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You gasped and grunted as you felt that huge, 12 inch cock spear itself into you over and over and over again. Intense, wet slapping sounds filled your bedroom as the strong hellhound kept you thoroughly pinned to the floorboards with his front paws, their dangerous claws pressed against your skin to remind you to behave yourself. Right above your head, the hounds' hot, intense pants, grunts and growls filled your ears in his gruff, alarmingly sexy voice. His warm, fluffy balls slapped against your taint with every hard, thorough, guided thrust... for someone fucking you so hard he went about it with shocking grace, every thrust smooth and deep, filling you to your absolute limit, knot kissing your entrance as his pre lubed the both of you up nicely, only making his dominantion easier.

Suddenly, despite how difficult it was to focus on literally anything other than the intense rutting you were receiving, a familiar, arcane glow caught your eye, and from where your head was pressed to the floor by the hellhound's strong, furry paw, you could see a collar slowly rising from the corner of the very summoning circle you'd used to spawn him. You could see the wolf grinning impishly out of the corner of your eye.

"Heh~ You really should have studied your circles better, little mortal. Lucky for you, you’re a fantastic fuck! In fact, I think I’ll keep you.~" He teased in that attractive, fiery voice of his. "Don't worry though, I'll take veeeeerrryyyyy good care of you for now on. I have a feeling you’re going to love where you’re going.~” He murred low and deep into your ear in a wickedly dominant taunt, but you didn’t doubt him for a second, he didn’t seem like the type to bluff. Staring at that collar, you began to wonder how you’d managed to get yourself into this situation in the first place…

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It was a calm, starry night. You’d just finished setting up your room for the summoning rite, table and chairs moved aside, necessary pagan sects opened to the appropriate pages, and all the required material ready in waiting in their various jars and bowls. You’d found a small cabin to rent just outside the city where no one would disturb you, or wonder what you were up to. Just a camping trip, was what you told them. Of course, that wasn’t the plan at all. You’d seen and heard too much about just how easy it could be to spawn imp incubi and succubi all on your own, no licensed summoner required! Of course, summoning without a license was illegal, but you decided the risk was worth it to spend some quality time with a cute, twink imp boy.

Now, at last, you were ready to begin the ceremony. To conjure an imp, nothing that special was required, at least according to the page you were on. A Fetish of the Underworlds, in this case a small ceremonial jar from Greece [It seemed the Underworlds were not really picky on WHAT catalyst you used for which kind of daemon], a vial of goat blood, five pinches of bone ash, a small Ley Crystal, and of course, a Scroll of Calling. Once they were all situated and in position, you drew the circle proper. For such basic summoning, the center was fairly simple, just the normal pentagram of paganistic magic. The outside was where it got tricky, requiring a large amount of runic writing to communicate with the other side correctly. You were pretty sure you got it right, after all surely imps weren’t THAT picky.

Finally, you lit your candles, removed everything but your boxers for conveniences’ sake, and began the rite. All that was left was the mantra, repeated a few times in latin until something answered. Eventually, the circle began to glow, the red chalk used to make it out beginning to radiate and flutter, becoming a heatless hellfire, the clear symbol that it was working. You moved back, holding your breath, wondering what the imp you summoned would look like. You had hoped he’d be one of those cute fox-faced ones, with the big thighs, wide hips, and soft fur, but as the light in the circle grew, and a black mist rose up, you realized right away that it seemed a bit… big.

It was only after the mist cleared did you realize that something had gone wrong. Standing before you was NOT a shortstack imp incubus, but a large, intimidating looking hellhound. He was easily the size of a wolf, and resembled one a fair bit too, minus the german shepherd-esque fur pattern mixed with the telltale red splashes of a hellfiend. Two small horns protruded from his head above a pair of ember yellow eyes. You could feel the warmth radiating from him as he looked around, one eyebrow raised, clearly confused. He spoke something to you in what sounded like Greek… but somehow older, though once he realized you didn’t understand, he switched to English.

“Summoning me without permission is a bold fucking move. This better be important.” He declared in a deep, smoky voice. You gulped, feeling a tremble run down your body as you met his clearly unimpressed eyes. You gaze shifted to his sharp fangs and dangerous claws, stories of novice summoners who’d gone missing or worse filling your head. The very real danger of this situation hit you like a freight train, but you couldn’t bring yourself to break the circle, you were paralyzed with fear. Unfortunately, you did subconsciously flick your eyes to the cessation knife, the tool used to break the connection between worlds in an emergency, and the wolf followed your gaze to it… then to the rest of the room again.

