First Blood [Hellhound; Halloween, Blood Sucking, Lewd]: In your typical horror fashion, Anon becomes the latest victim of a hellhound's vices as the Halloween night comes to a close. Link to the spiritual successor, "Hellhound of the Morning": https://pastebin.com/8X1aSSvX >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