Chapter 2: Rekka stays true to her word.

They strolled, hand in paw as it were, through the moonlit forest. Bill tried to extract useful information about this new land from Rekka while she cunningly tried to get her paws under his clothes.

“So, hellhound. How’s that work? You aren’t going to drag me to Hell and eat my soul, are you? I’m generally against that sort of thing. Allergic to brimstone you know,” he said.

Rekka laughed and cuddled in close to his side. “Nope! Mama said we ain’t done that in a long time. Hellhounds are the best! We’re strong, fierce, an’ we can’t be tamed! We ain’t werewolves, so don’t expect me to fetch and obey,” she replied while prodding at his shirt buttons, frustrated that they didn’t seem to be paw or claw accessible.

Bill stopped that by grabbing her paw, examining the claws and pads where her palm and fingertips would be on a human. He was amazed she could get so much useful motion out of them but could see they weren’t as dexterous as his fingers. Though, they were ridiculously soft and pleasant to touch. Still, they were much more useful than his hands for cutting and fighting, he supposed. He figured hellhounds weren’t big on tool use. He let the paw free and continued his interrogation.

“Werewolves exist here, huh? What’s next, vampires, orcs, faeries, and dragons? Oh shit, are zombies real?” he asked scanning around anxiously.

The zombie apocalypse seemed a lot less appealing without a handy fortified Mall and easy access to firearms.

Rekka nodded amiably, hopping over a raised tree root while leading them confidently through the forest.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, “You sure don’t know a lot, do ya? Where’d you grow up? Sounds dull,” she asked, pausing to allow him to amble his way over the roots.

“You know, it really was,” he replied thoughtfully. “I’m from another world, if I wasn’t clear before. Just me and a few billion other humans for company. This place seems a lot more interesting, even if it was just you around.” He paused looking down at her, giving her paw a slight squeeze.

Rekka yipped cutely at that, melting into his side for a moment before grinning and tugging more forcefully at his hand.

“C’mon, we’re almost there! I’ll show you interestin’! You’ll never be bored again once I get those pants off, sugar!” she cried lustily.

Bill chuckled a little nervously at that.

“Your cave, huh? Sounds ... cozy. You mentioned your mother and father. You live with them? They going to want to meet me, and me being a human isn’t going to cause any problems will it?” he queried, having been wondering about that for a while now.

He sure hoped he wasn’t expected to be ravished under the watchful eyes of a couple of over protective hellhound parents.

Rekka seemed to ignore him, her tail going still and her ears falling low against her head.

Finally, she replied, “Mmm. Nope, jus’ me now.”

Bill watched her carefully, knowing there was more to her story but he didn’t want to pry so soon. Whatever would make a cheerful creature like Rekka downcast was certainly not a happy tale. Rekka sniffed and shook her head, then glanced back at him with a small smile, her tail swishing lightly again.

“Yep! Just you, me, an’ nothing to do but mate, lover!” she said, pulling him into a clearing.

Bill smiled back at her before taking in their new surroundings. He had noticed the rockier ground they traveled had been climbing steadily uphill and expected they were now within the foothills of some forested mountains.

He was unsurprised to see a rocky shelf with hanging vines concealing a dark opening into the earth. Obviously Rekka’s cave. He hoped it was nicer inside than its austere exterior.

Somewhere he heard the sound of burbling water, probably a nearby stream or creek.

“So, home sweet hole, huh. You know I can’t see in the dark, right? Also, bats creep me right out. They kill the mood faster than owls,” he drawled.

From somewhere behind them an owl hooted in complaint. He scowled over his shoulder.

“Is that thing following us?” he snarled.

Rekka laughed and pushed him towards the looming cave.

“Don’t worry, I ate all the bats when I moved in. We can light a fire and get down to makin’ puppies! Now hurry it up, I’ve waited long enough!” she cried as she herded Bill through the vines into the cave proper.

After a short blind shuffle through a tunnel it seemed to open up in front of him, and Bill stepped to the side to allow Rekka inside. He heard her making noises somewhere just ahead of him, and then sparks flew catching quickly into flames within a small circle of stones and firewood. Rekka blew until the flames filled the circle, illuminating the room with dancing firelight.

Bill was relieved to see there were no moldering skeletons lying about, clutching cracked cellphones with horrified expressions on their skulls. One fear alleviated, he looked about the spartan chamber, not seeing any bats or spiders scurrying for cover. It was relatively clean and dry, with the ceiling just high enough for him to not have to stoop. He saw that the smoke from the fire seemed to escape through an unseen natural chimney. There was a complete lack of furniture or signs this was a place anyone lived aside from the firepit and a pile of furs near the back wall. He approached the furs and nudged them thoughtfully with his boot, seeing they were layered deeply for comfort and seemed clean enough.

When Bill turned back to check on Rekka he found her standing behind him, the fire lighting her features clearly as she stood with her paws on hips, breathing deeply with a look of pure lust on her grinning face. He suddenly realized he had trapped himself quite neatly with a fairly unknown and highly sexual creature.

Now that he could see her clearly, Rekka was easily the hottest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Her every curve seemed to demand to be caressed and fondled. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, large uniquely expressive eyes, small sharp nose and wide mouth with full kissable lips.

