chapter 2

She watched for a moment as he walked towards the back of the yard, thinking that he might disappear into the woods as he felt better after eating. "Goodbye, Emmat," she said softly.

She puts the screen door in place and leaves the door open as a good day is promised.

After washing the dishes, I took a shower and went upstairs to change clothes.

He went out to the edge of the tree and passed. It was awkward to pee as he usually balances with his injured leg, but he managed to avoid smearing his body. He marked the corner tree of the site. A little further, he left a pile of smoke behind him.

Slowly descended the valley and ascended to the other side. His striker and rival was lying dead from behind. He checked the body, but there was no sign of his life. Take your last breath and head back to the valley.

In the other corner, he succeeded in flipping the stone a couple of times.

OK, good enough for now. He heads back to her back porch. Arriving at the screen door, he whines to be let back in. Nothing. He barks to get her attention. There is nothing yet.

He is knocking on the door. He does not move and does not open.

That's right. he went inside

Through the mesh on the door of the house. He gets a little embarrassed when he can't hear her downstairs. If he listens, he hears the sound of running water. He carefully climbs the stairs.

She hums to herself as she washes her face. The bathroom door is ajar since there's no ceiling fan to remove the humidity. He sticks his snout in the space and pushes the door open. His nails click on the tile as he enters the bathroom.

He sits on his haunches watching, waiting, listening as the singing stops, and the moaning begins.

Ronnie was coming over later. He`d been gone for a little over a week.

That meant a good session of sex tonight, as long as he didn't get too drunk.

She put her hands on her breasts, thinking of him touching them, fondling them, sucking on her nipples. She grabbed both her nipples and rolled them, as the familiar sensations started building below. Her right hand now trailed down her body. She cupped her pussy and then pressed in, circling slightly.

Her middle finger now crooks and delves between her lips, tracing a path and feeling wetness that has nothing to with the water cascading over her body.

She strokes past her clit and moans lightly. Thinking of Ronnie's hands, she pushes two fingers inside and begins rocking against her own hand, making little whimpers and moans.

More, more is needed.

Now her fingertips were hovering just above her clitoris and rubbing her in quick circles as she approached her climax. She breathed faster, harder, harder, moaning, and leaning her forehead against the wall of the shower. The water started to get cold.

She then screamed and collapsed on the verge of orgasm, struggling to stand upright in the shower. Panting, shaking a little, wiping a little more and shutting off the water.

Please wait. Ronnie doesn't have brown eyes. What did she dream of?

H.

Pull back the shower curtain and grab the towel. She rubs her short, wavy dark brown hair hard and gets out of the bathtub.

She screamed at her, clutching her sink while Emmat shoved her nose into the open crotch.

The sound she made made him cringe, but her slippery juice hit her nose. His tongue stretched out and licked her moisture. Like. He moved forward again to get more from her. she pushed him away

"Oh my God, Emmat, no." She wraps her towel around her body and enters her bedroom.

He quietly follows and sits down. His chocolate eyes follow her movements. She finished drying her and threw her towel on the bed.

Her scent is heavier here, but she also caught the scent of another man. There is a low growl in his chest.

She turns her body away from her closet and now looks at him with some fear.

He then lays on a throw rug, puts his head on his forelegs, and quietly watches her again. He'd scared her with the growl. He couldn't have that. He had to get her to accept him, to trust him.

She stood there, with the closet doors open, naked, contemplating. He investigated her. Beautiful and elastic legs. Beautiful, full thighs and buttocks. One of the characteristics of human women. He was never a fan of skinny women. Her body shrank from the waist and then swelled from the waist to the shoulders. Her hair was dark mahogany, but she was shorter than he wanted and fell just below her ears.

She threw her jeans on the bed, but she couldn't pick out a blouse.

Finally she pulls out a swirly purple hard rock t-shirt.

He is now admiring the front of her body as she turns her towards her chest of drawers. Nicely sized breasts, not too small, and not too large. The small patch of trimmed hair at the top of her thighs, the same color as the hair on her head. A tattoo! Not very large but definitely there. A small scarlet butterfly just to the left of her pubic hair. He picks up his head and his tongue lolls out. Below him, his penis begins to crawl out of its sheath.

What to wear? what to wear

Of course, jeans. Now it's at the top. Hmm. I had to wear short sleeves because it had to be warm enough. Ronnie will be grateful. Oh, this beautifully hugged her curves. working.

She turned for the underwear drawer, glancing at Emmat as she did so. The way he was looking at her made her vaguely uncomfortable. She tried to place it. Almost hungry. Sexual.

Okay, she transferred her lustful feelings to the dog.

Okay, underwear. She soberly went to the commando but if she didn't tell him she wouldn't even be half a lap.

Ah! what she wanted

She started pulling her red lace panties, straightening it, and looking at him again.

Ah, very nice. Would the bra match?

He watches as she pulls out the lacy material. Yes, marvelous.

