# First Blood (Prequel)

Author: Alfa_Barf
Tags: Canine, Greentext, Human, Second Person, Sex, Supernatural

[Greentext] In your typical horror fashion, Anon becomes the latest victim of a hellhound's vices as the Halloween night comes to a close. Prequel of sorts to Part 1.

\>It's a little after three in the morning  
\>The night of Halloween  
\>Your place was the last stop on the gauntlet of party-hopping debauchery  
\>Luckily, half the crew you started out with had ditched the group as the night progressed  
\>Meaning you had your night of fun and didn't have to clean up too much afterwards  
\>Everyone who came to your place was able to leave; nobody to crash at your place overnight  
\>In fact, some of them were pretty sober by the end of it  
\>Including a girl in a typical “sexy devil" costume who wouldn't take her eyes off you  
\>Your friends elbowed you in the ribs and tried to get you to hook up with her  
\>But the moment you decided to make a move she had already left  
\>Bummer  
\>So it's another lonely night for Anon once the last guest left  
\>You can barely sleep after all that, and after a night of drinking you're feeling alcohol-induced peckishness  
\>You could hold out until morning, or grab a quick snack  
\>Hunger wins out, so you hop out of bed almost immediately after getting into it and head over to your refrigerator to scavenge what you can  
\>Seems like someone already beat you to it  
\>The door is open and a dark shape is rooting around inside  
\>You see something glistening in the shadows, and moaning coming from where the light radiates  
\>You throw the lights on, but the darkness standing before the fridge remains  
\>It's a voluptuous female shape, but with the legs, arms, and head of a black-furred canine  
\>She's already unlike any dog you've ever seen just by being two-legged, but the sharp horns, bat wings, crimson eyes, and spaded tail also make her unlike any two-legged dog you could have ever imagined  
\>Completely nude; the glistening you saw was her slick, aroused, rosy lips squeezed between a heavy rump  
\>She turns to look at you with a thick roll of salami punctured between her teeth  
\>She grins around the meat and snaps it in half, hanging on to the two parts with a long, curling, forked tongue so that she can swallow them whole one at a time  
\>You watch the chunks travel down her throat in huge bulges  
\>"Looks like we both had the same idea," she says with a sultry tone. “A little bite in the witching hour."  
\>Just then it hits you  
\>This was the girl from the parties  
\>Or, at least she has the same devilish accessories as her  
\>But this is some kind of unbelievable canine-devil hybrid  
\>Like a succubus mixed with a hellhound  
\>As she struts over to you on the tips of her paw pads you are smacked with her aroma  
\>It's not perfume, but lust and pure pheromones  
\>And yet there is also a seed of dread inside you  
\>"You must know how I've been watching you all night, Anon."  
\>She reaches up and runs her black nails across your cheek  
\>Hell is not fire and brimstone, but a chilling temptation like the one running down your spine  
\>"Not every man is lucky to be my prey. You haven't been very lucky in your love life, but it's all going to change before the sun rises."  
\>Her muzzle pulls back into a wicked smile  
\>You need to run, the voice in your head says  
\>But where? You're already in the safest place you can think of, and it's not like you can come back with this hellhound still hanging around  
\>Although, she DID mention the sun  
\>Maybe you just have to stall her until morning?  
\>You say a quick goodbye and run to your door  
\>When you open it up, you wish you hadn't  
\>The maw of some cosmic horror is on the other side, teeth lining its throat like a hideous blender  
\>You hear the muffled screams of victims deep within its gullet, and it doesn't intend on passing up yet another meal  
\>A thin rope wraps around your waist and pulls you back into the room  
\>It's not just a rope; it's the hellhound's whippy tail  
\>And you're no longer back home, but in a succubus' lair  
\>Red and black satin everywhere  
\>Bondage gear adorning the walls like ornaments or art  
\>Bottles and wine glasses filled with something you know isn't wine  
\>You're on the floor with the hellhound looming over you  
\>A fleck of her feminine juices drips down onto your forehead  
\>It burns hotter than any boiling water could  
\>But you can't scream  
\>Her tail had worked its way up to your head and gagged your mouth as you lay on the needle-like carpet  
\>"You are a bad, bad boy, Anon," she scolds. “Running away from a lady? You should stop and get to know me. After all, we're going to be together for an eternity."  
\>You're pulled to your feet by your neck, and then the tail becomes lax  
\>Only to reposition itself back to your waist  
\>With your arms pinned to your sides  
\>"I was going to give you unsurpassable pleasure, the typical “mortal" way…"  
\>Her front paws, her “hands", rest on your shoulders  
\>"But now I see you'll need something with a little more discipline involved."  
\>Her once petite bat wings grow into a massive pair  
\>They curl around your ensnared form like a cage  
\>"Now then. When was the last time you had your blood drawn?"  
\>Every beat of your heart lets her tail tighten its constriction  
\>It's like a tourniquet for your whole body  
\>The blood rushes to your head, and sweat pours out of your skin to cool the sudden heat  
\>"You know what they say: it's the initial prick that hurts the most."  
\>Her muzzle opens to reveal two long, thin fangs  
\>You barely have enough time to let out a gasp before she clamps her mouth around the base of your neck  
\>The sensation is deep, but it's not enough to send you into shock  
\>In fact, the longer she holds the position the duller the pain gets  
\>She gives a powerful suck  
\>It feels as though your very soul is draining into her  
\>But with the quick pause for air she injects a new feeling into you  
\>It's pure adrenaline mixed with an aphrodisiac  
\>Every inhale pumps a little more blood into your shaft, until you're painfully erect  
\>Every surge feels as though you're completely drained of your blood, then filled back up with her exhale  
\>And every draw seems to pull a little more of your essence with it  
\>You're close to blacking out whenever she draws you into her throat, and when she pauses for even the shortest time you're dragged back to her feverish reality  
\>The only thing stable is your throbbing length, which is so cripplingly sensitive you're afraid to regain any sensation in your body  
\>While the fluids syphoned out of you flow quickly, something thicker slowly creeps forward from your groin  
\>Your gasping becomes a countdown for the climax, each one getting higher and higher  
\>Her tail unravels around you, and it's like taking the knot out of a garden hose  
\>Until the rush is stopped by a valve  
\>Your release is denied by a single finger of the hellhound's paw  
\>Whatever fiendish trick she's using, it's more than effective  
\>You're grunting and whining, holding in the deluge as she chuckles at you mockingly  
\>Even the jack-o-lanterns sneer at you with fiery eyes  
\>She's saying something, but you're under too much duress to hear her  
\>But what she's saying could be your salvation  
\>Or not  
\>"It's all but written in blood already, but…I want to hear it from your own lips."  
\>A black, razor claw from her other paw points to your heart  
\>"Your soul. Will you give it to me?"  
\>Anything  
\>You'll say anything to get your sexual liberation  
\>You can't even actually say anything, you just feebly nod your head  
\>"Mmmm, good. Then let's get it in ink…"  
\>When you finally release, it's a torrent  
\>There's no way you could consider this pleasurable  
\>But somehow you do  
\>The afterglow of your orgasm is sweeter than the actual thing  
\>Time freezes, and you reach out with your freed arms for anything to hold for stability  
\>Your vision returns slowly  
\>Now you're lucid enough you see your handiwork  
\>You coated the hellhound's stomach with your semen  
\>The white strands sizzle on her scorching abdomen  
\>She scoops as much as she can with a finger and licks it off  
\>It's then you realize it's her breasts you were holding on to for stability  
\>The flesh of her nipples burns your palms like soldering irons  
\>You can't let go  
\>It's as though the heat fused your hands to her chest  
\>"Taking the initiative? I like that. We can't have you all soft and submissive when we start the REAL fun. No no, that's for afterwards, when I decide to break you."  
\>She leans in close to your ear, whispering sinisterly  
\>"And we haven't even…'scratched the surface' yet."  
\>Her fangs hover over the opposite side of your neck  
\>You relive every excruciating moment in a fraction of a second before her pearly daggers even touch your skin  
\>When they do, the whole process starts all over again  
\>Rapture mixes with suffering  
\>Tears pour over shaky smiles  
\>You're suffocated by both her enthralling scent and the hearty musk in the room  
\>Unconsciousness takes you mercifully, though the fleeting laughter of the hellhound follows you into the darkness  
  
