What Started in the Waterfall, Chapter 2, The House Calls
Our hound slumped into the doorway of his home. A tower, reaching skyward in a deep, sand brown color. A generous gift from his parents. Which he regularly used as a sanctuary and basically a hotel for anyone who needed it. He was greeted by an infinitely long serpent, resembling Quetzalcoatl without wings. She was the guardian of the sanctuary, a gentle giant by the name of Angelus. He stroked her head and gave her a kiss before continuing on into the main hall. "Why am I such an idiot?" He asked Angelus, but was half muttering to himself, "flirting with one of the most dangerous lioness ever! Her father would kill me, and her mother would kill me, and the pride of men after her would join in like I was wild game!" His volume had gradually increased to a calm yell down the east corridor. A few torches flickered until two figures started laughing hysterically from the other end of the corridor.
"You did what?!?" The Hound waited for Blaze and Jarrel to stop laughing before even trying to explain. Blaze, a tall, dark-furred hound with several asymmetrical facial and body piercings on a toned, thick body, and crimson eyes, and Jarrel, a little shorter than Blaze, about six feet tall, with a golden brown fur color and serene, but lethal silver eyes, set on a chiseled, slender frame, were both doubled over in hysteric laughter. "Did I hear reference to Kristen Brown? The gorgeous and graceful cub whose parents would decapitate you for looking??" Jarrel chided on, similarly attracted to her, "you went there?!" He denied it. Blaze mutated a grin across his face, "why not? She is tempting. I know I wouldn't have passed that up for fear of the old man." The hound retorted with the confused question of whether he'd met Mr. Brown or not and Blaze confirmed it. "He's not too tough." The hound pushed past them and Angelus 'convinced' them to leave him alone. He walked up the five flights of stairs along the inside of the spire to his room. The thing was a tasteful man-cave, there was a pinball machine and a hot tub amongst jade pillars. Three balconies and a small bed tucked into a corner, but this time there was a bronze gargoyle on the roof with him. He slowly approached the statue and tried to prod the thing. But the Bat whirled around and snatched the finger. An evil chuckle left him, "I know what you did last night." A sinister glare pierced the poor hound and The Bat loomed over him. He tried to stutter out a response, but stopped as he recognized Mr. Brown. The Bat reached behind himself and flexed a torso of lean muscles as he did, the bronze skin and fur seemed to flow under the setting sun. His face was nobly sharp and well poised and his eyes seemed to be an empty pair of smoldering lenses as his eyes returned to the hound and a top hat seemed to appear on his head. A death defying silence followed, the hound felt like he was being crushed under the weight of Mr. Brown's evil glare. Out of no where, the bat began to laugh manically. "What'd you think?" He let go of the hounds finger and straightened up, leaving a set of lower abs in the hound's face. As the bat fixed his hat, he hopped down, he walked into the room and stepped into the pool, slowly feeling the warm water. The hound stuttered through a response, or tried to, trying to say that he didn't sleep with his daughter, knowing that that's what the bat was there for, "No, no, it's okay, don't deny it." The hound continued to try, but Mr. Brown wouldn't have it. "Look, you fucked my daughter. But I'm okay with that. I just want to know if you had a good time with it." His crude speech put the hound off for a second as he walked towards the tub as well. "I really didn't have sex with your daughter..." Mr. Brown made an interested sound and slumped further into the water. The hound slipped into the tub a short distance from Mr. Brown. This was his favorite part of his room in the tower. "So," the hound ventured for small talk to change the subject, "how's the wife?" Ironically enough, the hound had gone after Mr. Brown's wife before they had their wedding, not too close before it, but they had fooled around at one time. "She's good, that frisky lion is all kinds of heated about this. She's the one who came up with the rumor in the first place after watching you two swim together." The Hound shuddered at the thought of his old crush watching him and her daughter alone together. "I find it amusing really," Mr. Brown continued, that you're always after my women." He laughed openly to this, but the Hound was only made more uncomfortable by it. "Come on mate, laugh!" The Hound ventured a chuckle, but wasn't any bit reassured by the command. "Listen, we've almost had our fun in the past and are very good friends. You've got to accept the fact that I'll joke with you about who you want to have some fun with!" That threw him for a loop, now Mr. Brown had called out his inner desire and voiced about three people, all very related to him and his friend. But now came his time for retaliation, "I bet after hearing about that rumor, you've secretly become jealous." He wasn't the best at these games, but he tried. "It took you that long to figure it out?" Mr. Brown challenged. "You know I don't simply drop by unannounced, and even then do I wait on your balcony unless I want something." The hair and fur on his back crawled it's way up his spine at that question, the chills weren't bad, but they didn't make his ability to relax any easier. The Hound asked what Mr. Brown had come for. Mr. Brown leaned towards him, "That's easy, you." The Hound was taken back to the days when the random flirtatious side of Mr. Brown focused on him. There was some time where the two of them had secretly contemplated it, but they never voiced it to each other, especially not in this blunt manner. The Hound backed away very slightly but Mr. Brown still noticed. He moved in and drug his claws along the nervous hound's chest and bore his fangs in an evil grin, "now don't you try and leave when I've got you this close!" There was a form of control and command in his voice that made the hound's body quiver. The tone and person it came from turned him on, even though he had no intention of sleeping with him while under investigation and the accusation of sleeping with the bat's daughter the night before. The hound was paralyzed with sexual tension and fear. He didn't get laid last night and the bat was commanding him in a very 'special' way. A short bit of pink pressed up out of the sheath and Mr. Brown wrapped a hand around it slowly, putting pressure around it with each finger. The shaft grew, seemingly trying to escape the hand's fingers, but really, the hound was in heaven. An extremely attractive bat looming over him with one hand on his growing limbido. Mr. Brown lowered his head and lightly drug his elongated fangs down the hounds chest and stomach, slowly approaching his nearly erect shaft. He pulled his hand up the hound's shaft slowly and bit down on his inner thigh. The Hound gasped and lurched forward into Mr. Brown's awaiting hand. "Hey! I can't make sure my daughter has good taste if you keep squirming!" He pushed the hound against the wall of the tub and held him there, "Don't move!" The bat commanded, "pulling my hair is optional, but if you pull too hard, you'll know." The statement sounded like a promise of bat fangs being introduced to the tender subject of his 'dignity'. His assailant was generous, but an enticing villain all the same. He rolled back in his seat, a mixture of ecstasy and overwhelming pleasure as the gorgeous bat let a hot breath roll over the tip of his shaft and flicked it with his tongue. The Hounds back arched and his elbows dug into the edges of the tub, lifting his body off the ground without him meaning to, and Mr. Brown dug a full set of claws into his prey for it. The heightened sensitivity and the claws caused him to gasp, plant his hands at either side of him, and roll his head back. Just then his door swung open and a gorgeous dark-chocolate brown hound walked in with faint blue flames following her steps and hands. She cleared her throat loudly and covered her blush with a tight fist. "A Mrs. Brown is here to see you..." Mr. Brown gently rested his teeth on the Hounds throbbing shaft and vibrated the member with a few curses before sucking and pulling back to face the wide eyed and blushing female who'd tried to look away like her life depended on it. "Thank you, Sugar." He turned to the Hound and planted an open hand on his left cheek with no reserve on velocity. After the loud smack, he commented, "I Approve, and there's a little more for ya." He leapt up and retrieved his bowler hat before leaping off the balcony. The Hound laid back and let an angry grin cross his face before he heard 'it's been two hours?! What could you two've been doing??' 'He got home late!' The couple bickered loudly until they entered the western forest under the mountain. "Fucking tease..."