“Waaaaaaait… you’re a novice aren’t you?” He suddenly realized, before moving up nice and dangerously close, sniffing at your neck. A wide, amused smile formed on his muzzle. “Noooo, even better. You’re not even a proper summoner at all, are you?”

You weren’t sure what to do, and could only manage to shake your head, hoping the wolf wouldn’t decide to rip your throat out then and there. The wolf laughed lightly.

“Ooooohhohoh! This is precious.~” He rumbled, his expression turning to one of amusement and… almost hunger towards you, or something close to it. Finally, you broke out of your paralysis of fear and began moving for the knife, but the hellhound was far quicker, and stronger. In a flash he had you pinned on your back with a powerful paw pressed firmly into your bare chest, the other resting on top of the dagger.

“Ah-ah-ah.~ You dragged me out of my home to be here, you aren’t getting off the hook that easily.” He warned, though even then there was only a hint of a threat in his voice. He seemed concerningly… happy. Like this had just made his day. The wolf kicked the knife away, letting it slide under the bed and far, far out of your reach, before removing his paw from your chest.

“Go on, get up. Stay right there though, if you know what’s good for you.” The wolf declared. You scurried back up to a sitting position, your eyes tracking the wolf nervously as he began pacing a circle around the room, trying to gauge his intentions. He was… impressive. He looked surprisingly cozy with all that thick, soft, warm fur of his, and there was an elegance to him you wouldn’t have expected.

“So, what exactly WERE you trying to get up to in here?” The fiend asked, moving some books around with a paw, looking over the pages, alongside some papers you’d left scattered about. You got the sneaking suspicion that lying to him would only make things way worse, so you were honest with him. He looked up at you incredulously, chuckling again.

“Awww, that’s adorable! The cute mortal wanted some TLC from an imp.~” He chimes, moving back around near your bed, noticing the posters and print-outs you had of various cute, curvy imps on the wall. “Well, can’t say I blame you. They are pretty damn cute.~ Explains why you’re sitting there in your underwear, anyway.~ Now, let’s see where you fucked up.”

The wolf approached you again, this time focusing his attention on the circle you made. You felt your embarrassment rise as his expression became more and more amused the more he looked over your work, clearly not impressed.

“Well, first off, you wrote the outer text in the wrong dialect. This is the Greek runic system, not the Latin one. Secondly, your Fetish is not of the all-use variety, that Jar is tied exclusively to Hades, so if you were trying to get a Abrahamic imp, you were way off course. Explains how you got me, anyway.” He notes casually, pointing out the flaws with a casual tone that put you off guard.You felt a hot wash of shame, but did manage to ask the hound who he was exactly.

“Me? I’m Trejan, alpha hellhound of Persephone, Queen of Hades. You’re allowed to feel at least a little pride, summoning a fiend as powerful as me, even by accident, is quite a feat.” He introduced himself while giving you a hint of praise. Not just a hellhound, but an alpha hellhound… you’d really gone and fucked up. But thankfully, he did seem amicable, and for a moment you felt like he might just let you off the-

“That said…” He suddenly piped up. “...You did drag me out here out of nowhere, which is quite rude to say the very least. That kind of ‘disrespect’ demands punishment, and in normal cases, quite severe punishment.” He warns, a sharp, impish look in his eyes. You shrunk away from him a bit, feeling your heart begin to race in your chest again as you ask just what he intended to do with you. Sensing your fear, the wolf seemed almost… offended?

“...What? You think I’m gonna eat you or something? Please, you wound me! Greek hellhounds have CLASS, you know.~” He insisted, pointing to himself with a front paw as he sat on his haunches, before looking you up and down yet again. You suddenly felt his eyes reaaalllly taking in every inch of your body, making you seriously regret stripping down to your boxers earlier, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Mmm, in fact, I’d never dare harm such a cute thing like yourself.~ It would be a terrible waste, and more than that, my mistress would kill me.” He notes, before getting up and moving closer… much closer. He properly invaded your personal space, so close you could smell his natural, rather unique scent. Cedarwood smoke… huh. It smelled nice.

