed to. He seated her in one of the chairs and started ordering for them both.
"Nathan." He heard the hound say to him. So she did remember his name after all. Surprises do happen.
"What's up?" He said concerned. She never used his name before. Kind of funny, if you thought about it.
"Let's cut to the chase, Pet. What do you want from me in return for all this? I know you want something, so let's hear it..."
He thought about it for a minute, then shrugged. "Umm, I really don't need anything at the moment...but if I think of something, I'll let you know. I'll keep it in mind."
"So what, you did all this for nothing?" Fenra seemed to be puzzled. "Then what's your plan? Trying to butter me up? Get on my good side?"
Nathan finished a bite of his food and shook his head. "I'm not trying to butter up anyone. I just want to make sure your stay with me is comfortable." He went and finished another bite. "Nothing more to it than that."
"I don't understand, how can you be so nice? You just barely met me…"
"That's because," Nathan said to her. "I want to get to know you. Sure, we've only just met and have a lot of ground to cover. That doesn't mean it's not worth trying. Might as well start early."
Fenra looked into Nathan's dull blue eyes with her fiery red ones. "You... You're not afraid of me, are you?"
He nodded. "Not at all."
"What about when you first saw me?"
Nathan shook his head and smiled again. "Sure I was a little nervous I guess, but that's natural. Meeting someone new for the first time. But I knew when I got into this I needed to step up and be better than what was expected. I didn't want to make a bad impression."
Fenra looked down for a second. "The other families that I tried to stay with, were scared of me. They thought I would hurt them if they got too close. So they got rid of me. Hellhounds are seen as a bad omen to most still. People still hate us."
"Well, I don't hate you, if that's what you're worried about. Whatever those people saw, I don't see."
She grabbed his left hand and held it in her large paws, softly brushing her hands against his. It made Nathan blush, surprised at Fenra's boldness. "If you don't see a monster, then what do you see?""
He looked in her eyes again, this time being the one to gaze through her. "Well, I see a girl. A girl who's had a hard time. I see a girl who just wants a place to feel safe. That's what I see."
"...Is that all you see, Pet?" Fenra leaned into the table, her well-shaped cleavage drawing his eyes in more. "Maybe you should look a little deeper…"
He decided to return the flirt, it harmless enough. "That doesn't sound so bad."
The conversation was interrupted by Fenra's meal finally being delivered to her. She had ordered a large, juicy steak that had chunks of fat clinging to it. He was kind of jealous of her appetite. But better the steak than him becoming her latest meal.
They continued to eat their meal, each of them feeling more comfortable and open than they were before. Nathan noticed though she hadn't touched much of her food. Fenra's face seemed to be flush again and she looked embarrassed.
"Is something wrong, Fenra?"
She kind of fidgeted a little with frustration and embarrassment as she spoke. "I'm not good at using silverware..."
"I could cut it up for you if you'd want..." He offered the flustered Hellhound.
She blushed again. "That's not funny."
"I wasn't trying to be."
"...Oh." Fenra blushed again. Cute.
She handed her large plate off to him and he started to slowly and carefully cut the large steak into manageable bite-sized pieces. Nathan noticed Fenra watching his every motion and cut, almost like she was studying for herself to learn and practice at a later time. He then thought up a really terrible idea. He stuck the fork into a good sized piece and waved it in the air. "Wanna bite?"
Her tail started to wag back and here burning eyes were fixated on the piece. "Yes…"
"Say ahhh…" He slowly made the fork over to her, teasing her with the smell. She bite her lip in embarrassment, then finally opened up. Nathan knew he was teasing the poor dog, but he figured if she was going to tease him, he was going to tease her back.
She devoured the bite whole, smiling as she did so. Her tail happily shook about and her fluffy ears twitched. Fenra may have a hellish appearance, but it couldn't have been more cute seeing her with a big dumb smile on her face.
He did this with a few more bites, having a fun time taunting her with the meat. He'd let the fork with the meat drift dangerously close to her mouth, and when Fenra would lean in to bite it he'd pull back. She would look at him with an almost pleading face.
"That's not fair…" She said with a pouty face.
Nathan chuckled a little at the cuteness that was Fenra. "Don't dish what you can take."
He continued to tease until she grabbed his hand holding the fork with her paws and held it in place. She slowly took the bite in, and devoured the meat in front of him. Fenra licked her lips and gave him a view of her pearly fangs.
