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She wasn't exactly subtle. Evan was fast asleep, all tucked away under his blankets on a cool night when he found himself jolted out of his dreams by the sudden drastic rise in temperature. It was as if someone had stoked a fire right in the middle of his bedroom. He wasn't far off. A flash of reddish light preceded her arrival, followed by two big paws pulling her up from the symbol that had formed on his floor, all on its own. He most certainly didn't draw it. The kobold knew well not to mess with those occult things. He'd put the book down as soon as he realized what he was thumbing through at that strange shop.

Yet despite his diligence, something was there. Something had found him. It wasn't even fair. He weakly protested as fear started to creep into his veins.

"I only ... I only looked at it! I didn't even say any of the words ..."

His frightened objections came from under his blanket, despite the heat. He'd pulled it up over his head before he could get a good look at the enormous hellhound. She was bigger than him, and taller even on all fours. A faint silhouette spied through the covers told him as much. Yet when she'd emerged, rather than snarl or strike, she merely panted excitedly and gave her body a shake. The heat died back down to a cozy level, and she patiently waited for him to emerge from his shelter.

"Oh, no honey. You're not in trouble. You do have to be careful though! Even just touching things like you did, you're letting us see you." Her voice was far friendlier than he expected. Still big and boomy though. "Lucky for you, it's just little ol' me! When you laid your hands upon those pages, I saw a very good boy who I wanted to meet and treat alike."

Hearing that made Evan slowly reveal himself, inch by inch. He still kept the blanket clutched in both hands in front of him as if it was some sort of demon-warding barrier. There was no doubt he was looking at a hellspawn. From her flame-like eyes, to her horns, her scales, her spikes, and the flickering, dancing flame that served as crown, she was a hellhound unlike anything he'd ever seen. She stood on all fours, bulky and broad, with a big, soft canine face that made her more frightful features much less threatening. When she saw him looking at her she wagged her tail enthusiastically.

"There he is! Just as I thought. A cutie, through and through." She held one forepaw out then crossed it over her other leg for a polite bow. "I am Countess Ophelia, but please don't call me that. It's Sophie to you!"

"Oh, I'm ... I'm Evan." Though he was still a bit stunned, the kobold wasn't about to be rude, even to a demon.

"Yup! So, Evan." She approached, and placed a paw the size of his head on the edge of his bed. "Can I come up?"

He thought about it, mostly to try to judge whether he had a choice or not. Maybe she could read his mind.

"You can say no!" she said when he hesitated. "I'm here to spoil you, not to hurt you or scare you. If I do something you don't like you can just tell me. And I think I have a pretty good idea of what you like already."

That perked him up. He looked down at the pleasant, wagging dog waiting for his permission to come cuddle him. If he just looked past some of the more demonic features, he couldn't possibly say no. With a short nod, he gave her full permission to hop right up and sag his bed under his weight, trotting over to smoosh her body right into his. She was warm and she was heavy, but that just meant the snuggles were all the more spectacular.

The last thing he expected was to find himself completely smothered under a hellhound who just went ahead and laid on him. It got even better when she got to his face, laying in with slurps so sloppy he was left sputtering and soaking, dripping pure dog drool. Her breath was hot and humid, her tongue was thick and strong, and his scales were soon utterly slathered in misty, steaming hound spit. He couldn't help getting a little turned on just to have her wiggling in against him, pressed so very close. That was going to get hard to hide when she moved in for a kiss.

It was something like a kiss, anyway. He did his best to keep up with it, but he was getting tongued so thoroughly he was overwhelmed in seconds. Evan was simply going to have to lay back and let that big dog make out with him, filling up his mouth with a tongue he nearly swallowed, leaving him to suck the spit from it as she smooched and nuzzled him alike. Squeezing him between her paws just helped her kiss him all the more deeply, until he was all splayed out and loving every bit of affection she was laying upon him.

Maybe she wouldn't notice that he was fully hard already and pressing against her belly. Or maybe she would simply encourage the kobold to get all kinds of turned on by grinding on him, sliding her body back and forth to let him really feel how silky her fur was. She was just so soft, so smooth to the touch. Her impeccably sleek fur was the most demonic thing about her, truly. He just wanted to keep stroking her, running his hands up and down her sides while she tempted and teased him by making him grind against her belly. It wasn't long before he was getting her fur all wet.

