Day-Off With a Hellhound, Part 2 (Blowjob, Hellhound, Femdom)

With half of my body under the desk, I heard the tear of the khakis along both my legs, and felt the hot air of her breath on my thighs. Nitzy had a set of lungs on her, I realized, as a hot gale blew upon me. Goosebumps rose across my body, and not from any coldness. I trembled.

“…dazed, reeling, about to break…” chirped the ominous voice of the Uncle, the narrator in Darkest EldenCup. He seemed to be making an accurate assessment of my pelvis. More fabric was tearing, and paw pads softly began to rub up and down my legs, grabbing and squeezing my muscles possessively.

My heart was pounding in my chest. My khakis were torn and shredded, until only my underwear remained.

“S-so…” I began, as her hot breath warmed my lap. “What do I, ah…?”

“You, focus on your new toy,” Nitzy said from under the desk. “While I focus on MY new toy…”

There was a loud rip, and my underwear (band and all) were torn asunder. A warm, excited breath hit my stiff manhood directly, and my shaft trembled like a sapling before a raging forest fire. There was a thundering sound beneath the desk, which I realized was a Hellhound tail, wagging enthusiastically.

“Oooo!” Nitzy said. “Now that is as nice a cock as there ever was! It’s so cute and pale. Don’t worry, it’ll have a healthy Wan Kandan tan soon…”

The hellhound under the desk laughed, and began saying something in a heated whisper, mere inches from my exposed groin. I could feel her breath hitting my skin, making my manhood quail at the feeling, but I could not understand what she was whispering. I began to roll the chair back.

Two flaming eyes stared up at me from within the space under the desk, lighting it like flickering lanterns. The flaming eyes narrowed.

“Hey! Put out that light!”

“What are you saying?” I asked. “I can’t understand-“

“No peeking!” Nitzy admonished. Her two black paws reached up, grabbed the chair arms, and pulled me back in. There was more fevered whispering.

“But I can’t understand you…” I protested.

“You don’t need to. I am talking to your cock,” Nitzy explained tersely from under the desk. “It’s important.”

“It is?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Very. It’s important for a Hellhound to talk to her white boi’s cock. Now play your game.”

I frowned, staring at the game I had been thinking about playing for the past five months. At the moment, I was having an existential crisis about what precisely I was more interested in. The fact that a chatty, slightly insane hellhound was holding court with my penis had done what I had thought impossible: made me think of something besides Darkest EldenCup on its release day.

“I don’t hear any clicking up there,” Nitzy said from under the desk, her tone impatient.

“Clicking?”

“You need to click the rat and the lockboard. Isn’t that what you use to play a vidya?”

“Rat and lock…you mean a mouse and keyboard?” I asked.

“I guess. They make clicking and clacking noises. Get clacking.”

“Oh, r-right,” I said, my heart pounding.

With shaking hands, I reached for the mouse and keyboard. As I did so, I awaited the moment when Nitzy’s lips, tongue, mouth, or paws would press against my eager cock. But as I cupped the mouse in my hand, and hovered my fingers above WASD, the moment seemed to never come.

I could feel -or I think I could feel- the warmth of her body, of her face, just millimeters from my hard shaft and balls. It made me tremble, made me await the moment when her full, luscious lips would deign to reach out and press against some lucky part of my skin. But she seemed to be waiting. And since I could not see her, I could not tell why. Beneath the desk she could be slavering like a wolf, licking her lips, or she could be staring impatiently, growing annoyed that I was not acting. She was still jabbering away to my cock, which was baffling…

Ultimately, I resolved that this was all part of some crazy Hellwan logic to break my brain. I decided to play around with Darkest EldenCup a little bit while Nitzy did…whatever. I knew I would never be able to seriously play it, not with an adorable ashen dog woman talking to my cock under a desk. (Oddly, I thought I heard the word, “Plantagenet” being said under there, with a lot of intense emotion.)

I resumed the game (the Load button, thankfully, had been loyal, as you’ll recall that a Paper’s, Please minigame was necessary to gain all menu items), and went in to the overland screen, in which my team piloted a steampunk KillDozer through a world of pissed off demon-gorillas. After much consideration at the mercenary den, I spent forty thousand souls to purchase a team of Toad Zouaves. Soon Berber themed combat amphibians were atop my KillDozer, manning cannons and shooting canister rounds at infuriated demon-gorillas.

After mowing down simian hellspawn and running over buildings full of hostile cultists, I neared the next quest hub, New Londo Lunacy. With a swallow, I pressed the rather dodgy ‘Enter Dungeon’ button. The button’s passport had been slightly off when I had built the interface, and I wondered of it was an agent for EXITIC. My heart nearly stopped when the button exploded, but it still worked, and my 4-man team entered into a bullet hell of 1930s era ghosts armed with tommy guns.

