Chapter 4

The Hell Hound

That night, she came.

I first heard a faint snuffling sound as if she was getting my scent.

I heard her trying the door first, then one by one, the windows were tried as she probed, looking for an entrance.

I wondered just how strong she was, and could she force her way in?

I rose from my bed as quietly as I could, praying no floor boards would suddenly creak and give me away.

Peering out into the darkness outside, I could just barely make out her even darker form as she prowled about my shed.

The eerie glow coming from her eyes was amazing, it literally looked as if she had lanterns for eyes with small flames licking around their edges.

Her form, such as I could make out was definitely a mix of lupine and human traits blended into a surprisingly attractive, very female being.

She turned away and looked over her shoulder at my window.

There I could see her luxurious tail that made her backside even more attractive, swishing from side to side.

A moment later, she was gone.

I stared out into the darkness for several minutes in the hopes that I would see her again.

Bit by bit, the little noises of the night returned, the distant croaking of frogs down by the banks of the river Usk.

The chirruping of the crickets and the scuttling feet of a small animal running along the roof top.

Slowly I came to grips with what I had seen, a supernatural being in every sense of the word.

What was her reason for being, her raison D'etre as the French would say, and why was she after me?

Mary had alluded to an ancient blood oath levied against a distant cousin, and his father had paid for it with his life.

She had informed me that cousin or no, it still applied to me.

Going back to bed, I got little sleep that night, pondering my situation.

I had to find a solution that didn't require my death.

Waking as if from a coma, I quickly dressed and walked into town.

I stopped at the cafe Nigel had taken me to and ordered breakfast.

After downing my breakfast and three cups of coffee, I was at least awake now.

Most of my mental cobwebs having been banished by the magical elixir known as coffee.

After asking around, I ended up at the Cathedral church in Brecon as some of my ancestors were interred there.

An alcove held the carved effigies of two of my ancient relatives, these bore the marks of the violence that once swept across the land during one of the many wars of the past.

A man wearing a priestly collar approached me, identified himself as Fr. Flanagan and asked if he could be of assistance.

I pointed at the carved images and said, "I'm related to them and I am now living at the Newton farm house. I came here because I need information."

The man smiled and said happily, "So the Blank family still lives! There hasn't been a 'lord of the manor' in nigh on two hundred years. Welcome to Brecon!"

I waited patiently for him to finish exulting and said, "I'm not the 'lord of any manor' yes, I'm a descendant and I now have the title, but I can't go around yelling 'off with his head!' or the like. Even the queen can't do that these days."

He grinned, winked and replied, "Yes, I'm afraid that option isn't among your choices these days. Now, what sort of information do you require?"

I simply asked if he could get a copy of the cause of death report for Blank, the last 'lord of the manor' from two hundred years ago.

He paused and thought a moment, then said quietly, "Those records are still in existence but they are not here, they are being kept in the national archives."

Before I could even ask how to get there, he beamed and said brightly, "However, we do have access and we can look them up from here, come with me!"

He turned and scurried off so quickly, I barely kept up with him.

Soon he was seated at his computer and scrolling through the pages of old records, finally he stopped and said triumphantly, "Blank 1820, cause of death, heart attack, died in his sleep, no signs of foul play."

He looked over his wire rimmed glasses at me and asked, "Would you like me to print this up?"

I nearly said, "Is the Pope Catholic?" but merely nodded a 'yes'.

He printed up a copy for me and I slipped him a tenner 'for charity' and headed back to the house.

Mary was outside sweeping the grounds around her cottage as a part of her daily routine.

By now, I suspected her daily domestic chore was to hide the Hellhound's tracks and not to tidy up.

She smiled as I approached and said,"I missed you this mornen'."

I smiled back at her and replied, "I had to run into town and get some information at Brecon Cathedral, the place is like a shrine to my family, I was pretty amazed."

She looked puzzled and asked, "What sort of information?"