"Careful what you wish for, little man. Wouldn't want me to eat you up as well. I like to play with my food…"
Nathan felt his face get hot again. Nathan laughed in an embarrassed way, a dumb grin plastered on his face. He forgot who exactly he was dealing with for a second.
"Sorry, got a little carried away..."
She continued to caress his hand, and a smile of her own appeared. "That's quite alright, Pet. I don't mind getting a little...distracted."
They finished the food and decided it was time to go home. Nathan paid for the meal and grabbed all the bags to carry them home. Fenra offered to carry some of them, but he insisted that he would take them all. He figured if he was gonna pay for teasing her, this is how he would need to start.
Nathan may have had a rude awakening this morning, but the the rest of the day was one of the most fun and happy ones he'd had in a long time. It felt good to get out of the house, to not be alone. Maybe this whole program thing wasn't a bad idea after all.
Fenra walked closely beside Nathan, her fluffy tail was wrapped around his waist partway. It was a sign of affection as well as a mark of territory. They had just left the mall and were now walking in the parking lot. Nathan looked to his left and saw two men, probably the same age as him if not a bit older. They kept pointing and laughing in his direction, but couldn't hear what they were saying. Whatever, Nathan thought. He didn't have the patience or really a reason to care what they thought.
He kept on walking until Fenra stopped him. She must've heard what those mean we're talking about. How could she not, her sensitive ears could hear way better than his ever could. "Those men were making fun of you."
He looked over at them. "What did they say?"
She looked aggravated. "Awful things. Things that I'll spare you from hearing."
Nathan sighed, and shrugged. "Oh well, that's too bad. Let's go home now, it's getting late." He turned around and was continuing to walk. Fenra didn't budge an inch.
"You're just going to let them say those things about you?" She seemed almost frustrated he wasn't mad. But how could he be mad at them? Whatever they're saying about him was probably true, and he knew that. What could was it to try and tell them otherwise?
"What am I supposed to do? Go over and demand an apology? They don't know any better. It's not worth getting mad over. I don't need trouble in my life right now."
She didn't keep walking with him and kept staring at them, a hateful scowl plastered on her once pretty face. "Nobody makes fun of my dear Pet and gets away with it. They'll pay for it."
She turned and started walking quickly in their direction. Nathan set the bags down and ran after her. "No, that's a bad idea! You know you can't hurt them! Wait!"
They had noticed her approach and the smart one started to get nervous. His friend looked like he wanted to run, but his friend must of said something to control him. She started to cuss and yell things at them, most of which wasn't very pleasant to the ears. I'll be a good narrator and spare you those details.
He tried to hold her back, but she was determined to give the two her own personal taste of hell. The men kept on berating the two of them, adding fuel to the fire. A choice insult to use was calling him a "fucking lapdog" and to get "control of that crazy bitch."
"Fenra, just let it go! They aren't worth it!" Nathan pleaded trying to hold her back. Why did she care so much if they made fun of him?
"But you are!" She tried to shake him off. "Let me go!"
"You know I can't!" He kept trying to pull her back. "Just-"
"What a spineless freak. Can't even get control of his stupid fucking do-" One of them managed to sling one more fast one at them before shit hit the goddamn fan.
Fenra couldn't take it anymore, and lost control. She turned and slashed of her clawed hands across Nathan's face to get him off, sending him to the ground. He covered his cheek, blood oozing out the sides of his hands. The hellspawn then picked up one of them by the collar with her large hands and pinned him to the nearest wall. She was about to give him what he didn't deserve when she heard the other guy from behind.
The other man yelled, and shouted in terror. "Y-you hurt him! You monster! We'll never accept freaks like you!"
She let the man who was pinned against the wall go, the two of them deciding to finally make a good getaway. Smart move. Fenra stared at her clawed hand, blood stained on the tip of them. She looked at Nathan with a look of horror and fear in her red eyes.
"I-I didn't mean-" She said. "If you had just-"
"I told you someone would get hurt." He said, trying to get up but stumbled a little. "But you didn't listen."
She quickly made her way back over to him helped him up, and looked into his dull eyes. The wound was a vicious claw mark that took up most of his left cheek. It was deep, and would need tending to at his place. Fenra held his face with her paws and looked at him, guilt plastered all over her face.
