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Dan Heng is possibly the last person you’d expect to own a pet dog. 

Yes, him being seen with a small animal—a cat for example—would be fitting. But a dog? An animal twice his size, follows him all over the place, and sheds an ungodly amount of fur? Unheard of for the likes of him. 

Here he is, however, sitting down in a cafe with Blade resting on his feet. Dan Heng’s leg has grown numb by now, that tingling and prickly sensation crawls from the tips of his toes to his knee. If he were to move even an inch, the chance of Blade barking and growling would be enough to get them all kicked out. 

“Hey, usually they would give me a lot more whipped cream.” March begins with her complaining. Although halfway done with her overly sweetened drink, only now does she realize that a tiny glob of whipped cream remains. 

“Maybe they didn’t find you cute enough to give you more,” Caelus teases her.

The two of them sit directly across from one another while Dan Heng is the only one that had to drag a chair. An awkward position, in the middle but not in the middle enough to be called that. An angle perhaps, but he shouldn’t let this mix-up distract him. 

Don’t move his leg , Dan Heng has to remind himself. Any subtle movement and it’s over for everyone. He knows how Blade is, even if the animal carries a heavy and almost terrifying aura, he’s nothing but a huge overly attached, and sweet dog. 

“Too attached , ” as some might say. Dan Heng knows he must have messed up at some point, but how would he know? He’s a first-time dog owner, the only reason he adopted Blade was to help him feel safe at night enough to properly gain some respite from his nightmares. 

“That is not true!” March exclaims at Caelus, her voice earning a few stares from other customers in the cafe. An accusing finger points at the silver-haired man. “You said something to that barista, right?”

“What? Why would I do anything to you? If anything I want more whipped cream too!” Caelus argues back, this time it’s his turn to point back at March. 

Dan Heng’s face flushes as more onlookers continue to stare at their table. It’s already hard enough being the only man in the shop with an overly large animal that barely crosses safety concerns. And now his two friends are causing a scene for the dumbest of reasons. 

Feeling the shift of Blade lifting off his foot, Dan Heng groans. His hands fumbled with the foam cup he was holding, the golden-rich liquid swishing and swirling along the edges. He barely made a dent in his drink compared to the other two, somewhat wishing he had gone with a different drink. 

“Here,” Dan Heng digs into his pockets and slips out his wallet. He hands the dark-colored leather to his friends, watching as their eyes light up with the knowledge that they are being trusted. “If it will make you two shut up then get another drink. Just… be quiet.”

“Hell yeah,” Caelus grins, that smug look widening across his face. He reaches for the leather until his hand meets March’s, gently smacking her hand to grab it first.

“Hey, wait! We can’t spend too much, we’re only getting drinks y’know.” March groans as she slumps back into her metal seat, the cool surface brushes against her back. 

It’s some miracle that Dan Heng even puts up with them. Although entertaining, Dan Heng will admit that now is certainly not the time. Especially given the fiasco Dan Heng to put up with this morning. He shudders at the memory.

Faintly, Dan Heng can recall the feeling of Blade’s tongue against his face, slobbering him with wet, sloppy kisses. His fingers struggled, searching through the thick, hairy fur along Blade’s neck. He felt around the dark fur until his fingers caught the feeling of Blade’s collar. 

“Stop!” Dan Heng had shouted between long, messy kisses. He nearly gagged as Blade barely swept over his lips, and quickly turned his head for Blade to lap at his ear. The textured tongue was rough against Dan Heng’s skin, making the memory all the more vivid. 

Usually, he would allow a few kisses: one or two at most. Anything more felt excessive by Dan Heng’s standards. The smell afterward was too much to bear, no matter how many times Dan Heng cleaned Blade’s teeth. He always found himself standing in front of his bathroom mirror, splashing cold water against his face as the dog stood in the doorway: tail wagging and mouth panting, waiting for Dan Heng to start their walk. 

Here they are now. Jade eyes follow the movements of March and Caelus rising from their seats, quickly making their way to the line. 

Should he get a different drink? The opportunity is right there, all he has to do is ask March to pick out a drink for him, something he’d actually enjoy. 

Feeling another shift, Dan Heng drags his gaze down to the increasing wagging of a tail. Then, crimson eyes poke from beneath the table, walking until he’s beside Dan Heng. 