I grinned at her and said, "I now know the cause of death for Blank. He died of a heart attack, in his sleep, there was no signs of foul play."

Mary stood there with a baffled expression and I declared,"In other words, he died of natural causes, he was not attacked. I've seen her twice now, once at the B&B I stayed at and again last night. If she had all these 'satanic powers' she could've taken me out at the B&B. She certainly could've taken me out last night. That flimsy shed door and those windows will barely keep me out, let alone someone like her."

I grinned at her and said cheerfully, "She's innocent, she never hurt anybody!"

Mary looked thunderstruck, she swayed and would have fallen had I not dashed forward to catch her.

I all but carried her into her cottage and set her down in her favorite chair.

She had a faraway look in her eyes and mumbled, "She said he collapsed when he saw her an' here all this time, I thought she had attacked him. ..What have I done ter her, ter both of us?"

Leaving her in her chair, I heated up some water and made her a strong cup of tea.

She mumbled her thanks when I placed the cup in her hands and after she blew across the cup a few times, she took a sip.

A few more sips later, she seemed restored and set her cup down on her well worn table top.

She paused to collect her thoughts and finally met my gaze as she said, "The Hellhound is me daughter an' she was fathered by Blank the youngest owern of Blank. She was conceived in rape, an' mother an' I placed a blood oath on the family. The boy was sent away an' I nearly doid in childbirth on account o' me bein' only twelve years auld at the time. It was apparent she would carry out the cuss frum 'er appearance an' I raised 'er in secret."

She smiled when I refilled the cup and continued,"Me own father became the head grounds keeper here an' after the lus lord doid we became the caretakers 'until the lord's return' said the paper me father showed me."

Taking a sip to wet her whistle, she mused, "Fer well nigh tewthreehundred years, we lived here virtually undisturbed, while waiten fer the family ter die out so at lung last we can go ter our own rest. Now yer here, a hale young geezer frum America an' me daughter is awek again."

"And this 'hale young geezer from America' is fascinated by her and wants to do right by your daughter." I remarked.

Mary actually laughed and said merrily, "You wouldn't be thinkin' of courtin' 'er would you? She could be mower than you can handle!"

I shrugged and replied," I really want to be able to get to know her and let her know we can co-exist, maybe even become friends. That's my thought any way."

I looked Mary right in her eye and said firmly, "I'd much rather she didn't kill me to end this stupid curse, blood oath or whatever you're calling it. I'd rather end it in some other way. I'm open to any workable solution that doesn't require my death."

Mary smiled while I refilled her tea cup a third time and commented, "Yer such a kind young geezer. I think me daughter could be well chuffed with you."

She grinned at my blushing and remarked,"Yer a virtuous geezer, such a rarity these days."

I retorted with, "I'm not a virgin anymore, I got rid of that little detail while I was still in high school. I'm hardly a model of virtue by anyone's standards."

Mary chuckled and replied,"The fact that you can still blush loike you just did, makes you a virtuous geezer."

"Touche!" Was all I could come up with in reply.

After assuring myself that Mary would be fine, I retreated to my shed with the newspaper in hand.

I briefly looked over the front page section, reading only the articles that caught my eye.

Passing over the remainder, I carefully studied the used car and truck, er lorry adverts.

I marked the ads that interested me and made a note to call them in the morning.

It was well after dark and I was lounging about in my tee shirt and sweat pants, there was a soft knock on my door and without thinking, I opened the door.

A nightmare was standing there, it was her, the Hellhound and I had just opened the door.

An instant later, I was slammed up against the wall and held there by an unbreakable grip on my throat.

I couldn't even manage a gurgling sound as she easily held me off the floor with one hand.

All I could do was hold myself up by wrapping both hands around her forearm and holding tight.

She half closed her smouldering eyes and carefully smelled me.

Her lips curled into a silent snarl as she sniffed here and there, taking in my scent.