"I hit you..." Fenra eyes looked like they were about to collapse into watery fountains.
"You didn't mean to. It's oka-"
She backed away, her paws covering her eyes. "No it isn't!" Tears started to leak down her face. "I hurt you... The only one would take me in when nobody else wanted me..." She started crying violently.
"Come on Fenra, please don't cry... I'm okay, see? Nothing's wrong..." Nathan tried to talk to her, but Fenra was inconsolable. She kept on talking while she cried, her voice quivering and cracking every time. It hurt Nathan to the core to see her like this. He had to do something, say something to her to make it stop before he started to fall apart.
But what could he say? If he had just let her have her way, she'd would've likely done worse to the man and his friend. So it was on him then. It was his fault. He was responsible for her tears. And man, did it fucking suck. But if that's what he had to do to get her out of trouble, maybe that's what he had to do.
"I don't want to be alone again... It hurts, it hurts so much... Please don't make me go away..."
Nathan wrapped his arms around her and held her in a tight embrace. She cried even harder. I'm a real asshole, Nathan said to himself.
"Fenra, look at me."
Fenra wouldn't look at him. She couldn't. It took some real time before Nathan finally moved her soggy paws away from her eyes, tears still drowning her cheeks. He held her face in his hands, softly stroking her wet cheeks.
"It's okay. I won't say anything."
"But-" Her lip was trembling. He kept on stroking her cheek.
"It doesn't matter." He brought her into a hug and started to stroke her hair softly. "You're not going anywhere. You're staying with me."
She sobbed into his shoulder for awhile, Nathan kept holding her and petting her. She eventually stopped. She looked back up into his blue eyes. She seemed to be comforted by staring into them.
"Do you promise?"
He nodded and smiled. "I promise."
She hugged him tightly, her tail wagging.
They finally picked up their baggage and started on their way back. Fenra wouldn't let go of his arm the entire way home. It was fine, though. She had him. Someone she could trust, and depend on, even if Nathan couldn't do the same.
After he helped put away her new clothes in her room, they were in his bathroom trying to treat and clean his injury. Fenra was holding a wet towel cloth to it, washing the blood off that had dried and crusted onto his face.
Her fiery eyes were still filled with concern. "Does it hurt?"
"It stings. But that's okay." He petted her while she kept wiping away the blood. Her tail wagged in response.
"I'm really, really sorry still... I should have just listened to you. I'll never forgive myself for what I did." The hound set the towel in the sink.
"I don't blame you for what you did, though. If I was as bold and confident as you, I would done that and then some. But I'm not. I'm spineless."
"Don't listen to them. Your a great man, Nathan. One of the sweetest I've ever met." She softly rubbed her and his hands together, trying to sooth him in some way. It felt nice, and her hands were so warm. But he knew he didn't deserve it. He hadn't earned such warmness from such a sweet person like her. Nathan tried to pick up the bandage he had set out for himself, but Fenra wouldn't have it.
"I'll take care of it. Don't you worry…"
She softly put on the large bandage over the claw mark. It would likely become a scar, but it would fade as time passed. She leaned into his cheek, and softly kissed it. Even with the bandage, he still felt the warmness from her lips.
"It'll take awhile before I can remove the bandage. It may scar though…"
"Good." Nathan replied. "It'll remind me to not make the same mistake again."
"You did nothing wrong, Pet. Don't beat yourself up over it. All you wanted was to make sure I didn't do something I'd regret." She snuggled into him. "If you hadn't tried to stop me, I wouldn't be here. You did what you had to do."
You did what you had to do. What kind of cop out was that? He could've done so many things differently. He could've taken her place, and roughed them up himself. What a waste of fucking space, Nathan thought. He was a spineless bitch who could've prevented all of this if he'd just been better. Just another reason why Nathan hated who he was, who he had been forced to change into.
It's no wonder the accident was his fault in his eyes. He felt useless. Why did he even bother sometimes…
Nathan went to his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed, Fenra refusing to leave his side. She nuzzled into his arm. "Why do people hate us?"
Nathan sighed and petted her again. "I wish I had an answer for you. Sometimes people are just the way they are."
Her body was warm to the touch. Just maybe... Nathan thought. No. He took that thought and threw it away. I'm not putting myself through this again. I don't need to get others involved.