“You were hoping to get laid tonight, correct? Well, I may not be the curvy imp you were expecting, but I do have a similarly… intense sex drive.” He murrs, moving in to kiss your nape, then drag his hot, thick tongue up your neck slowly and sensually, sending further tremors down your body. You could feel the blood rushing to your crotch as his hot breath wafted over your most vital area. At any moment he could close his jaws around it and end you, just like that, but instead he merely gave your nape a gentle, playful little love bite. You gasped, but managed to barely speak, asking if he’d let you go in exchange for… that. Trejan backed away just enough to look you directly in the eyes, his muzzle hovering inches from your face.

“Maybe, but right now you don’t really have much of a choice. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re alone and helpless with no one around to save you. So, why don’t you stop asking silly questions, and serve me.~” *He orders, a hint of taunting playfulness hiding in those strict, demanding words. He was right, you’d made your own bed, and now it was time to sleep in it. You gave a nervous, flustered nod, and the hellhound smiled happily.

“Good boy. Behave yourself, and I won’t harm a hair on your head. Now… let’s see how you taste.~” He mrowled, giving you just long enough to worry about what that meant, before pressing his muzzle to your mouth, and forcing his tongue inside. Right away, it was clear Trejan was a fucking fantastic kisser… and a very dominant one at that. His mouth was pressed firm to yours, tongue playing, bullying, and teasing inside your mouth, teasing your throat and warming it thoroughly. You had no choice but to go along for the ride, exploring his mouth and tongue whenever he permitted it, his hot murrs mixing with your own soft, surprised moans. Right as you started feeling light-headed, he pulled away, grinning ear to ear.

“Mmmmnnn, not bad. Not bad at all mortal.~” He chimed, licking his chops. You were, understandably, a bit too flustered to give a proper response, but the look on your face was more than enough to satisfy the canine. He chuckled softly and moved in to drag his tongue sloooowly up your nape, sending more shockwaves down your entire body as the huge canine got so close and personal. Was he doing this on purpose just to get your heart racing? If he was, it was working a treat.

“You know, you’re a lot cuter than I realized until just now.~” Trejan chimed. Something about the way he said that was… concerning. You got the strange feeling that a compliment like that from him was cause for concern, though you couldn’t quite place why. You simply rested there and let the wolf lick and lap away at your nape and neck for a little, until he decided to move on to something a lot more direct.

“Is someone enjoying themselves, or are you just that well behaved? No matter, I think it’s high time you show me how good you are with YOUR mouth.” He teases, nudging you with his muzzle to get you to shift backwards, all the way until you feel your back press against the bed behind you. You caught the impish glint in his eye right before he suddenly placed his front paws up on top of the bed, letting his back legs straddle you. Right away his expectations were clear: With that pose, his crotch was directly in your face, and there was nowhere else for you to go.

“I think you’ll find this view a lot more alluring than some twinky little imp. Bet you’ll find my taste and scent to be far superior as well, though perhaps I’m a little biased.~” He growled playfully. You couldn’t help but stare, getting your first proper look at what the hellhound was packing… and he was particularly well endowed. A pair of large, heavy, extra fluffy balls rested under a thick, furry sheathe, both of which were shockingly enticing to look at, or maybe you were just that horny. Being under the hound like this you could properly feel how comfortingly warm he was, and that scent… did all hellhounds smell like a cedarwood campfire? There was a masculine edge to it, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that such a pleasant smell was some kind of courtship thing for these greek wolves. Hell, between that, the warmth, the extra soft fur, and the fiend’s general dominant but charismatic attitude made your current situation significantly more arousing than you'd’ ever have imagined otherwise.

“Go on, get to it.” Trejan ordered suddenly, snapping you out of your trance. Honestly, he didn’t even need to get forceful with you anymore, your curiosity was peaked. You lifted one hand to stroke up along his powerful thigh, kneading your hands into his fur. It almost felt unreal actually laying your hands on a hellhound like this, but he clearly liked the touch, a faint but clear murr escaping as you stroked and kneaded into that warm hide. You summed up the courage to raise your other hand to his balls, grasping them gently but firmly as you got a feel for their weight and size. Your heart was only racing faster… god his was heavy, and this sack was especially warm. How hot was his cock… or his seed?

