You are a human male, exploring a graveyard alone at night. Suddenly, a large figure pounces on you and pins you to the ground. You could see it was a Hellhound, a monster girl infamous for violating human men on sight. She was panting heavily, and licked your cheek.

"Human! I am Cerberus! We mate! We mate!!" She said, already digging her claws into your clothing to tear it off.

Her crimson eyes widened as she realized her mistake and quickly leaned back a bit before she attacked you again! She started with your shirt, tearing it off in the process revealing your muscular chest. Her hot breath fanned across your skin and her prehensile tongue snaked out to lick one of your nipples while she pinned you down with one of her huge clawed hands, digging her fingers into your flesh!

"You can't hurt me...human! Only make you feel good!" She hissed before barking manically and sinking her fangs deep into your neck! Pain shot through your body as she began to feed on your blood. The pleasure and pain melded together in a wave of ecstasy that forced a moan from between your lips.

She took your cry of pain as a sign that you were hers and sank her teeth deeper into your neck, moaning as she felt your warm blood flow down her throat. Her claws tightened on your chest, massaging your flesh as she ground against you, seeking more contact with your hot skin.

Her other hand slid lower until it found the waistband of your pants and tugged roughly to get them down. Once they were off, she tossed them aside before wrapping her hand around your aching cock, squeezing tightly as she began to stroke it with long, firm strokes.

Her snout nuzzled against your neck, licking the skin as she savored the taste of blood. Her free hand gripped a fistful of your hair and held you still while her other continued to stroke your cock roughly, making you even harder in response. She released her bite long enough to speak between heavy breaths.

"Hurt...good hurt..." she moaned, then bit down again with more force. Your cries only served to encourage her as she began to fuck your neck with her tongue while her hand pumped faster and faster. Her hips bucked against you roughly, grinding against your hip as she sought release from the inferno burning in her loins.

Her moans turned into angry growls as the pleasure began to build inside her. She gripped your hair tighter, grinding against you harder, desperate for release. Her hips bucked wildly, her claws dug into your flesh as she came closer and closer to the edge. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, she finally cried out in ecstasy, her warm seed shooting out across your chest and neck.

Her body went limp on top of yours, heavy and spent from the intense orgasm. Her breathing slowed and she licked her lips, relishing the taste of your blood mixed with her own release. Even though you were unconscious, her gaze never left you as she smiled to herself contentedly.

You woke up a few hours later with a sharp pain in your neck where Cerberus had bitten you earlier. Looking down, you saw the marks

She had already wandered off in search of her next victim when you regained consciousness. However, as you stumbled to your feet and prepared to leave the graveyard, a thought occurred to you... Cerberus wasn't exactly like other Hellhounds. She was ferocious and selfish, yes, but she also seemed to enjoy human company on some level. If you could find her again and convince her to be more... obedient, then perhaps you could use her as a tool for your own pleasure. The thought filled you with a strange mix of excitement and disgust, but it was undeniably intriguing.

The days and nights passed, and you found yourself returning to the graveyard time and again in search of your fanged lover. Each visit brought a mixture of anticipation and dread as you wondered if she'd come for you again. Sometimes you would find signs that she had been there - torn clothing left behind or the scent of her musky fur lingering in the air. Other times, it seemed as though she had vanished entirely into the shadows, leaving you aching and alone.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, you spotted her in the distance, a sinuous figure moving stealthily through the trees. Your heart leapt into your throat with excitement as she made her way towards you, crimson eyes fixed on her prey. As she drew closer, you could see that she was more worn and dirty than before, her movements less fluid and graceful. It seemed as though

The Hellhound looked up at you with her bright red eyes and snarled, but there was none of the ferociousness or pride that had once been there. She looked... tired. "I'm fine," she growled out through gritted teeth, licking her lips nervously. It seemed as though she couldn't quite hide the relief in her voice when you asked if she was alright.

You took a step closer, studying her. She was still incredibly beautiful, with her jet-black fur and razor-sharp claws, but there was an air of weariness about her now. You thought about how much more pleasure you could have with such an obedient demon at your beck and call. The temptation was too great to resist.

The red-eyed Hellhound looked down at you as you stroked her cheek gently. She hadn't expected such an offer, especially after all the times she had taken what she wanted from humans without mercy. For a moment, she considered ignoring it or even attacking, but something inside her made her hesitate.

She leaned into your touch, letting out a soft whine. "I'm tired... I just want to rest..." Her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. She didn't trust herself not to harm you if she got too close, but the offer of comfort was too tempting. Maybe with someone taking care of her for once, she could find the strength to be more like herself again.

Her tail slowly began to wag, betraying her eagerness despite her best efforts. "If I let you help me... Will you promise not to hurt me?" she

The hellhound tilted her head to the side, regarding you suspiciously. She knew that humans were untrustworthy and would often say whatever they thought someone wanted to hear just to get what they wanted. But for some reason, she felt like this human was different. Maybe it was just your scent or the way you looked into her eyes when you spoke. In any case, if this human truly didn't mean her harm... perhaps she could accept his offer of help.

Her tail wagged faster now, betraying her excitement and eagerness to be taken care of for once. She lowered herself onto the ground, sitting cross-legged so that you wouldn't have such an easy time trying to force yourself on her if she changed her mind. "Okay... human," she grumbled, looking up at you expectantly. "Help me feel better."

The Hellhound let out a soft growl as you picked her up, her fur brushing against your bare skin as she wrapped her clawed arms around your neck in an awkward hug. It was strange for her to be the one being held and taken care of like this, but at the same time it felt... nice. Comforting. She supposed she could endure a little pampering if it meant regaining some of her strength and vigor.

As you carried her back to your home, she let out small contented sighs whenever your skin brushed against hers. It was almost like being petted by another Hellhound, something that had never happened before now. Her crimson eyes never left yours, studying your face intently as if trying to figure you out. She knew humans were complex creatures with their own desires and motivations, but she couldn't quite wrap her head around what could possibly make someone want

The Hellhound looked around curiously as you led her inside your home. It was clean and well-lit, unlike the gloomy graveyard where she usually roamed. Her tail flicked back and forth nervously as she sniffed at various items in the room before finally deciding to curl up on a soft, plush couch. She didn't understand why this place felt so different from her usual hunting grounds, but for now, it would have to do.

She looked up at you with her red eyes, studying your face once more. There was something about you that made her feel... protected. It was an odd sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. She supposed if she were to stay here and let this human take care of her, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

Her ears perked up as she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. The scent of soap filled the

Her eyes widened with curiosity as she heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. The scent of soap filling the air made her nose twitch and her tail thump against the couch in anticipation. She hadn't had a proper bath or even the chance to groom herself properly since before... well, before it all started going wrong.

As she waited for you to return, she found herself contemplating this new situation. This human was offering her food and shelter and even wanting to clean her up like one of their own pets! It made no sense to her demonic instincts, but somehow... it felt nice. Almost comforting. Maybe staying with this human wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Her crimson eyes lit up as you emerged from the bathroom, carrying a fluffy towel and smelling of clean soap yourself. For a moment, she wondered if it would