"We can't force people to act a certain way. People need to do it on their own." Nathan rubbed and scratched her back. "The only thing you can change is yourself. Best advice I could give."
Nathan looked at his clock. It was getting really late now. He needed to sleep. To forget today ever happened.
"Will you do something for me, Pet? It's okay if you don't want to." She looked at him and blushed. Maybe Nathan didn't trust himself. But Fenra did.
"What do you want me to do?"
He heard words that burned as they entered his mind. "I know we just met, but I feel… safe next to you. Will… you hold me?"
He couldn't keep up trying to resist anymore. He was tired, and just wanted it to end.
So he gave in.
"Sure thing."
(LEMON SORTA INBOUND)
He laid down on the bed, resting his head on his pillow. He opened his arms, inviting her in. Instead on nuzzling into her like he thought she wanted, Fenra got on top of his lap and started to rock her hips.
"Fenra, what-"
She placed a finger over his lips, silencing the distraught Nathan. "I may not be very good with words… Maybe I can express how I feel in a different way..." She laid her chest down onto his, her breasts mushing into his chest. She grabbed his arms and pinned them to the bed. He could feel both of their heartbeats going like crazy, his face was starting to get hot.
"But we can't-"
She shushed him again. "There's nobody else here. Just you, and me… I won't tell…"
A moan escaped his mouth when kept on grinding her hips against his lap. Fenra seemed elated to hear it, her rocking increasing in intensity. "It feels good, doesn't it? The way I grind my body against yours. You like it, don't you?"
Nathan tried to say something, but his mind was going blank. All he could think about was her. All the awful things he felt about himself were absorbed by the hound. It was like her very touch was consuming him. More moans escaped from his mouth. He couldn't control himself, his more animal natures now being unable to be pushed back.
She whispered into his ear softly. "Don't fight it. Let your urges out. I want to see the real you. I want to feel what's buried inside you. Let me in. Let yourself go..." Her words were comforting and encouraging.
Nathan fought desperately against his inner nature. He was growing weaker, unable to stop moaning and groaning in pleasure. He'd never felt such a wave of desire hit his body before.
She let go of his hands to pull off his shirt. As she slowly pulled it up his chest, she licked his abs and chest. "Such a strong body you have. I want to taste more of it." She started to lick at his right shoulder, the area now being doused in pleasure.
She kept thrusting her hips into his crotch, her rocking now evolved into erratic humping. He dug his nails into her back, a long moan escaping Fenra's mouth.
"Yes, that's right... Touch me more... I want more of your touch..." She started to gnaw and bite into his shoulder hard. He could feel the teeth puncture into his body. He started to bleed out of the wound, but it didn't hurt. Instead he felt the most wonderful feeling he had felt in a long time. Pleasure in it's purest form.
He moaned and dug his nails into her back harder, her bites becoming deeper and deeper. It was too much. He couldn't think straight anymore. All that he wanted in that moment was her. He wanted to touch her, make her his. She wanted it too. She wanted to make him feel good.
He moved his hands away from her back and started cupping her breasts in his hands. She stopped biting his neck and arched her back in a long moan. "Harder, squeeze them hard... I like it rough. Play with my body..."
He obeyed the moaning Hellhound, and started to violently squeeze her breasts. He squeezed the hard and and massaged every part of them. They were soft and warm, and with every caress Fenra would moan loudly. She held his arms in place, making sure he wouldn't let go. "Oh god yes... Your touch, I want to feel it all over my body... I want it so bad..."
He made a bold move and squeezed her nipples as hard as he could. He tugged and pulled on them, as if he was milking a cow. Fenra screamed loudly in ecstasy. "My nipples are sensitive, keep on tugging... It feels so good, I just might-"
She moaned again. "Cum... I want to cum. Please Pet, please let me cum... I can't take it anymore! I need more!"
He gave her another good hard tug, and that did it. She started to shake wildly, her entire body was shaking and trembling from the feeling of her cumming. He pulled on her tail with one hand as hard as he could. "I'm cumming! Oh god, yes!"
She finally stopped shaking and laid down on him, panting wildly. Their combined body heat almost felt like he was on fire. She slowly moved her face over to his, panting like the dog she was. "Kiss me, Pet. I want your tongue in my throat..."