“That’s it, good boy.~” Trejan praise filtered down from above between soft, casually pleased groans and murrs. You felt more blood rush to your cheeks in a deepening blush… Why did it feel so good hearing that from him? Regardless, your attention was soon grabbed but the tapered black tip that peeked out from his sheath. He was starting to get hard from your efforts. Again, your libido and curiosity trumped all other thoughts [not that your survival instinct was complaining about you giving this mythical kill-machine what it wanted], and you moved your head forward to give that tip a lick. Yup, warm. Really warm.

“Mnn…~” Trejan’s pleasured huff met your ears. You felt a sudden urge to pleasure him more, to gain more of those noises out of his muzzle. You press your lips around his sheathe, suckling on it eagerly, tongue lapping at that tip as it began to grow and grow, inch by inch, right into your mouth. The hellhound dug a rear claw into the wood, leaving scratch marks as an especially long, happy groan slipped out. Why was his voice so god damn hot?!

“Rrrfff~, you sure you haven’t done this before? For someone who insists they were trying to land a bottom bitch imp you sure warmed up to burying your face in my crotch fast!” Trejan taunted further, his voice sounding happier and more devilish by the second. As you began bobbing your head on that slick, hot shaft growing into your mouth you began to wonder if he was onto something. Had this whole ritual thing been some kind of subconscious to land in a position like this from the start? It would be a lie to say you weren’t starting to like this…

That thought was put on hold as the cock began getting particularly large, so much so that after sucking it for a bit longer you had to slip it out of your mouth, just as the last few inches, and finally the knot, popped out of the sheathe, and… holy fuck.

“Heh, yeah.~” Was all Trejan needed to say. Even from down here you could HEAR his smug smirk, and you couldn’t blame him. In front of you hung a massive, throbbing, 12 inch ebony wolf cock. Its girthy shaft almost made it to the floor, its length pulsing and throbbing needily as it drooled a few drops of clear pre onto the floor. That knot though… it had to be the size of a grapefruit! Even for the wolf-sized hellhound, this was a massive tool! Just staring at it, its tip glimmering from your own saliva in the flickering candlelight… you felt yourself getting hard fast. Didn’t help either when the fiend began to sway his hips a bit, making the cock sway back and forth in front of you enticingly.

“Someone likes what they see, eh? No need to deny it, I can smell your arousal. Go on, taste it. Get it nice and slick for me before I shove it in you.~” He orders again in that playful, teasing tone. For the first time, you felt the urge to obey not for your own safety, but because you simply wanted to. You took the cock in both hands, gingerly stroking it up and down, listening to every happy noise that came out of the wolf's mouth as a result. Pre drooled readily from his tip now like a tiny stream, and once again curiosity took control. You slipped the tip back in your mouth and drank it, getting a good taste of the powerful creature. Warm, thick, faintly salty, faintly sweet. Shockingly tasty…

Before you even realized it, you were properly worshiping that cock just like Trejan wanted. Your tongue slicked up pulsating, warm shaft on all sides, making sure to taste every single inch. While you’d need practice to fit the entire beast down your throat, you could take half of it at least, and took time to suck the wolf off a little, much to his pleasure, bobbing your head along his thick manhood as you put your hands to work squeezing his fat knot, and massaging his hefty balls again. You knew soon enough they’d be emptying themselves deep inside you, and now you were excited for it.

As your world began little more than servicing this majestic beast, and listening to the incredibly hot noises he made, you found your concerns, perhaps worryingly, slipping away. You were enjoying this a lot, that much was undeniable. In fact, this was way hotter than the imp sex you’d supposedly been hoping for. You decided to let your lust take over your thoughts entirely, your mind melting into images of Trejans hot, sexy form, from head to tail. The way he looked at you with those piercing, handsome eyes, or that sexy, deep voice whispering sweet, dominant nothings into your ear. Fuck… he was getting to you good.

“Alright, that’s enough of that. I’d say I’m nice and prepped.~” Trejan declared, his voice yet again snapping you out of a light daze. That was the second time now… you were starting to wonder if there was some kind of magic going on here, tainting your thoughts, luring you in. Daemons were well known for such tricks after all. Then again, maybe you’d always been this kinky…

“On your hands and knees, please.~” He orders, making a spinning motion with a front claw, clearly expecting you to present yourself. Your eyes moved to his huge cock again, realizing what was coming next right away. You gulped and obeyed, getting on your hands and knees in front of the bed, blushing madly as you looked back to see the hellhound openly admiring your ass.