She attaches the loops around her waist and twists it, putting her arms through the straps and pulling it up into place. Each breast was then lifted and placed properly in the cup. Demi Bra! Her nipples were simply exposed over the top of each lace cup. The coolness of the morning made them stand out. Bad Girls. He licked his lips.

Then she wore a t-shirt and low-rise jeans. Her gaze was fixed on the skin exposed between her shirt and jeans. She approaches him by shaking her hair and stroking her hair with her fingers.

He stands as she approaches. Crouching, she holds his muzzle in her hand. "Put a hole in my screen door, didn't you?"

He whines slightly at the disapproving tone.

"You need to learn some manners."

She turns to leave the room, and he follows, limping along behind her. He has some trouble getting down the stairs but manages it.

She goes immediately to the back door. "Huh. Look at that. How'd you manage that one?" She's relieved to find he hasn't put a hole in the screen; it just pulled out of the track along the edges of the door.

She retrieves a screwdriver and pulls the display screen taut as she pushes the rubber gasket lower back into the channel with it. She then stands, places her palms on her hips, and surveys her work. Not awful. She pats his head as she is going lower back to go back the screwdriver to a drawer.

"OK, you`re forgiven."

She seems on the clock. "Now, let's take a look at you out again. Then, in case you insist on putting round, I must get you some thing else to eat."

He follows her into the kitchen, wherein she collects a fabric, the gauze, and a basin of water. She sits down at the ground and pats it together along with her hand. "C'mon, lay down. Let's see how you are doing."

He complies and he or she wets down the fabric and touches his shoulder. She examines the wound.

"Huh, that does not appearance 1/2 of awful. OK, how approximately the lower back end?"

She movements lower back a chunk to test the wound on his flank. There's crusted blood there and he or she cleans it off, as lightly as she will manage. "That would not appearance awful either. OK, searching good. Now for the leg."

The chew is beneath what might well be referred to as the knee. So she pulled the ends of the gauze open and began out teasing it farfar from the wound. He yipped because it began out to shy away and his head jerked lower back in the direction of her. She quick dropped his leg and sponsored up. She then chuckled nervously while he licked the wound on his flank.

Fear. His surprising motion had scared her. She failed to accept as true with that he would not harm her.

It had harm while she began out pulling the gauze off and he had jerked involuntarily. He licked the wound on his hip whilst she settled again.

He needed to get towards her so he needed to keep away from scaring her, as tons as he could.

He whined as she persevered to drag the gauze off and yipped over again at a specifically soft spot.

Blood now. She had pulled off a number of the scabs withinside the process. He sprawled out on his side, laying his head backpedal in an try to make her comfortable.

Water again. The fabric cool on his skin, cleansing the blood off.

"Now, Emmat. I suppose one extra time with the gauze. You're recovery faster than I expected."

She rewraps the area, transferring his leg up and down as she works. He watches her. She appears to be observing his cock and balls.

"Do the women like your style, Em? Are you a hung puppy?" She stops and closes her eyes.

Finishing the re-wrap, she units down the fabric and the gauze. She scratches in the back of his ears and runs her palms down his lower back, feeling his fur. She stops while she sees the top of his cock sticking out.

"Sorry. I do not imply to tease you. I simply have not gotten laid in a whilst."

She stands, throws out the gauze and rinses out the fabric. His eyes observe her round.

"OK. Since you appear decided to loaf around right here," she's standing, searching at him, palms on her hips again, "I must get you some thing else to eat. I'm jogging out of beef."

"So, I want to visit the shop and also you are not staying in right here whilst I do it."

She grabs her vehicle keys and her purse, cellular phone crammed in her lower back pocket. "C'mon, Emmat, get up." His tail thumps at the ground. "Up! Get up! C'mon."

He makes no circulate as she stands on the the front door. She seems at him a moment, quirking her lips to at least one side. She sighs and walks to the lower back door. She opens it and he limps over, the rear leg touching the ground occasionally, and walks onto the lower back porch. She closes and locks the rear door and pats the porch. "Go ahead, lay down. I'll be lower back soon."

He lies at the blanket and he or she pats his head then walks off the lower back porch. As she turns the nook she unearths him beside her again.

"No, Emmat, please pass lower back to the porch." He seems at her, wagging his tail. She crouches in the front of him. "Please. Just live right here. I'll be proper lower back. I'll be proper lower back. Stay."

She wishes this a lot however he would not need to be farfar from her, now that he is discovered her.

He attempts to observe however she closes the door on him.

He whines, cries, and barks to get her attention, to make her come lower back.

He hears the sound of the motor turning over and the storage door ratcheting up. He runs round to the door however she's already pulling out onto the road.

She glances at him with a unhappy appearance on her face as she drives off.

He follows in short then turns round and is going lower back to her lower back porch. With a huff, he flops backpedal at the blanket and sprawls out. It's getting warmer.

Damn. In a remember of hours he is honestly gotten connected to her. It turned into honestly weird. She'd by no means heard of a feral calming down so quick.