\>You break out of sleep paralysis  
\>It's never been this bad before, but at least it's all over  
\>You feel gross, to put it lightly  
\>Lying in a literal pool of sweat  
\>You enjoy the sounds of the morning, and the light peeking through the window  
\>You're panting heavily long after you rub the sleep from your eyes  
\>No other dream has been as vivid for you, ever  
\>Maybe it was some bad food?  
\>You wonder to yourself what you could have eaten to cause such a nightmare  
\>But was it really a “nightmare"?  
\>Now that you're awake, you can laugh at how afraid you were  
\>It really wasn't so bad, right?  
\>Like analyzing the ridiculousness of a nighttime illusion  
\>You can pick out the most pleasurable moments and keep them for later  
\>A little bit of fright was worth that sexual fantasy, wasn't it?  
\>"Mmm, I sure think so."  
\>Your eyes go wide  
\>The midnight fur of the hellhound's arm passes over your eyes as she pulls you into a binding squeeze  
\>"Just a little bit of fright…and your eternal soul. Wasn't such a bad tradeoff, hmm?"  
\>The light outside your window is snuffed out, leaving only a supernatural void  
\>Your room glows with a hellish red tint, and you can make out the shadows of damned souls looming over your bed  
\>"Whenever you're ready, we'll head back to MY place, little morsel."  
\>She grins, then cackles  
\>And so do the shadows around you

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ynZNWDkn
Part of the series Hellhound of the Morning
Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662156-hellhound-of-the-morning.md