Sucking in a breath, Dan Heng pushes the cup back before Blade even dares trying to take a bite out of it. 

“No Blade, you can’t have that.” Dan Heng mutters, eyeing the dark-haired dog from the corner of his eye. 

A whine leaves Blade, his ears flattening against his head. As expected, he inches closer, resting his face against Dan Heng’s lap. With a weak heart, Dan Heng lowers his hand against the dog and scratches behind his ears. 

Perhaps he can buy something for Blade to munch on. Some cafes have those small containers with food a pet can munch on, right? Surely this place has something… if not, then he’d get Blade a cup of water. 

Soft hums of jazz music play in the background followed by faint chatter of locals. In a comfortable setting, the boy can find himself visiting here more often. Get some work done, bring a laptop, and indulge in the scenery. A few potted plants decorate the windows, although fake, it’s a nice touch. 

However, that comfortable moment to himself is broken by Blade's whimpering. He shakes his head, burying his snout into the tiny crack in between Dan Heng’s thighs as if searching for something. 

Dogs and other pets usually do this, sniff around places they shouldn’t, and quickly pull away. It’s normal and natural, Dan Heng should’ve expected this but it doesn’t kill the tiny uncomfortable feeling he can sense brewing in his abdomen. It’s warm and tingly, just like how his leg felt mere moments ago. 

“Blade, stop.” Dan Heng orders, gently gripping the back of Blade’s scalp and pulling him back. Not enough to hurt the creature, no, Dan Heng would never hurt him. 

But Blade doesn’t let up. 

If anything he pulls away for a second to dig his snout deeper, right against Dan Heng’s crotch, and inhales deeply. He fights back against Dan Heng’s attempts to pull him back, guided by that musky scent he can smell emanating from his owner. 

“ Blade!” Dan Heng nearly squeals, slapping a hand over his mouth as that rough tongue sticks out again. Unlike the gentle and delicate kisses he had slobbered him this morning, this lick felt different. It felt like it had a motive, an intention lingering beneath it. 

It’s gross, Dan Heng can feel his pants dampening from the continuous licking. The thin gray pants darkened and left an obvious wet pattern, one large enough that a small child would think he had wet himself. The fabric sticks to his skin and even through his protests, Blade continues to lick him. 

Darting his head around the cafe, Dan Heng notices no one is looking at him. Well, except for that one elderly man who looked at him for a second until inevitably turning away. He then turns to his friends, still in line as expected. They’ve barely moved, much too focused on one another to notice the dilemma forming right on Dan Heng’s fingertips. 

Weakly, Dan Heng pushes his feet, the metal chair scrapes against the floor. A loud screech echoes through the cafe, clashing against the gentleness of the music playing in the background. He can feel his face grow hotter, embarrassment creeping along his back and brushing along his cheeks. 

“Excuse me,” Dan Heng says to no one in particular. His palms pressed against the table, ready to fully rise and make his way to the bathroom. Yet, the second he stood, he felt a weight press against him. 

Blade’s paws press against his stomach and up to his chest, trying to pounce on Dan Heng now of all times. His tail wagged furiously behind him, mouth hanging wide open with drool rapidly spilling out. His canines peeked from the dark fur, glistening underneath the artificial cafe lighting. Blade pants and pants, out of breath when he had done nothing at all. It’s as if Blade is trying to tell Dan Heng something, the whimpering only grew louder. 

Too loud in fact that more bystanders began to notice. A few pairs of eyes lingered on him, Dan Heng desperately pushed Blade’s paws off his chest until the animal was back onto the floor. 

“Sir,” a barista shouts from behind the counter. “Please hold onto your dog's leash if you are going to wander around or else I will have to ask you to leave.” 

“R-Right,” Dan Heng swallowed thickly. That warm feeling in his lower abdomen only grew, consuming him until all he felt was unbearable warmth. 

His hands fumbled for the leash hanging loosely from Blade’s collar. He wraps his hand around it, holding it close and now he must act natural.

There is no way Blade persisted in his objective to sniff Dan Heng’s crotch and try to get on top of him right after. There is no way , no chance. 

Although there are a million questions he wants to ask, who can he confide in? Would March find him weird for allowing Blade to go this far?

Dan Heng sucks in a breath, his pants continuing to stick to his thighs as Blade looks up at him innocently. First and foremost he needs to clean up and look presentable, then maybe afterward he can ask someone for help. 