I was well and truly fucked now, she was so much stronger than I had imagined and it was just me, and her.

After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped her sniffing and set me back down on my feet again.

She turned to close the door and I frantically looked around for an equalizer, but to no avail.

I rubbed my throat where she had gripped it and she smiled.

In spite of my being scared shitless, I noticed she had a lovely smile.

To which, my inner voice screamed, "Are you fucking crazy? She could kill you very easily and you're noticing her goddamn smile?"

Her marvelous lips parted and to my utter astonishment she said," You came back. You could have left here to never return. Even having seen me, you still came back...Why?"

I wasn't sure which surprised me more, her speaking so clearly or her rich, mellifluous voice.

My inner self flipped me off and walked away in disgust.

My knees felt pretty wobbly so I asked, "May I sit down please? My knees seem to be failing me all of the sudden."

She politely gestured to my bed and I gratefully sat down.

"You haven't answered my question. Why did you come back, knowing I was real? Purred her rich voice.

"I don't really know to tell you the truth." I replied, "I just felt compelled to come back. I was warned, believe me I was warned. I chose to ignore the warnings and here we are, for good or ill, we are together at last."

She tilted her head slightly, looked at me strangely and squinted slightly, the effect was like that of turning down a kerosene lantern as her smouldering eyes dimmed slightly.

She shook her shaggy head and said in disbelief, "Have you gone stupid?"

She extended her right arm and stretched out her hand, it was impressive, much larger than my own with pawlike pads and sharp claws on her four fingertips and thumb.

She gently encompassed my face with her massive hand and said.

"I could crush your head like an egg and you could not stop me."

She purred in that silken voice.

I began shaking uncontrollably and she smiled grimly.

"Scared are we? You should be, I am the Hellhound, am I not?"

I hugged myself in an effort to stop my shaking and moaned, "Yes, I am scared, scared shitless, are you happy now?" I said as my eyes met hers.

She emitted a low throaty chuckle as she removed her hand from my face, lifted my chin and smiled at me.

The warmth of her smile was incredible and moments later, her incredibly soft and sweet lips were kissing mine, an act for which I was totally unprepared and I froze during that lingering moment.

Straightening up again, she stood tall with a mischievous grin on her pretty face, her smouldering eyes burning merrily.

"You weren't expecting that, were you?" She said with a smile.

I managed a smile and replied, "Getting horribly mangled I expected, Lord knows you could do it. Getting kissed by such a pretty girl? Now that, I had not expected!"

To my surprise she seemed to actually blush, not that I could see her blushing, her very short, very soft, almost black fur hid that sort of thing.

It was her demeanor, the way she seemed to become almost shy because I had noticed she was pretty.

Recovering her wits, she growled "I'm not that easily dissuaded, I am here for a purpose and I aim to achieve that goal."

She stood before me and was an incredible sight.

She stood a bit taller than my six foot height with a powerful, athletic woman's build.

Her short body fur was very dark almost black with longer brown 'feathers' on her arms and legs like I'd seen on some dog breeds.

Her head had large, wolf like ears sticking up through her manelike hair, they were quite sensitive and were in constant motion as if she was monitoring the night sounds outside my shed.

Her large feet were definitely wolf like with a claw on each padded toe.

Her hands could also serve as paws if she had to run fast on all fours.

In short, she was a predator and I was her prey.

I sat and watched incredulously as she removed her top and began caressing her own marvelous breasts.

She smiled as she fluffed up the brown to golden tuft of longer fur between her wonderful breasts.

"Do you like what you're seeing?" she purred as she fondled and tweaked her breasts and protruding black nipples.

I couldn't reply, I could only gawk while she fondled her superb breasts.

To my inner horror, my loins began stirring.

My inner voice cried, "Dear God, make him stop!" While my penis in his own perverse way, betrayed me.

She stepped towards me and hauled me to my feet, making the protrusion in my sweatpants even more apparent.