My team of lepers, soldiers, crusaders, and lusty priestesses made their way through the interminable bullet hell. It took every ounce of my concentration to jump from platform to platform, keep my torches lit, apply the right salves and bandages, and also hit the enemy at the right time. Thank God my Leper had poise.

Finally, I reached the end of the level, on the other side of a long jump over frigid waters. The journey had been costly, and I was down to only Noirtier, my faithful Man at Arms, the others having perished. He had managed to survive the onslaught, and now was required to make a double jump dash over murky black water from one ruined building to another, to reach a red plague doctor. I was pretty sure there was a stress causing world serpent in the black waters below.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I assessed my situation. This was a dodgy jump. If I left, I could level up in the overland map to gain more experience and increase my jump distance, but that would mean all the sacrifices of this run would be meaningless. Losses.

“Buttocks clench, sphincters tighten…this next moment shall make or break the run…” the Uncle announced, growling in his baritone and giving voice to my thoughts.

My heart rising into my throat, my hands trembling, I prepared to make this most consequential of jumps. This was it. I pressed forward on the keyboard, activated my jump button, and said a prayer…

Noirtier hurtled through the air like a cyclopean cannon ball, and the World Serpent rose from the Deep to stop him. I dodged its goofy fucking head, but in so doing, I activated the double jump slightly early. I gasped, pressing the dash button, hoping that I was high enough up and close enough to reach the opposite ledge.

Noirtier dashed forward, reaching the crumbling ruin at chest height. His eyes widened as he realized he was going to fall into the death waters. But then I remembered the Saving Strike. Thinking quickly, I pressed the attack button, and the Man at Arm’s mace clamped into the rock, holding him fast upon the ledge like a rock climbers spike. His legs kicked uselessly for a moment, but then he pulled himself up. It was done. Noirtier was on the other side, and swiftly the mission ended, bringing up the end mission dialog.

“Remind yourself that the reason you pay the hooker afterwards is so that she’ll leave,” The Uncle intoned knowingly in a canned message of victory.

I let out a massive sigh of pent up stress. Endorphins rushed through my body. I was victorious, and I permitted myself a contented smile.

And that was when a wide, flat, smooth tongue started at my balls, and licked its way up to my cockhead.

The unexpected, intensely pleasurable sensation of hellwan tongue slurping my cock made me shudder and cry out, and I spasmed in my chair as my flagging erection became as rigid as a steel girder.

“Nitzy!” I exclaimed in reactive shock, my voice cracking in a most unflattering way.

My Hellwan Mistress’ laugh from beneath the desk was full of genuine delight. “Liked that, Dirkie? We hellwans can always tell when a white boi just finished a tough section. So here’s the deal: you do well, I give you a reward. Does that sound nice?”

“Oh yes!” I exclaimed. However, a thought occurred to me, one which I felt was a reasonable question to ask a dog-woman with fangs who had free access to my balls. “But…”

“But what?” She asked.

“If I do poorly, do I get punished?” I asked.

“Punished? Why on earth would I punish you over a video game? What sense would that make?” Nitzy asked. She gave my penis another kiss, putting her full, luscious lips against my cock head with a loud smacking sound. “I could never hurt my dear, sweet Dirkie, or his manhood. Besides, it’s Wan Kandan property now. My property.”

My penis stiffened at this new reality, and with a happy coo, Nitzy tapped my thigh with a smooth paw pad. “You just focus on your game now…” she said. I heard her lick her lips. “I’ll take care of things down here…”

She giggled, and I endeavored to play the game as best as I could. In fact, the dose of Aunt Taffy’s Mentat Orgasm drink had made my coordination and timing considerably better, but my gaming experience became very different after Nitzy gave me that first lick. With each small victory, Nitzy’s tongue, lips, and mouth gave pleasure to my stiff manhood. She was so attuned to the tensing and relaxation of my muscles that she knew exactly what I was doing. And with each little success, the amount of affection she gave me was increasing.

But it wasn’t enough. My balls began to swell and ache, as Nitzy lashed at them with her tongue, or cupped them with her soft paw pads. And several times, I even felt the unmistakable soft and cushioned flesh of hellwan tits, and felt my shaft and head being shoved into hot cleavage, felt her nipple smear against the head of my penis, slide down my shaft. I groaned, and my noise made her ministrations all the more teasing and merciless. The game was becoming less of an enjoyment and more of a distraction from the real, wonderful, important fun happening under the desk.