…

The bathroom door creaks open and soon is followed by the soft click of a lock. 

Dan Heng’s back presses against the withered bathroom door, and the pale blue paint flakes off, falling onto the floor. He lets go of the leash and a soft thud clashes against the tiled floor. 

No one’s in the bathroom, a single toilet seat and sink rest against the walls. Compared to the lobby of the cafe, the bathroom is expectedly filthy. Not even toilet paper is to be found inside this small room and it’ll only be a matter of minutes for someone to be spotted knocking on the door. 

“Shit,” Dan Heng curses to himself. His hands run through his hair, the short strands tickle the tips of his fingers. 

What can he do? Blade is waiting for him, sitting down on the filthy floor and staring up at him with those wide, crimson eyes. His tag continues to playfully wag, completely oblivious to the inappropriate scene he had caused. 

Palms press against Dan Heng’s eyes. Vibrant swirls of abstract patterns fall into view, filling his senses completely and numbing the world. Soft breathing fills the room, and millions of half-assed ideas roam through his head, trying to figure out what he can do to hide the mess on his pants. 

He could blame it on Blade… Although true, how would he go about it? Blabber about how his own dog had sniffed and licked at him to the point his pants had become soaked? 

There is also the idea of just saying he spilled a drink… But wouldn’t a good chunk of his shirt also get drenched as well and not a particular section of his pants?

“Shit, shit, shit. ” Dan Heng continues to curse. He bites on his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and then releasing it. 

March. She could help him, she has a sweater on and he could ask her to use it. That could work, definitely. 

Shakily, Dan Heng lowers his hands from his face and closes his fingers around the handlebar of the bathroom door. He flicks the lock, slowly peaking the door and sticking his head out. 

Still in line, March has her head turned to Caelus, finger-pointing at the menu hanging from the ceiling. A giant smile smushes onto her face, far too excited at the idea of getting another sugary beverage. 

“March…” Dan Heng calls out in a hushed tone. No response. He tries again, “March.” 

Still no response. Great. 

There is no way she would be able to hear him from the other end of the shop. If he were to shout, she would, but drawing more attention to himself than he already has would be a death sentence. 

He relents, closing the door a final time and locking it. Dan Heng catches a glimpse of Blade walking closer as his body slides along the wall until he sits on the cold, hard floor. Not the most sanitary thing to do but he already feels like a mess. 

“Not now,” Dan Heng mumbles and brings his hands together. He fiddles with the ends of his shirt, tugging on the fabric to see if he can cover the stain—it doesn’t work.

His words were futile as Blade stood beside him and stuck out his tongue. Much like this morning, Blade lathers his tongue along Dan Heng’s cheek, dragging wet and sticky lines along his sweaty cheek. 

“Eugh,” Dan Heng grimaces, his hand instinctively reaching out and crawling along Blade’s neck. 

Fingers thread through the thick fur, searching for that collar to hold Blade back. That thought of something being seriously wrong with his dog continues to persist in the back of his mind, urging him to question where and when he went wrong. 

“Enough,” he urges, gripping the back of Blade’s collar and he tugs harshly. Still, that tongue doesn’t relent. Instead, Blade inches closer, his messy snout pressing gingerly against Dan Heng’s cheek, flicking and lapping at the salty skin. “I said enough!”

A loud whine echoes through the bathroom and suddenly Dan Heng can feel himself getting cornered. His back merges against the wall as the animal towers over his body. The fur tickles his nose, canines brush against him dangerously, and that devil of a tongue continues to lap at him. 

“Blade,” Dan Heng breathes, his other hand now clutching at Blade. The warm breath of his pet fans over his jawline and that warmth still doesn’t die down. If anything it grows agonizingly powerful, sending pulses down to his pussy of all places.

He closes one eye and drags his attention along Blade’s body. Dan Heng’s chest rises and falls, panting as heavily as the animal on top of him. He feels trapped, powerless beneath this beast, and as sick as it was, he liked it.

That twisted sense of delight momentarily reels to a stop as Dan Heng catches sight of something hard and wet press against his leg. His breath catches in his throat, that rhythmic pounding in his chest fills his ears and soon the buzzing of the bathroom light has turned into an incoherent mush. 

As clueless as Dan Heng was to own a pet, he knew one thing: much like people, dogs too can grow aroused. 