None of the, admittedly few, women he’d been with could compare, nor the endless parade of porn stars he’d abused himself to while scouring the internet. Her furred extremities, wolf ears and tail only seemed to enhance her appeal. Bill wondered if this made him some sort of deviant, and decided that was true before he’d even met her.

“So ... how did you want to do this? Start slowly, get to know each other a little better first?” he failed to keep the nervousness from his voice.

“Clothes off!” she barked. Her eyes burst with flame and she seemed to be ... smelling him.

“Fair enough,” Bill agreed politely.

He bent to unlace his boots, jumping around to take them off, unwilling to sit down and set off her pouncing instincts. That done, he unhooked his belt, noticing she paid careful attention to how it was done. Pulling off his pants, he tossed them onto his boots and unbuttoned his shirt before removing It and adding to the growing pile, careful to lay his cell out of the way.

Standing now only in his boxers and socks he looked at Rekka questioningly. She approached swinging her hips seductively, tail swishing languidly through the air. Panting, her eyes locked onto his crotch with laser like focus. She placed a paw on his chest and hooked one leg behind his, finally raising her face to look into his eyes.

Smiling evilly, she pushed him back, tripping him neatly onto his back into the pile of furs. Bill grunted and levered himself onto his elbows to watch her next moves.

Rekka reached with both paws to pull off her chest wrap, breasts bouncing free, dropping not an inch as gravity completely failed to take hold. God, Bill thought, they’re glorious. Easily the finest pair of breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. They were rounded and perky, their size obscene on her small delicate frame. He was surprised to find her nipples and areola were a light pink color, standing out like beacons from the ebony globes. Rekka was obviously encouraged by his rapt approval of her assets, growling deep in her throat as she shimmied out of her little leather bikini shorts.

Bill’s attention was now completely on her exposed mound, admittedly curious what surprises a hellhound might have in store for him. He was intensely relieved to see a normal if exquisite vagina. There was a tuft of fur just above her puffy lips, which were otherwise bare of fur or hair. Her inner folds were the same pink shade as her nipples. Her arousal was evident, lips slick with her juices and jutting clitoris aching to be stroked. Rekka did just that, shuddering and growling, her eyes closing a moment as she breathed in Bill’s scent.

His own arousal was now obvious to anyone watching, the tent in his boxers raised in total approval of the sights before him. Rekka’s eyes snapped open and latched onto his tented boxers, the flames around her eyes flaring brighter than ever and a snarl of savage need bubbling out of her throat. With one last shuddering breath, she pounced.

Bill grunted as she landed on top of him, arms and legs to his sides, face directly above his, crouching over him as though he were a captured animal she was preparing to devour. He pushed his sudden trepidation aside and threw caution to the wind, grasping her by the hips. Bringing his face forward to hers he engaged in the most passionate kiss he was capable of. Rekka growled her approval, almost fighting him with her small delicate tongue as she tried her damnedest to force it down his throat. She was burning hot, almost uncomfortably so, her writhing tongue slipping about his as her soft plump lips pressed to his own.

She tasted sweeter than wine and smelled of some unfamiliar spice his nose couldn’t place but ultimately enjoyed. His mind couldn’t focus on anything but her dancing tongue when suddenly she broke away and sat down upon his stomach.

“You made me wait,” Rekka hissed between clenched teeth, grinding her burning pussy into his stomach, her breasts shaking enticingly with her movements.

“Now it’s time to pay up,” she said, sliding herself further down his body.

Bill considered trying to take the lead at her words, but decided to see where she was going with this. As long as she didn’t try anything with those wicked claws he was quite happy to let her have her little revenge. The brief moment of contact between her dripping lips and his boxer clad member caused them both to gasp as he arched reflexively into her.

Now kneeling between his legs Rekka licked her lips, dug her claw tipped paws under the waistband and ripped the boxers to shreds, tossing the pathetic fragments of fabric carelessly behind her. Bill took a moment to lament the loss of the only pair of comfort fit tagless cotton boxers in existence, but was far too aroused to worry about that now.

His member finally freed, it rose defiantly into the air, bobbling lightly to his heartbeat. Rekka stared covetously at his cock, a line of drool slipping unheeded from her open panting mouth. She lowered her face to his member and breathed in taking his scent with obvious enjoyment then breathing out unnaturally heated moist air upon his dick causing Bill to shudder and groan. Placing one paw to his root, she took a long slow lick up his length as he gasped and shuddered.

Rekka licked her lips sinfully and said, “Oh, lover ... You taste GOOD.”

With that, she dove down taking him fully into her furnace like mouth. Bill bucked and groaned, clutching the furs under his hands while staring fixedly at the pornographic sight before him. Rekka’s technique was brutal, throwing her head up and down his length, twisting and sucking with a wanton disregard for decorum. Her ears twitched playfully at his moans as she savaged him with pleasure. Bill had never felt anything like this, his previous partners mere amateurs of the oral arts she appeared to have mastered. Her paws danced over his thighs and stomach as she delicately scratched, teasing his skin artfully as she continued to bring him to new heights of pleasure.