Glancing down at my bulge she grinned evilly and purred, "It seems that he, is awake, much like she, is awake now."

She reached down and took off her bottoms, she was now naked.

She fluffed up her pubic tuft just before she hooked a claw into my sweat pants and tore them off of me.

Released from his prison, the little bastard stood proudly erect, throbbing even.

As my inner voice begged for mercy, 'he' was ready for action.

Her free hand gently caressed him, he throbbed in reply and I shuddered involuntarily at the intensity of the sensation.

"Well, well, what have we here? What a naughty boy we have here."

She murmured as she held me close enough to feel her warm breath on my throat. "Such a cheeky lad you have down there!"

She let go of him and with one sudden move, she ripped my tee shirt right off my body with contemptuous ease.

Gawd she was strong!

She pushed me suddenly and I fell back onto my bed, before I could even react, she had straddled me with a lustful gleam in her smouldering eyes.

The little bastard was twitching against my belly in anticipation, she licked her marvelous lips and purred, "Someone is very glad to see me, he will be so easily trained!"

I gaped as she reached down and aimed him between her powerful thighs, right below the luxurious black tuft over her Venusian cleft.

Moments later, she came down and engulfed me in her wetness completely, stopping only when her hips ground powerfully against mine.

I cried out as I was engulfed, the feeling was so intense I nearly passed out.

No woman I had ever known had ever felt this way, so warm, so tight and so primal.

All of my prior sexual experiences faded to nothing by comparison.

She ground her hips against mine, leaned over me and growled in my ear, "You, are mine now!"

My hands, of their own volition, reached up and began playing with her incredible breasts as she ravished me, her eyes streaming flames as she bounced up and down and ground against my fragile hips.

She placed her massive hands over my own and arched her head back, thrusting out her amazing bosom, her great wolf's ears thrown back in her ecstasy.

Her mouth opened and she let out several long, drawn out howls as she climaxed.

In a near daze I ground myself against her hips and climaxed deep inside her incredible body, adding my own groans to her howls.

She looked down at me, her wonderful eyes now half lidded, the flames damped for now.

I let go of her breasts and slipped my arms around her as I pulled her down on top of me, my arms slipping around her warm body as we snuggled in our happiness.

Neither of us spoke, our hearts were still beating in unison and we simply enjoyed the warmth of our bodies entwined together.

I held her closely as I murmured in her wonderful ear, "You asked why I came back...You, are the reason I came back, once I saw you, I was hooked."

My hands caressed her well muscled back as I said softly, "I had to go back to America to cut loose my ties to that land and bring back my things. Now that I am here, I will never leave you, for I fell in love with you that day I saw your picture, when you tripped my camera's flash."

She snuggled against me some more, her warm, furry body covering mine.

She looked at my face and said, "Is that what you call that thing? It nearly blinded me you know, I was lucky no one else saw me before my eyes could recover."

"Sorry about that." I apologized, "I saw no other way to get an image of you without endangering myself."

She raised herself and smiled at me as I began fondling her firm breasts.

She said playfully, "I wasn't going to hurt you, you know. Had I really wanted to, that window wouldn't have kept me out, nor would have the door and windows here. I could have just torn them out and had my way with you any time I wanted to."

I smiled at her as my hands fondled and caressed her luscious bosom before replying,"If I had known it would be like this, I never would have tried to keep you out."

I grinned and quipped, "Not sure if the other guests at the B&B would've appreciated your visit though."

She smiled and closed her luminous eyes down to mere glowing cracks as she lowered her sweet lips to mine for a long, lingering kiss that did not end until 'he' was fully awake again.

Our second coupling was even more incredible than our first as she was so incredibly erotic to me, almost bestial in her passion.

Even wide awake now and fully involved in screwing my brains out, I still couldn't quite believe what was happening to me.

Even my inner voice said "Duuuude!"

I think I finally passed out after our fourth coupling, she was beyond belief and I had made love to her, repeatedly.