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Silence was a horrible thing in a house with a hybrid.
When Krauser came home, he was usually greeted by happy yips and a blur of gold and pink running circles around him and a barrage of questions assaulting his ears. However tonight, as he removed his shoes and set his gym bag down by the door, the only sounds he could hear were the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock, counting down his little puppy's late arrival. Ashley was probably asleep, he reasoned. He typically went to the gym early in the morning but had gone late in the evening today because of a prior engagement. She did love her beauty sleep. She could sleep at any time in any place but preferably curled up in his lap.
He made his way to the living room and found it vacant, the TV still on and playing one of Ashley's trashy reality shows. He grabbed the remote from the couch to turn it off, then headed to the bathroom. It was empty as well; thank God, he'd be heartbroken if she'd gotten sick again. The only other room left then was the bedroom, where he expected her to be sleeping like a newborn baby. He quietly opened the door, and the sight that greeted him couldn't have been more opposite to what he'd anticipated.
Ashley lay in the middle of his bed with a pile of blankets and his dirty laundry, her face buried into the fabrics and her ass up in the air. Her hand disappeared between her glistening thighs, and her fingers worked in and out of her pussy. Her tail curled toward her spine, swaying a bit.
The blood rushed to Krauser's cock so quickly that his head spun. He took a deep breath to steady himself before carefully approaching the girl. She moaned quietly into the mattress, completely unaware of his presence. He rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Puppy, what on earth are you doing?"
She lifted her head with a gasp. Tears streaked down her cheeks, and her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated. Her fluffy ears lay flat against her head. "Daddy," she gasped, and he couldn't help but cup her cheek.
Krauser sat down next to her on the bed, and she immediately climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Her skin felt as hot as a branding iron, and all the pieces clicked into place. "Did you take your suppressants today?"
She bit her lip before shaking her head.
"Honey," he chided. "You know better than that."
"I just forgot. I promise."
"I bet you did." He laughed low in his throat as she buried her face in his neck, her wet cheeks reminding him of the seriousness of the situation no matter how comical it seemed. Heats were hard for any hybrid, but Ashley's happened to be painful and confusing. The decision to put her on suppressants had been a no-brainer. But of course they meant nothing if she forgot to take them.
"Daddy, it hurts," she whined. "Please?"
Krauser kissed the top of her head before gently pushing her away to look her straight in the eyes. Her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes made him stir, but this was the time for control and restraint. "Kneel on the floor. Don't touch."
Ashley pouted up at him. "But—"
"Now."
She quietly obeyed, her little pink camisole riding up on her thighs as she knelt down on the floor. Her hips flicked up a bit in stuttered, half-hearted thrusts.
Krauser reached down to stroke her bangs to the side. "Good girl. I know it hurts, but you need to listen to Daddy. And stop humping the air."
She nodded, nuzzling her face into his touch. "So bad. Need you."
"I know, puppy. You're a mess."
Ashley sighed as his hands moved to stroke over her shoulders, pushed the spaghetti straps of her camisole off her shoulders. She helped him lift the thin garment off her body to reveal flushed skin covered a thin sheen of sweat.
"Have you gotten off?"
She shook her head. "Of course not."
"Then you can wait a little longer."
He huffed at her annoyed groan. "You're such a brat. I didn't train you like this."
"Training kinda goes out the window when the only thing you want is to be bent over and fucked."
"No, this is when training matters the most."
Ashley sighed and let her eyes flutter shut, enjoying his fingers running across her scalp and massaging her ears. She let her back arch to press her breasts toward him—a silent plea.
"That's not correct form, puppy."
She straightened out her spine with a huff.
While Krauser would love nothing more than to fold her in half and take her until the sun came back up, that unfortunately wasn't on the table. He couldn't come multiple times like her, and she couldn't wait around while he recovered enough to go again. Each release needed to count, to cleave away a decent chunk of the all-consuming arousal spinning around in her head like a carousel. She needed a firm hand guiding her back to normal.
He stood up off the bed and removed his damp gym clothes. Her eyes stayed locked on him the whole time. He sat back down and looked at her, ideas turning over in his head.
A shaky voice interrupted his train of thought. "Can I wear your shirt please? You smell so good."
Her love for his dirty clothes needed to be studied, to be honest. "Of course, pup." He picked his shirt up off the mattress and helped her slide it onto her top. "That make you feel better?"
Ashley nodded. She broke her form to lift the neckline up and stick her nose into it, but he figured he could forgive that. "Smells like Daddy."
He watched her for a moment until she resumed correct form, ready to get started. "Paws."
She presented her hands, and Krauser took them gently. He smoothed his thumbs over her knuckles, encouraging her to settle. "Such a sweet puppy. I know this is hard, but it's for your own good. Just be patient, and you'll get everything you want."