When she pulled back from her kissing, he was ready to take a breath, but she went ahead and slapped one more great big lick across his face when he dropped his guard. After shaking his head and wiping his features, he found her grinning at him. She was still lazily sprawled across him, taking up his entire bed and then some, with her hind legs dangling over the bottom. He had a bed made for kobolds, not great big hellhounds. She would have been huge even to a full-sized person. Yet for all the implied threat of her presence, all he could think of was how much he wanted to reach up and squish that big doggy face. He couldn't resist.

Sophie was plenty happy to let him do that, still wearing that grin as he squeezed her cheeks with both hands. Stroking her, kneading her, petting her as much as he wanted, he eventually brushed his hands through the fiery crown upon her head, though he didn't feel any sort of burn. She drooled on his chest a little, panting hotly, wetly as he tended to her. It was only after a thorough session of stroking through her fur - and swept-over a head of hair that he didn't usually see on the four-legged types like her - that she interrupted him with nothing more than a gaze. He was locked in and at attention when she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips at him.

"You know what I want?" She'd dropped her voice lower, softer, though it was still on the loud side. "I wanna sit on you. Just look at that face! I bet you're so comfy."

She dipped her head down to instead lick him on the chest, then down to his belly, stopping just short of his shaft - only to lunge forth and give that a big wet slurp too. He whimpered. Not out of any fright or discomfort. He simply didn't know he was going to get that turned on from her simple attention. All was revealed by then. She smacked her lips as if he was the tastiest thing he'd ever licked, then hopped up to all fours with a concerning downward lurch of the small bed under all that canine heft. That didn't discourage her from teasing him. Slowly turning her hips around gave him a more and more tempting view of what was under her lifted tail.

"But that's hardly fair to ask when you don't even know what you're working with. Let's give you a nice good look, hm?"

It was a hell of an eyeful. A slow sway of her haunches gave him a thorough look at a dark, lust-glazed dog pussy, all plump and shiny in the moonlight. He could already catch the scent of her desire, deep and sinful, invading his senses. That prominent cunt had him lick his lips before timidly biting his lip to keep her from noticing, even if turning him on was the whole point. A million things ran through his head when it came time to speak, but he dismissed most of them as far too rude, even given the situation.

"Ohhh ... you're really beautiful."

That brought a hearty laugh from Sophie. "Hah! That's not what I expect to hear when I'm showing off the spade, but works for me honey. Whatddya say? Ready to be a chair?"

"Um. Yes please." Evan nodded rapidly just in case his words weren't clear enough.

She beamed at him. "You are so cute. I'm going to enjoy this."

Sophie took it slow. Her weight meant the bed creaked and sagged with her every reverse step, backing her hindquarters right into the face of the sitting kobold. She was too tall for him to reach until she began to settle down, taking a firm, comfortable seat right atop his whole face. Her aim was perfect. Evan ended up with his snout pressed right to the centre of that juicy hellhound spade, his features completely overwhelmed in the soft contours of that extra plump dog puss. She didn't put much weight on him yet, merely brushing his skin with her juices as if seasoning him. The first step was to get him gleefully glazed in the pure essence soaking her puffy sex.

A slow sway of her hips allowed her to coat and gloss him up in the juices of those squishy folds. Evan got painted from one cheek to the other in a thorough mask of skin-drenching fluids that felt as if they were becoming a part of him. After a good slathering, she simply pressed down on him, bouncing up and down a little, making sure he was most intimately acquainted with her distinctly shapely spade. Enough wiggling eventually got him lined up just right again, his nose pointed at the centre of her folds, inhaling her inner warmth.

That was the perfect opportunity to take a sniff.

She was divine. Or, well, the opposite, but in the best possible way. What started out as a modest little draw of her air soon turned to an adoring, instantly obsessed huff. He filled his lungs and mind with the hellhound's intoxicating essence and immediately wanted more. Sophie was content to let him feast upon her pheromones. Sucking down her scent left him squirming excitedly. His mouth was watering. As content as he was just to sniff her, he absolutely had to start licking before long, lapping at the juices glazed across the surface of her spade until he had enough to swallow.