It must hurt, right? Not that Dan Heng can make a proper and factual opinion on the manner as he lacks the anatomy himself, but he doesn’t want his dog, Blade, to be in pain. That would make him a bad owner, wouldn’t it?

He hesitates, his fingers slowly loosening their hold on Blade’s collar and inching down his head. The insistent licks on his face dragged lower, focusing solely on the heavy scent releasing from Dan Heng’s neck. 

“I hope you don’t mind…” Dan Heng whispers, mostly to himself as his hands travel down Blade’s torso. 

This would be the first time marked that Dan Heng ever held such explicit thoughts of another living thing. A sharp, shaky breath sucks through gritty teeth. It aches, much like the throbbing length hanging between Blade’s legs, and Dan Heng is unsure if he should continue. 

If only Dan Heng had something else to help ease Blade’s discomfort. Like a pocket pussy he could use to slide along the heat and watch the toy suck in Blade. Would it be similar to the real thing? Would Blade allow himself to fall into his animalistic urges and fuck the toy like how he’d fuck a real one?

The thought only served to make Dan Heng grow wetter, a disgusting wave of arousal washes down and further ruins his already soiled pants. 

When the nerves only began to grow larger, Dan Heng wraps his hand around Blade’s cock. He gauges his dog's reaction, eyes growing sore as Blade persists in licking his neck. 

It’s okay, it’s alright. Blade hadn’t torn him in half yet, so surely he wanted this as much as Dan Heng wanted him. 

With no one else to stop him, Dan Heng began running his hand up and down, his wrist following the motions of his palm against the tip. The thumb rubs against the leaking slit, gathering whatever spilled out and using that as a lubricant. 

Although sloppy and albeit clumsy with his movements, each stroke grows increasingly confident as the seconds pass. When his hand meets the base, he is sure to pump back to the tip with the same speed and pressure, not once losing momentum. 

His wrist twists, alternating between a different pressure and gently squeezing around the cock in his hand. When Blade whimpered and stopped licking his neck, instead settling to rub his head against the glistening crevice, Dan Heng acknowledges that this pressure is one that Blade likes. 

Seems even animals have preferences. So, Dan Heng must oblige. After all, he’s a good owner . How could he say no?

The other hand rubs Blade’s head, petting him tenderly and then tracing patterns on the thick fur. The shapes turn into a line, beading down and then gliding over his own chest, mapping out his body and cupping himself. 

Not much can be grasped, as flat as he is. Disappointed with himself, Dan Heng settles for the next best thing. His hips roll, rocking against open air until that void is relieved with the filling of his hand. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Dan Heng mutters under his breath, rubbing his cheek against Blade’s ear. He rubs himself through his pants, his fingers pressing against the hood of his clitoris, rubbing small yet tight circles through the material all the while he keeps up the mesmerizing jerks.

If they were in a more private setting, Dan Heng would be so bold to perhaps allow himself to spit on Blade’s cock. He’d watch the messy glob run down the length and use the added lubricant for a smoother glide. If he had the courage, maybe Dan Heng would wrap his lips around that enticing tip. 

Before he could indulge in that fantasy, Dan Heng perks his head as Blade stiffens. His body grew still, his cock twitching, and suddenly it began to spurt sticky ropes. 

It ran down his owner’s hand and rested on Dan Heng’s lap, further soiling the already ruined pants. The dark stain grew larger, the cum seeping into the thin fabric and sticking to his legs. 

“Fuck.” Dan Heng mutters, his breathing coming out rough and urgent. 

As much as he wants to continue, rub himself until he bathed in his own orgasmic glow, he has to remind himself that he isn’t a degenerate pervert. The boy tells himself this was nothing more to help ease Blade, to get him out of the pain of being aroused with nothing to help. Dan Heng isn’t like… that , is he?

With numbed-out legs, both wobbly and weak, he rises and Blade pulls off of his neck. The entirety of his shoulder is soaked with tremendous amounts of slobbery drool, almost disgusting until he is reminded of what he had done. 

Then, there was a knock. 

“Dan Heng!” March’s voice beams from the opposite end of the bathroom door. “I got a pup-cup for Blade!”

Shoot, he almost forgot about his friends. Dan Heng gulps, flickering his gaze from the mess on his body to the sink. 