“Mrr~ You continue to impress mortal.~” He chimes, stepping forward and lowering his muzzle. Before you realized what he was up to, you felt his fangs on your underwear, the wolf ripping them off with terrifying ease. Yet, before you could react to THAT, you felt his hot, thick tongue slide up from your balls to your entrance, the wolf clearly giving you some prepping licks, loosening and slickening you up. You felt him place one of those big, clawed paws on your backside almost possessively, as if a reminder for you to know your place and stand still for him. Not that you planned to move.

The wolf took his time getting you ready, lapping over your tight ass, pressing inside it, exploring his new toy. At least that’s what it felt like to you. Finally, he pulled away with a satisfied nod, before mounting you suddenly. If you’d expected him to be any less dominant when he finally fucked you, you were sorely mistaken. Right away, you felt his strength against you, one paw on your head, the other on the small of your back, pinning you to the floor firmly as he began grinding that huge cock between your cheeks.

“Hope you’re ready for me slut, ‘cause I’m not holding back!” He declared with an eager rumble, before pressing his tip to your ass… and spearing himself inside. You let out a loud cry as you felt his knot kiss your entrance, all 10 inches of shaft buried deep within you right away. Your body was immediately wracked with an intense wave of pleasure like nothing you’d ever experienced. The sheer girth of the cock buried in you brought a hint of pain with it, but it was absolutely buried under everything else. Your body shuddered and trembled as you gripped the ground hard, practically missing the loud gasp of bliss from the wolf himself as he got used to how damn tight you were.

“Hnfffuuuccckkkkk what a perfect fight! Gods you’re tight!~” He declared loudly, before pulling the cock back out to the tip, and thrusting it back in hard, forcing another cry out of your mouth. It didn’t take long for the thrusting to get faster and louder, your ass became a mess of pre as the wolf dominated you, keeping you pinned firmly to the wood as he fucked you silly, leaving you an absolute mess just trying desperately to handle the hurricane of feelings attacking your body. It was beyond description, so unceasingly intense yet unyieldingly amazing. Your cock had never felt this hard, and it was making a clear mess of its own on the floor between your legs. Every thrust was another shockwave of ecstasy sent down your spine, another loud, slutty moan or sharp, shocked gasp forced out of your mouth, and it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon…

…And that brought you back to the present. Three minutes later and the wolf was still pounding you relentlessly. You stared at the collar he’d formed right in front of your eyes, feeling it sinking in just how real this was. Though, it was hard to think about anything other than the breeding you were currently receiving. Trejan was starting to growl and grunt more and more, his climax definitely close.

“Ffffuuck… get ready for the knot…!” He warned, before giving you three last, particularly intense thrusts as he tried to force his knot in, earning brand new cries of surprise from you, until at last, with a slick, wet, satisfying “pop!”, the knot slipped into your ass, tying you firmly to the hound’s fluffy crotch, his balls pressed right up to your taint as he let out a loud, long howl, and unloaded them into you. You felt what had to be at least two full pints of thick, hot hellhound seed get pumped deep into your ass in long, hefty ropes. You could feel that ebony rod pulsing, twitching, and throbbing inside you as the wolf came, your belly warming up nicely from the sheer amount of cum, which of course had nowhere else to go with how big and thorough that knot was.

It took almost a minute for both of you to calm down enough to talk. A minute of hot panting, huffing, and shuddering against each other, melting into a wonderful afterglow as you felt Trejans fat cock still gently throbbing inside you, and it would likely stay stuck in there for a while. You were so distracted by it, in fact, you’d already forgotten about the collar… at least until you suddenly felt it click around your neck. You turned bright red and gave it a tug, quickly realizing that the magic device had no actual way to be removed by your own hand. It was heavy but shockingly comfortable, in fact it kind of felt nice…

“It’s not coming off.” Trejan said in between a few hot, happy huffs, watching you play with it, that big, impish grin on his face yet again as you met his eyes.

