Reincarnated Into A Hell Hound - Chapter 128

I almost get lost on the way back, and not because I was in an unstable mood, of course, of course, is just that this place is goddamn big and has the layout of a glass labyrinth.

But that doesn’t matter right now, the important part is that I somehow managed to find my way back and was now alone in Leonel’s room with my back on the door and finally able to digest what just happened.

I mean… is not like I’m some kind of saint of purity or anything, but in that regard I did not know much, hell, this body of mine is totally v.i.r.g.i.n in both ways, so even though I knew about s.e.x and had some experience with it, beyond being only heteros.e.x.u.a.l intercourse I did not have even that in practical experience with this specific body.

That’s why all sensations hit fast…and hard.

So I should not be surprised when I find myself with a slight problem down there… which makes me swallow dry and ponder if I should go to the bathroom and take care of it very quickly to calm things down.

Only that, this time, I wasn’t feverish only down there… and that makes me realize that a quickie would do me no good in regards of calming my horny mind down.

F.u.c.k me.

So what should I do? Maybe a really cold bath will help out, I mean, there is no way that- I stop suddenly as my mind sends an alert and rushes adrenaline in my veins, and I quickly discover why; because in the next moment I hear familiar footsteps approaching from the hallways, and when they stop in front of the door as he starts to reach for the knob I panic.

Are you kidding me?!

“O-one second!” I say before dashing forward and going under the bed-sheets, right on time to cover myself and pretend to have just woken up, the gifted bag threw to the side somewhere of the living room to be forgotten, not even giving me enough time to check its content.

“C-come in!”

At that the owner of the room opens the door slowly, peeking inside while opening the rest of the door with his shoulder for his hands were occupied with a tray.

“Already awake? Did you sleep well? Good, good, then how about we have some dinner together.” He says while smiling, closing the door with his feet and approaching the table.

“Wait! Uhm…” He stops, taken by surprise looking at me as I try to calm myself down from giving anything away; I already knew what would happen if he discovers what kind of problem I’m having first hand.

But would it be that bad if he discovers…?

I try to brush that thought aside, but the memory of his touch does not help.

“H-how about eating on the bed?”

“Uhm, sure, of course, that would be nice.” He says, approaching and sitting down beside me, putting the tray over the sheets. “Made something special to cheer you up.”

“Oh really?” Freak, this will take some time it seems.

He starts showing off and pointing while talking, thankfully so into what he is showing that he does not realize my strange behavior.

“I figure we could have something to eat while talking and catching up so I made some nachos with some cheese, garlic, salt, oregano and a special sauce for you with a lot of chili powder and pepper on the mix, separated from the normal one since I want to keep my life intact you see.” He laughs at his own joke,

I smile but my mind is at the problem of how I can evade Leonel without looking too suspicious before he discovers my problem!

But is it so bad if he discovers? A part of me could not stop asking that, and the mere thought of him touching me again, over even going further beyond… Makes me clench my teeth and twist my toes to converge up that pinning energy into some sort of movement, trying to conceal my speeding heart.

F.u.c.k those devils, they really played me didn’t they…

I look at the well-set dish while Leonel takes a nacho from the circle made off with the triangular orange meal and dip it in the sauce put right at the center, the red slightly transparent substance that has some ruddiness when hit by the light as it comes closer to my face.

“Say ah.” Leonel says, making me blush when I realize he wanted to feed me, and looking away I open my mouth, too embarrassed to even respond, and too worried to come up with an argument to avoid the situation.

He does that a few more times, apparently very happy with it as I munched the nachos down, my tail swinging every time my taste buds are hit with that well-seasoned mixture, the spice burning down my throat while the crunchiness is still in my mouth, moreover with the cheese to bring texture and a more neutral taste to balance all off.

It was a bliss… one that could make me forget all the pertinent troubles… but thankfully not for long.

“You are acting quite obedient today… something wrong?” Leonel asks, even though he doesn’t stop giving me food, making me quickly respond in between bites and with a hand in front of my mouth as I answer and eat at the same time:

“J-just anxious about tomorrow, after all it will be a very important mission…”

“Yes, it will…” He doesn’t seem very convinced, but he does not point anything out as we eat, or rather, I eat while he keeps giving the nachos to me, waiting patiently as I chew.

“Eat too, it feels weird to eat alone like this…” He looks at me and smiles, putting the nacho that was already in his hands down and bringing the other less spicy sauce he made for himself to eat out, while saying:

“Sure, I’ll eat too.”

And just like that we pass our time while peacefully eating, but not really, or rather… we pass our time eating while my anxiety grows and my ‘problem’ doesn’t go away on its own, making me beyond uncomfortable, but more… aware, yeah, that’s the word, aware…

Of how I enjoyed Leonel’s smell, of how s.e.xy it is when he licks the sauce from his lips, of how his gaze deepens when he looks down and his long eyelashes shade his eyes…

“Thilgon, are you ok? You keep staring at-”

“I need to use the toilet!” I suddenly say too loud and fast, standing and moving too quickly to avoid any more eye contact, dashing my way into the other room and closing the door behind me.

Only then I sigh in relief, looking down at the problem at hand and deciding that a cold shower would have to do; Leonel predatory senses would pick up if I tried any form of… direct relief per say, so that would have to do.

I barely manage to take my clothes off when the water hits me, and wanting to make full use of it I go head deep into that freezing water, hissing as my muscles tremble from the shock.

Biting my lips so I would stop making sounds I stay a good couple of minutes under the shower, and only when the problem is resolved I step back.

Talk about dealing with your problems with brute force.

But… if only I knew that all my efforts would be in vain… because of one small, slightly detail that I forgot outside.

And that meets me headfirst once I get out of the bathroom.

“My little naughty hound, where have you being to while I was out uhm…?” Leonel asks while holding a bag in his hands, a mischievous smile on his face.

That’s when I remember… of the f.u.c.k.i.n.g bag that the devil gave me, and that I silly threw to the side in a panic in hopes that it would be ignored and forgotten.

But… of course it wouldn’t.

F.u.c.k me, just my luck.