“One… one second!” Dan Heng stammers, the anxiety weighing on him. Surely, no one knew what had happened inside the bathroom. Only he and Blade will know.

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It’s only been a few days since the incident in that cafe. Blade’s insatiable clinginess continues to burn brighter and brighter, taunting Dan Heng endlessly. 

Something’s off, however. For the entire time that Blade has lived with Dan Heng, he has never been like this . 

Yes, he has grown accustomed to the attempts of Blade constantly trying to lay in Dan Heng’s bed every night. He’d jump on the bed, and make himself comfortable until the second Dan Heng stepped out of the bathroom and noticed the large glob of dark fur curled on his end of the bed. 

Annoying as it is, his heart is as weak as his mind. The futile attempts to keep Blade out meant nothing as the poor creature would wait patiently outside the room until he was crying and clawing at the wooden door. Much to his dismay, the landlord won’t be fond of those scratch marks… 

Once again, like clockwork, Blade lays across Dan Heng’s bed. His tail wags, thumping carelessly against the thick bedsheets, and buried his face in the soft cushions. 

Seriously, what is so captivating about his bed that Blade always has to be there right before Dan Heng goes to sleep? He made sure to buy a comfortable bed for Blade, keep him company long enough, and even had to give up one of his own pillows just for Blade to completely ignore that offering. 

“You can’t sleep here.” Dan Heng spat as he steps out of the bathroom. The steam of the shower follows behind him, whispering into his ear and dancing along his shoulders. 

Instead of being greeted with a soft bark or even the dart of those eyes, the boy is gifted with a snarl. Uncharacteristic, strange, and a little frightening. Sharp teeth bare, salvia drips from his mouth and onto those recently washed bedsheets. 

“Nope, get off.” Dan Heng immediately catches on, marching over to the end of the bed that this beast lays on. His hands grasp onto the strands, patting Blade’s stomach in a poor attempt to persuade him to jump off. 

Nothing. 

Dan Heng pushes Blade. He barely moves.

Still, nothing. 

Dark lines scatter along the white sheets, the contrast stark to anyone with eyes and the feeling unbearably uncomfortable. He’d find fur on his clothes and body for days if Blade were to linger on his bed for even a moment longer. 

“Blade!” Dan Heng nearly shouts and in response, he is given a screeching growl. Oh, he never growled at him before. 

Fine then, if he wants to sleep there then so be it. What is one day anyway? He can indulge the other, making him pleased especially given those issues that keep spurring up. 

Dan Heng shudders at the memory. 

It should make him feel gross inside; but, it doesn’t. Instead, there’s a part buried deep within Dan Heng’s gut that he wishes he could go further. He can go further, but the probability of it happening? There’s no answer to it. 

As he settles on the edge of the bed, Blade seems to get the message and scoots over to make space. There Dan Heng presses his head against a fuzzy pillow, already feeling the shedding hair tickling his nape. 

“Dogs can help with nightmares!” March’s voice claws its way into the depths of his mind. Her enthusiasm shines through even as he flicks off the light. “Is it true? Uhm… erm… I don’t actually know but I read it online so there’s a chance it might be.” 

A slimmer of hope, even if it’s a tiny, almost minuscule chance of it being a possibility. If it turns out to be wrong and Dan Heng wakes up in a cold sweat, he can proudly tell March that one of the articles she stumbled upon is nothing but lies. 

With that, Dan Heng gives Blade one gentle scratch along his neck and then shuts his eyes. 

…

A series of determined pressures continue to circle against the hidden treasure. The bed creaks, the springs screeching and shouting as weighted sheets pivot around the mattress. 

Soft groans fill the silent bedroom air, the furious pumps of the air conditioning hum in the background followed by heavy, consistent huffs and pants. 

“Mngh…” Dan Heng grumbles, his eyes adjusting to the sudden shift from the dream world back to reality. His eyelids feel swollen, tears prick the corner of his eyes, and his body feels both on fire yet drenched with icy cold water all at once—a contradicting cocktail that strangely feels so magnetic. 

Those jade eyes trail down, feeling the shorts that have grown impossibly tight. Had they tightened on their own from the relentless sleep? 

That possibility is gone, replaced with a surge of surprise and utter excitement filling his veins. The hot pumps of molten blood race out of his heart, thrumming through him as he stares at the dog urgently lapping at his lower regions.