She groaned low in her throat; a hazy look had begun to blossom in her eyes.
Krauser pulled her toward him until her front nearly touched him. "Why don't you appreciate Daddy's cock for a bit?" he cooed in honeyed tone. "Show him how much you need it."
He sighed as she leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock, her hands going back down to her lap. A small smile stretched across his lips at the sound of her tail thumping against the floor. With raised ears, she took a moment to run her nose along his half-hard dick to take in a scent imperceptible to a regular human. She groaned softly, her eyes fluttering. Then her little pink tongue darted out to lick the side of his shaft, starting with the base and tracing all the way around in the shape of a U, leaving a shiny trail of spit behind. Her lips popped over the tip and suckled gently. Her hands clenched and unclenched on her thighs until she dug her nails into the meat of her thighs.
Krauser tutted. "Don't scratch yourself, pup. Settle."
She flattened out her hands and took him further into her mouth. His cock twitched, hardening against her tongue as she bobbed up and down. Tears gathered in her eyes again, and little whines bubbled in her throat. Poor little puppy. He'd asked her once what being in heat felt like, purely curious and in a chatty mood while she'd been laid across his lap. A nagging feeling of pure lust, akin to being hungry after not eating for a day. A primal dread of needs not being met. Feelings made of thin glass, a desire to be led and taken care of. No wonder she was crying; hell, he'd probably be a little broken down too. He ran his thumbs over her cheekbones, smoothing the soft skin. The tears trailed down her face, and he wiped them away.
Ashley looked up at him with a dejected pout as he pulled her off his cock.
"Daddy isn't ready to come yet, okay, puppy?"
"Okay." Her sad little voice quivered.
Krauser moved one of his hands down to her mouth, and she took his pointer and middle fingers into her mouth. She sucked hard, sobbing quietly herself.
His cock ached. "You're so pretty when you cry, puppy."
Her wet eyelashes fluttered. She pressed her tongue against his fingers, squeezed it in between his digits. Heat ran up his spine, the feeling reminiscent of a blow job, just less enjoyable. "Good puppy," he cooed in a strained voice. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and wiped them on his chest. Before she could pout again, he patted his thigh, and she practically flew onto his lap. Her bare pussy met his bare thigh; god, she was soaked. She obediently kept still, though her fingers dug into his shoulders. He looked up at her and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. "You wanna hump Daddy's thigh?"
She nodded so quickly that her neck popped audibly.
Unfortunately for her, Krauser was in the mood to tease. "How badly?"
"Real bad."
He tutted. "That's not how you beg."
Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck. "Daddy, I really, really need it. Hurts so bad."
He tilted his head at her, earning a frustrated growl.
"You're being so mean! I feel like I'm going to die, and you're just staring at me."
There she was. "I'm being mean? God, I've spoiled you too much."
She buried her face in his neck, one of her ears twitching against him. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I really am. It just hurts so bad, and you smell so good and feel so good, and I need you so bad."
Krauser set his hands on her hips and guided her to rock them back and forth. She moaned loudly into his ear, hugging him tightly. Her nails scratched at his back as she feverishly humped his thigh. He wrapped his arm around her to keep her steady. "Poor horny puppy," he crooned condescendingly. "Calm down a bit. Your heart is racing."
Her tail wagged against his thigh as she slowed down a bit. She panted, her breath fanning across his shoulder. Little whines and groans fell from her lips. Her thighs clamped down on his before she began crying for real, sobbing uncontrollably into his ear.
Krauser shushed her and pressed his finger between her lips again. She gladly accepted it, suckling and nipping his forefinger. His cock twitched between them, and he briefly wondered if he could come just from this. His little puppy humping his lap like she was on a timer, crying and sucking on his finger like a pacifier…God, she had no idea what she did to him.
Ashley lifted her head and let go of his finger. She looked up at him with a tear-streaked face and flat ears. "Daddy…!"
"You can come, puppy," he replied.
Her thighs tightened on his like a vice, and two thrusts later, she practically screamed into his ear. Slick gushed onto his thigh as she rode out her orgasm, thrusting her hips and hugging him tightly. She babbled into his ear, whines of "Daddy" and "thank you." When she finally stilled, her heart beat wildly in her chest, and her tail wagged lazily. He wrapped his arms around her as she came down, crooned soft praises into her fuzzy head. She finally pulled away; her tears had stopped (what a tragedy), and her eyes looked a bit hazy.
He looked at her fondly before saying, "Present."
Her ears shot straight up, and she clambered off his lap and onto the bed. She pressed her chest flat against it, her ass and tail straight up in the air. Krauser moved behind her and traced a finger down her soaked slit. God, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her until they were both seeing stars. "Alright, puppy, let's get you opened up," he said instead.