"Mm!" She gave a sharp call of pleasure and turned her head back to watch him indulge himself. "Look at you. Now you're just spoiling mama. I'm supposed to be the one treating you, honey."

Sophie eased down upon him little by little to make sure he had plenty of time to lick along all the outer edges. The more weight she rested on his face, the deeper he found himself wedged. Her pussy spread around his muzzle and clamped on firmly. It was abundantly clear to him that he was going to end up inside of her by the end of the night. That he hadn't already was a testament to how much she enjoyed his company. He was trembling for how horny he was once he really started digging his tongue into her, and she showed him her appreciation with pleasant little pulses and clenches around his face, kneading him in the grip of her shiny hound cunt.

Evan was soon enveloped into the darkness, his whole face fully inside of her, if ever so slightly. Sophie lingered there, slowly glossing back and forth, grinding on him. He was concerned for a moment when he heard a doggish whimper from her, but that was just her telling him what a good job he was doing. That was all the encouragement he needed to go even deeper, to absolutely slobber over her as he penetrated her with his tongue, sampling every flavour she had. Scooping up all that demon taste to fill his mouth with juices again and again left him so excited he was kicking his legs, and she stomped a paw with delight right along with him.

"Ooh, mmhmm! I knew you were a good boy the moment I saw you from below. You like a nice fat dog puss on your face, cutie boldie?"

For whatever reason, Evan made an attempt at replying. He didn't get any more than an mmf, but the chuckle that earned from her was its own reward.

"I knew you would! Now, how about I push down just a little deeper and we see how we both like that, alright?"

She was very careful. At her size, she probably could have crushed him if she just let the full weight of her haunches rest on the little kobold so eagerly eating her out. He was relentless. It felt like he was never going to run out of stamina so long as he was enjoying himself that much. Even feeling her slowly, slickly squishing her pussy over his cheeks, then fully around his head with a satisfyingly wet glomp. He was fully stuck in her, held captive by the soft collar around his neck, getting a deep head massage from the contracting muscles. Every lick he gave her just made her tighter, until her juices were squishing into his scales so sweetly he felt like they were a second skin.

Yet he could still get wetter. The inner warmth of the hellhound's sex had him wiggling towards her, as if to feed himself to her. He felt Sophie's amusement ripple through her body when she laughed at his efforts. As eager as he was, she took things at her own pace, and that meant slowly easing back to let him feel a tug beneath his chin, only to push forth once more. She kept that up, nice and slowly, using the kobold's entire head for her dildo before taking any more of him. Pumping and clenching the entire time, she sent juices pouring down his chest and spine alike, further bathing him in the demonic canine fragrance that had his lips quivering inside her.

It was getting hard to keep licking when she was moving that much, riding him like her personal toy, so he just stuck his tongue out and hoped it felt good for her. She slurped him up into her embrace, leaving him sweltering and yet so very comfortable. Even the pressure on his chest when she easily passed his shoulders didn't bother him. She was gentle yet firm all at the same time, insistent, yet he felt as if she would have let him go at any moment if he really wanted her to. That wasn't going to be remotely necessary when he was inching deeper into a soaking, slippery dream, all wrapped up in hellhound pussy, breathing her as deeply as he possibly could.

When she got down to his waist, she wiggled her hindquarters just right to make sure his cock pressed inside of her just right. He was far too small to have regular sex with her, but with him halfway inserted into her body, pushing towards her demonic womb, they could both take pleasure in the moment. She pressed her sex right down to the bed, taking him in to the waist, with his legs sticking out under her belly. Then she went up, and down, massaging herself with his entire body at the same time as stroking his cock with her smooth, velvety insides.

He wanted to keep going, to savour that feeling for hours, if he possibly could. Instead, he found himself rocketing straight to the edge of his peak after just a few succulent strokes and slurps of her slippery sex up and down his body. That didn't matter though. She was just as close, just as quickly, as if feeding off his own pleasure. Or maybe he just felt that good all wedged inside her, soaking up every squeeze and pump she gave him.