A second time this had happened. A faint blush decorated Dan Heng’s face at the memory, the embarrassment creeping up on him like a shadowy arm reaching out. He pushes it aside, focusing intently on this mad dog. 

“You need to stop doing this…” Dan Heng breathes, his voice is groggy and tiresome, had he not been forcefully awakened from his slumber, he may have slept through this incident and he’d never know. 

One hand threads along Blade’s head, in between those flattened ears. Once again, Blade snarls, baring his teeth almost like a warning. As quickly as it came, it vanished, his mouth back to work at licking Dan Heng.

Surely, that can’t taste good…. The rough texture of fabric rubbing against the sensitive muscle of must burn and wear away at his tastebuds. 

Taking a second to ponder, Dan Heng realizes something. Last time he had denied himself and offered relief to Blade. How he had shakingly walked out of that bathroom, slumped forward with a poor attempt to shield the mess, and how his poor cunt pulsed with the need to cum. 

Even when Dan Heng made it to the comfort of his home the sense of arousal disappeared. When he tried touching himself, rubbing his clitoris, and even tried fingering his pussy, did it not work. As odd as it is, he couldn’t find arousal without a source—Blade.

Much like now, that oddly familiar warm and tingly feeling pooled in his lower abdomen. It pleaded to be satiated, to be fed with the greatest thing it could ever be gifted: an orgasm. 

Dan Heng’s weak, he knows it. He shouldn’t have let his body take control of him like this. How could he ever fight back against it? Much too powerful for him to put up a fair chance, all he could do was slip his fingers underneath the waistband of his clingy shorts and slowly slip them off.

There, on his bed, lays him half-naked. His slick folds bare for the feasting eyes of a rapid animal who truly believes that tasting his owner is utterly delicious. As delirious as Blade might be, Dan Heng too, lost his mind. 

“Here,” a shuddering breath blows out of quivering lips. Dan Heng drags his finger along himself, feeling the slickness of his juices smear against his skin, and taps gently against his hood. “Lick here.”

Unlike having another human being, Dan Heng will have to keep himself spread open. The possibility of having those claws mark his skin—as tempting as that sounds—would be undeniably painful. So, he’ll settle with the pictured fantasy of having a person hold him open. 

His thumbs spread himself apart, the cool bedroom air blows against the weeping clitoris. A shiver runs up his spine, Dan Heng desperately pushes it aside. He aligns his pussy closer to Blade’s snout, needing his pet to continue with that tantalizing assault. 

Without needing to give another order, Blade leans in. Experimentally at first, unsure of how to proceed. That smell fills his nostrils, much stronger without the barrier of fabric concealing what he wanted for so long. 

Then, one long, rough swipe along the plump folds up to the peeking nub. It twitches underneath that grainy texture, throbbing and demanding more. 

“Fuck.” Dan Heng breathes. He curls a leg and presses his heel deep into the sinking bed. His knees buckle, struggling to keep himself spread for another tedious lick. 

A pattern is set, maddening as it is. The looming presence of dangerous and lurking canines occasionally brush against him. He is being devoured, the snout squeezing in between, needing to be closer. 

The tongue curls, as if Blade was drinking out of his water bowl. It brushed against his twitching hole, barely penetrating Dan Heng. A teasing gesture and he was sure that even if Blade wasn’t as conscious as Dan Heng was—this dog knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Come on, come on…” Dan Heng whines, wiggling closer. His thumbs spread wider, his neck grows sore as he watches himself be eaten whole. 

The warm and sticky globs of salvia drip out of Blade, lathering all over the treat. He growls, pressing flat against the opening that keeps on begging. With no caution, that tongue pops inside, lovingly caressing the insides that keep sucking him in deeper.

He was supposed to be quiet, keep his mouth shut and only breathe. But that promise is gone, replaced with low moans and cries. Dan Heng had never felt this before—feeling so full but also wanting more. It wasn’t enough, as greedy as he is, he didn’t want to cum only once but enough times until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

Had he lost himself? Dan Heng didn’t know the answer, all he could respond with was the simple phrase: “C-Cumming…” 

The fingers used to keep himself open were gone. Instead, they traced quick, rapid circles around his hood, dipping down to directly touch his sobbing clit. Sparks of dizzying pleasure wrecked his frame and he cried into his lips that he had desperately chewed on until that penny taste filled his mouth. 