He lunged his mouth toward hers, his tongue meeting hers inside his mouth. It was a violent and hungry kiss, each side trying to fight for the control of the other. Never side would back down, they were too hungry for each other. She sloppily kissed him, saliva leaking out of both of their mouths and down their chins.
She moaned into his mouth, the nice echoing and lewd kissing noises filled his ear canals. He squeezed her big round ass hard, spanking it every so often, leaving a hand mark. Her fluffy tail violently shook and flailed with each passing moment.
She broke the kiss finally and stopped. Both their hearts felt like they could explode any minute. She needed the rest of him. She placed a paw on his crotch and squeezed hard. "I want this thing inside of me, and I want it now..."
He had finally broken.
He grabbed her with both hands and pinned her to the bed, taking his place. He wrapped both his hands around her neck, and started to squeeze hard. Fenra's eyes were rolling in the back of her head as he continued to choke her. He kissed her again as this went on, trying to to cut off her supply to oxygen. She was moaning and trembling. He broke his kiss to look into the eyes of his hound. She was drooling, her tongue hanging out of her mouth lewdly.
"Take me..."
Nathan wanted to so bad. He wanted to bend that sexy dog over and fuck her as hard as he could. He squeezed her neck harder. When he looked up at her again he saw her smiling with tears in her eyes.
"I love you..."
I love you.
The words washed over him like ice. He had heard those words before. A long time ago, someone else had said the same to him.
Her.
The memory flooded into his mind after a long absence. He remembered her smile, her laugh, and even the warmness from her hands. He even remembered her sweet, loving voice.
It hurt.
He slowly released his grip on her neck, his hands were shaking. A cold sweat ran down his forehead. Fenra looked at him worried, her fluffy ears pointed down in concern.
"Nathan? Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
He got up off of her, his hands still shaking. Her name still haunting his mind. "I-I think we need to stop..."
She tried to touch him but he backed away, her worried expression increasing. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"
He stood away from the bed, violently shaking his head back and forth. "No, it's not your fault... I-I just need a minute..."
She looked hurt. Not for herself, but for him. "What's wrong, darling? I want to help you…"
He shook his head again and backed away some more. "I think I need just need to be alone for a second. I'll just be in my office for a minute...You can sleep in my bed tonight."
"What about you?" She asked him.
"It doesn't matter." He walked out of the room and into his hallway. He didn't want to leave Fenra alone in his room, in the dark as to what just happened, but his mind was filled with the thoughts of her.
It had been so long. He couldn't even remember what she looked like exactly. He walked into his office, and hurried over to his desk. Did he still have that photo of her? He needed to see her face again. He needed to.
He pulled open the desk door to his left and pulled out the picture frame he kept face down. Nathan slowly rotated the photo. It was a photo of them on of their first dates. He was smiling his dumb smile and she... She was smiling too. It was the first thing he noticed when he first met her. Her warm, comforting smile. He could never forget that welcoming face, and her beautiful black hair and crystal blue eyes.
He hadn't forgotten at all. Nathan had simply tried to to push it down deep inside, where he couldn't feel it. The pain after what he had done to her was far too much to let it go.
Nathan started to tear up looking at the picture. He missed her. He missed her so much.
He held the picture close to him and started to cry.
The pain from the accident filled his mind and soul all over again.
"I didn't mean to…" Nathan said as he rocked back and forth. "It was an accident…"
What Nathan didn't see was a concerned Fenra behind the corner to his office, watching him sob. She said nothing, but quietly observed.
When Nathan could cry no more, he finally set the picture back the way he found it. He walked back into his living room, and tried to get comfortable on his chair. It took some time, but he finally was lulled to sleep.
If Nathan had stayed awake a bit longer, he would gotten to see Fenra come out of the shadows, snuggle up to him, and spend the night in his arms. She gave him a kiss on his wounded cheek, and nuzzled back into him. She may not have understood what was going on with Nathan but right now, that's not what she needed to worry about.
He just needed someone. And just maybe, that someone could be her.
But how long could it last?
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A/N: Thanks for the wait. It may not seem like a long wait to you guys, but I've been revising and editing this stupid chapter for what feels like a week now.
Sorry for that lemon, but I felt like it was important. The next chapter, will be sometime next week. Thanks again, for all the really nice reviews. Your kindness won't go to waste, I promise.
So just remember to keep your friends close, and your monsters closer.
I'll see you all again, real soon.