“You knew the risks, and accepted them. This is your punishment.~ Though, I say that in the most mild sense. Really, this a reward for behaving, and being a great fuck.~” He chimes, before suddenly laying down over you. Holy shit he was cozy. You could almost feel the world vanishing around you as you basked in the hellhounds' warmth. He was like the world's biggest, fluffiest heated blanket. Even his weight pressing gently down on you, his breathing against your body, that thick soft fur pressed on all sides of you, all while his fat cock was still knotted firmly in your ass. You’d never experienced comfort like this before, you felt like you could just melt. Though, you did manage to ask what exactly he planned to do with you, equal parts afraid and excited for the answer. The wolf chuckled.

“I’m taking you as a pleasure slave. You’re going to be the newest addition to my little harem, which of course means you’re coming to Hades with me. From this moment forward, you belong to me, understand?” He declares openly, giving your cheek a loving lick as he almost cuddled over you. Even his tail was wagging lightly, a shockingly wholesome sight considering the circumstances. You began to consider protesting, but it wasn’t like you had a say in the matter. More importantly, in terms of punishment for the incredibly wreckless thing you'd just done… this was waaaaayyyy up there. Hell, it almost felt like a reward right now. As far as demons went, Trejan was shockingly amicable, among other things.

“No protests hmm? Good.~ Don’t worry though, you’ll love it there.” *He reassures you, nuzzling his soft, fluffy cheek to yours in a surprisingly gentle display of affection. You feel your heart racing again, but for a different reason entirely. Shit, you really were starting to fall for this wolf.

“You’re probably imagining fire, brimstone, and torment hmm. Most mortals do.” *He guesses correctly, and you nod shyly, earning a soft chuckle from him. “Wrong.~ Like I said before, I’m a Hellhound of Persephone. That means I live in the Gardens of Persephone. Try and picture a verdant green paradise, stretching as far as the eye can see, from the temple of Hades to the River Styx. Endless gardens, parks, forests, rivers, creeks, ponds, lakes, water features, statues, villas and manors. Greek heaven, filled with the freshest, most delicious food you’ll ever eat, and the finest wine you’ll ever drink.” He explains, laying out the admittedly stunning mental image for you.

“That’s where you’ll be spending the rest of your days, right by my side. As your Master, I naturally expect you to serve me whenever and wherever I please, but in your downtime I’ll grant you free roam of my estate. As MY treasured property you’ll be treated with respect and properly rewarded for serving me loyally and lovingly. You’ll serve a far more fulfilling purpose as an honored part of my harem, and live a life far more luxurious and comfortable under my care than you ever would have in this floundering mortal realm. Sound fair to you?~” He asked with a far more gentle, kind smile. Of course it was still dominant as hell, especially with the way he was already looking at you like you were all his, but something about the way he talked suggested that, just maybe, if you begged enough, he’d let you go…

Yeah, fuck that. You nodded vigorously. Who would refuse an offer like that? An eternity of Greek paradise and constant, hot wolf sex? Like you were about to trade that for your current situation. The hound’s smile turned to a grin, and he guided you into a proper kiss, which you gladly melted into, feeling the weight of your new collar on your neck as you enjoyed his mouth with newfound respect. Who would have guessed tonight would end like this?

“Good.~ Now, all that said, I think I’ll spend a few days up here, I don’t get to the mortal realm too often. Of course, we’ll be spending those days thoroughly breaking you in, and training you for your new duties. I’ll let you handle any business you need to finish before I take you to the underworld in that time, if you simply must, and--” He suddenly stopped, causing you to look up at him. He was staring at the small, potted succulent on one of your cabinets.

“...Is that Aloe Vera?” He asked, squinting. You said yes, not quite sure what he was on about, though the annoyed glare he shot you definitely took you by surprise.

“Aloe Vera needs to be placed in sunlight, you buffoon! Look at how wilted the poor thing is!” He growled. You blinked at him, absolutely lost. He sighed and placed a paw on his face.

“Uuuuuggghh… mortals. What would Persephone think if she saw that? I guess we will have to delay your sex training so that I can give you some lessons in basic plant care… and seeing as you’re still firmly tied to my knot, no time like the present.” The wolf declared, clearing his throat before going off on a long, detailed description of Aloe Vera, its properties, and how best to care for it. You listened, half dumbfounded, half amused. This was… shockingly cute for such a big, bad hellhound to be worried about, but you found his natural love for flora to be strangely alluring.

Well, he was right, you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, so you got comfortable under your new master, nuzzling into his warm, fluffy body and nodding away as he lectured you on the basics of gardening. This was going to be an interesting new life.~