Fucked endlessly through his orgasm, Dan Heng weakly presses his ruined palm against Blade’s head. He pushes, patting the dog to let him know it’s enough. 

“No more, please.” Dan Heng begs, pushing harder until that tongue slips out with a barely audible pop. The hole twitches, gaping slightly, and he can feel the drool leaking out. 

Another shudder runs through him, that post-orgasmic glow fading into place. As relieved as he feels, that inevitable guilt will soon begin clawing into him and his heart. Desperately trying to ignore it, Dan Heng rises off the bed, and Blade whimpers.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his fingers outstretching and cupping Blade’s face. There’s a sheen of glistening wetness that coats his nose, and Dan Heng sucks in a breath, focusing on those eyes instead. 

A dumb question, the answer was obvious and laid before him. Even he should’ve known, if Blade was a person words did not need to be exchanged to get the memo across. 

“Oh uhm, you’re hard…” The words fell out of his lips as his eyes fell on the sight hanging between Blade’s legs. 

It’s tempting… He could go to sleep right now and pretend all of this never happened or he could help Blade. Sucking in a sigh, the choice has been made: the latter. 

Falling onto his back, the mattress sinks once more. It’s a scary thought, the possibility of being torn in half and getting an infection… Dan Heng never took anything as large as that , especially from a dog. He’ll commit to the decision, they’ve already made it this far. How horrid can it be?

“Okay, okay…” Dan Heng begins, darting his eyes along the walls. His heart beats rapidly, the cooling of drool along his thighs a constant reminder followed by heavy panting. 

There’s a thought: oral. He can take Blade in his mouth—provide relief that way—but again, he’s never used his mouth on anyone or anything before. It’s pathetic how someone so inexperienced can be so depraved and nasty. 

Anal? That requires lube and preparation… something that Dan Heng doesn’t have nor does Blade have the patience for. 

“Humping…” It came out as a whisper, a secret thought that only he had the right to know. 

The gaze falls on Blade’s open mouth, the need in those sickening eyes. Swallowing his pride, Dan Heng commits. 

The blankets shuffle, discarded on the opposite end of the bed. Then those legs spread until the muscles strained, aching for rest that Dan Heng doesn’t plan on giving. He wiggles a final time, urging Blade forward. 

“Come here, boy.”

By instinct, Blade nestles himself closer. The front paws on either side of Dan Heng’s head, trapping him beneath him. It’s intimidating, the danger of being suffocated or ravaged by this beast high. Yet, it doesn’t happen. 

That wet heat presses against the folds. The tip nudging against the hole and as much as both of them want it, Dan Heng has to break the tension falling heavy in the air. He reaches down, guiding the throbbing length away from the possibility of penetration. 

“Rub on me, don’t go inside.” As if the dog can understand him. This whole situation would be made ten times easier if Blade could. 

As cruel as life is, that is not the case. So, he’d teach Blade, show him how to do it. 

“Like this, look.” 

Dan Heng drags the cock along his folds, experimentally flicking his sensitive clit and jolts. His legs are forcefully spread further apart as Blade’s hips lower, the cock pressed heavily against his owner. 

Tiny tremors begin to build up as a pace is set. The hand that had guided now is discarded, left to rest against the soft bed. Gradually, the rocking of the hips hurry forth, moving swiftly. Tiny slick sounds echo through the barren room followed by soft yet heavy breathing. 

“That’s it…” Dan Heng nods, watching the occasional motion of the tip rub through his folds and reach his stomach. 

If that were inside him, surely it would be rearranging his insides and further ruining him. He’d never feel the same again, his body marked with the feeling of being stuffed and molded into Blade’s intrusion. 

It would feel heavenly though, wouldn’t it? Vaginal sex as it is, pleasurable and maddening. A thought that would be nothing and left unfulfilled as the remaining parts of Dan Heng’s morality remain inside. Already had provided relief to Blade once and allowed himself to be eaten the second, that tiny puzzle piece slowly fades away in his hands. 

Those same hands reach up, gripping and clutching at that thick fur. He lets out a soft, muffled cry. It’s so filthy yet addictive, never grow tired of this delightful sensation. More, more, more. His mind wants more, his body craves it too. 

“Mmn,” he pants, joining the sounds of Blade’s low growls. 