"Ohhh, Evan, oh you precious thing ..."

She sounded so lovely when she was cumming, even muffled through the flesh that surrounded him. He felt her body trembling with the sheer force of the orgasm that overtook her. She clenched on him and then let out a full, haunting howl when she squirted all over him. He felt her juices gushing out and pouring down his legs, and the best he could give her in response was a few good, hard shots of kobold cum all over himself and the walls around him alike. He hoped it was okay to spill his seed inside her pussy like that. She certainly didn't seem to mind, by the continuous trembling and flexing of her inner muscles, milking out even more from him than he thought he could ever produce, more than he ever shot in a full day much less mere seconds of enraptured spurting.

Once the two of them were an absolute mess together, and so was Evan's bed, Sophie settled down and tucked just a little more of him away. She wasn't letting him out. Even drained like that, he still wiggled all excitedly while her pussy nommed on him, squeezing and slurping alike, juices pouring down onto the sheets as she claimed his thighs, and the thicker part of his tail. There wasn't much more of him to eat. She hummed and smacked her lips as she consumed him, dragging him deeper and deeper into the pheromone factory that surrounded him, pushing him past a moment's resistance so he could slip fully into her awaiting womb.

The fragrance lingered with him as he got his face stuffed into that chamber. He was doused in it and swimming it, and that was to be his companionship while she tucked away the last of him. A wag of her tail came with the final schlorp around his paws and tail tip that seized him and kept him. After that, it was just a few more flexes until he was fully claimed and safely wrapped up in the gentle walls of a demon's womb. Her body was cozy, soft, slick, and just the right kind of warm. He naturally curled up where he bulged in her belly, which left him perfectly vulnerable to her affectionate attention.

"Goooooood boy. All mine," she said with a fond, rolling growl. Then she nosed at the shape of the kobold inside her. He didn't make that big of a bulge, to be honest. "If it's alright with you, I'd love to keep you right there, nice and safe. I think it's where you belong. I know it, really."

A big paw kneading at him made him wiggle, but he was otherwise completely relaxed. It was tempting to just slip off and finish the night's sleep before he even gave her a reply. He listened to her steady heartbeat, her slow, calm breathing, and the general rumble of her inner workings, but there wasn't a single sound that threatened him. She was far more comfortable than his bed had ever been, keeping him safe from the elements, fondly squeezing him now and then just to remind him how much she loved having him there. Still, he did murmur out a timid question.

"Is it safe?"

This time, she didn't chuckle, but instead responded in her kindest, most caring voice. "Of course. I know that's how you like it! I can't promise I won't have some adventures while you're with me though. Maybe you'll even get some company."

"Then yes. I'd love that so much ..."

He trailed off and got an affectionate stroke from one of her paws.

"I'd love that too. You're so good! All the time! You deserve a treat like this. Go ahead and close your eyes while hell mom keeps you safe, okay? I'll make sure not to disturb your sleep again."

Curling up on his bed meant messing up his covers and really rubbing her scent into the sheets once she really got settled. After circling a few times first, of course. She made sure to relax in such a way that didn't put too much pressure on her prized little belly bulge. With her head on her paws and her tail softly thumping in her contentment, she breathed a sigh that rolled through her entire body and Evan's alike. There he was to stay, for an unspecified amount of time, enjoying her warmth, her scent, and her kindly presence alike.

It occurred to him she'd never so much as mentioned how long she was going to keep him there. He didn't mind. Maybe it was overnight, maybe it was a while longer. There was the distinct possibility that she was just going to keep him there forever, her cozy kobold bulge, to soothe and dote on whenever she needed someone to soak up all the affection she had to give. Knowing her, she probably wouldn't be that extreme, but Evan began to drift off without a single care in the world.

Whatever she decided, she was going to keep him so very safe and comfortable, cared for in every moment, never forgotten in her depths. She was such a good demon dog mom, and he was ever so lucky to have attracted her attention just by being who he was - a cute, delicious treat to tuck away and spoil with every moment spent lovingly trapped inside her infernal body.