The thoughts that have formed in his head turn into mush as Blade shifts. Completely powerless beneath him, Dan Heng’s eyes widen as he catches on rather quickly. 

“W-Wait! Wait!” Dan Heng’s shout morphs into a swirled squeal. He’s being speared apart, the invading length begins to force its way inside. 

Both painful and not. His insides clamp, sucking the other deeper as it reaches impossibly deep. Hot tears prick his eyes and roll down his flushed cheeks—overwhelmed but not enough. As he felt Blade couldn’t go any deeper, he thrusts, fully sheathing himself inside. 

“Ah… Blade—” Dan Heng gasps, tugging and lightly hitting Blade’s chest. He cries without shame, sick with himself for finding enjoyment in this obscene circumstance. 

When thrusts began to piston into him, hitting his womb, those heaving cries and slurred moans only grew louder. He’s malleable, Blade molds his insides to however he pleases, using him as if he were nothing more than a fuck toy. 

An addictively sweet thought, one that Dan Heng cannot help but bask in. His forehead presses against the other, and sweat glistens along his skin as his body is used. He’s reaching his limit, the sensitivity of it all driving him close to unconsciousness. Both his body and mind cannot seem to comprehend the sheer girth and length inside him, the corners darkening ever so slightly. 

Before he knew it, spurts of cum squirted out of his pussy. It was quick, the rough thrusts against his womb drew out the second orgasm with ease. There’s nothing Dan Heng could do except take, take, and take .

“I-I can’t!” He hiccups, drawing his head back and shaking it wildly. His body is no longer his to control, relinquishing to the one above him. 

Blade only stares and pants. His drool spills out of his mouth and pools onto Dan Heng’s frame. He sniffs, whimpers, and growls. That reverberating noise a chorus to be sung with the rapid thumping of the bed. Those sharp teeth bare, grazing his owner’s—his master’s —neck. 

Warm blood fills Blade’s mouth. Tiny cuts, ones not too far deep, are punctured. That delectable taste overflows his senses and soon, he stills, body locked into place as he is brought to an orgasm. 

The sudden halt and final push causes another current to spur inside Dan Heng. He’s filled even further, frozen beneath Blade as warmth coats him. A knot, he knew as much, should’ve foreseen this happening the moment that craving cock slipped inside his virgin depths. 

“Too full…” Dan Heng whines, the twitching inside his pussy continues until it slowly grew to a pause. It’d be a while for them to stay like this, a while that Dan Heng won’t be able to bear. 

Before he knew it, Dan Heng found his eyes falling closed and the world falling into a still darkness. 

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“Oh, I remember now,” March’s voice cuts through the air. Fixated on her phone, the date stares at her, those large bolded numbers in her face. 

“What is it?” Dan Heng asks from his kitchen. The knife in hand carefully cuts open the plastic container of the new toy his friend had bought. It glides along the thick covering, once a large enough cut is marked, he drops the knife on the counter. 

March rises from the couch, walking past Blade. Her chest presses against the edge of the counter and turns her phone. Two fingers pinch the screen and zoom in. 

“Your dog,” she begins and rests her phone against the counter. “He should be reaching rutting season soon. Ya know, when they get mates or whatever.” 

Dan Heng pauses. “What?” 

“I’m saying you should get him neutered. It has a lot of health benefits and can fix behavioral issues!” Her voice raises, far too excited to share this information. Pink hair spills over her shoulders as March cocks her head in Blade’s direction. “Look, he’s sooo grumpy.” 

Blade is… perfectly fine, now . Content where he is seated on the floor, gnawing at an old toy March had bought him who knows when. That devil, behaving normally when last night he acted nothing of it. 

Dan Heng swallows that prickly knot in his throat, his back still sore. His fingers diligently open the plastic covering, slipping out the new toy March had bought again . 

“I… don’t think I’m going to get him neutered.” Dan Heng confesses, looking away from March’s suspicious gaze. 

“Whaaat? Why?” She demands. “He could get up one day and decide to bring home puppies!” 

As much as Dan Heng wanted that to be true, a reality that is out of reach, the truth is undeniable. 

“He’s not going to do that.”

“You’re awfully confident.” March pesters, her eyebrows kneaded together so tightly that her face strains.

Dan Heng knew, he knew well. 

After all, Dan Heng is Blade’s mate after all.