After every successful fight or jump, Nitzy would lick, slurp, or throat my cock, and the sensation of her tongue or the velvet feel of the inside of her mouth would overwhelm my shaft and head. Her paws would rub along my legs, she would grip the chair and hold it in place, forcing my cock to remain still while she eagerly took me down her throat.

I was deeper into the game than I thought possible after a few hours, having crushed the first five levels (after clearing another ‘Enter Dungeon’ button to immigrate into Arstartzka), I was now ready for level 6, Bergenwerth Bitchslap. My team worked its way through misshapen mushroom people and werewolves, until I reached the end level boss. The fight was long and arduous, but eventually I managed to dodge an attack by grasping insects with a perfect fatroll, then land a perfect backstab to the ass-end of Rom the Vacuous Spider.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands together with joy as Rom exploded in a cloud of glittering dust. Her contract with the devil entered my inventory, along with a rare artifact and a twinkling titanite. I was about to click the ‘Next’ button, when Nitzy reminded me that she was still under the desk.

The hellwan, aware of my victory, took me so deep that she gagged. And yet despite gagging, she still did not release my manhood, but held my spasming cock in place as her throat contracted. Every muscle in my body (save my stiffest one) went totally slack, and I was utterly conquered by the pleasure in my penis.

“Oh God!” I exclaimed hoarsely. “Nitzy, m-maybe we should stop playing s-so we can go to my bedroom…”

My unseen hellwan dominatrix removed me from her throat and mouth with a loud pop. “Not yet,” She said patiently. “Get back into your gamer coma. I’ll take care of things down here.”

“Nitzy, please…” I whimpered, my cock overpowering my game lust. “I don’t care about the game anymore, I want you to just suck me off, or fuck me. I’m ready to wear an Egyptian headdress and change my name to Shaboba Al-Termagaunt or whatever…”

Nitzy did not answer my confession with words, but I was rewarded by her tender pair of lips pressing against each testicle, one at a time, then her wet, smooth tongue running itself slowly along my penis. Her grasp on my chair only tightened, and I was only pulled in closer to her rapacious mouth.

“You are coming around quickly, Dirkie, but the game must continue,” she said at last. “I’m having too much fun down here.”

Taking a deep breath, I focused back upon the game. I held down ‘W’, sending my Steam Killdozer onward on the overland map, running down angry gorilla-cyborgs and slenderman knockoffs. I approached the next level, the end level of this stage, Steamed Shams.

This level required a torch be spent to gain entrance, and then my four-man team was teleported to the astral plane during a localized Aurora Borealis. My crew spent their time jumping between platforms of floating rocks and disembodied eyes, scouting and mapping out the root to the end level boss. Strange, crawling aliens and daemons which looked suspiciously like vaginas accosted my troop. And yet, my forces were able to clear their way through the path, reaching the boss, the Utican Shambler. I lost my Chestal in a fight against a large hairy clam, and my Leper against a leech, with a large, triangular mouth. My two remaining troops, my Man at Arms Noirtier and my Crusader Dauphin, finally reached the end boss, the Utican Shambler, and a deadly combat ensued.

The fight was long and arduous, for the Utican Shambler’s movesets were brutal and complex, and the margin for error was small. I moved Noirtier and Dauphin as best as I could, but I faltered, and the Utican Shambler was able to crush Noirtier with a well timed Delightfully Devilish Tentacle Swipe.

“Steamed Expedition – it’s an Albany expression, for a failed one,” The Uncle ominously warned as I fatrolled Dauphin beyond an overhead strike.

Perhaps it was the waning of my energy drink, or perhaps it was my preoccupation with being fellated by the Hellwan underneath my desk, but I made a fatal mistake. It was as painful as can be – literally one more strike, and the Utican would have been dead. But as my bpm rose and I darted Dauphin inward, the bastard spun about in a circle, tossing out projectiles in a spiral. Several smashed into Dauphin, who staggered, and was unable to move before a tentacle impaled him clean through his platemail.

“Damn it!” I exclaimed in frustration, smacking the desk. “Shit, I just lost twenty minutes of work…”

My words were cut off by a cry of alarm and surprise, a cry from my own lips. Nitzy had aggressively taken to my cock, pulling my manhood into her mouth and zealously sliding her lips and cheeks up and down on my shaft, with greater force than ever.

“But…but…” I stammered. “But I didn’t…”

A slap on my thigh, hard but not hurting, was enough to tell me that Nitzy didn’t care. Her tongue swirled at my cock head as she continued to fellate me, the tip of her tongue flicking the sensitive tip of my cock, making me twitch and pulse. My erection was so hard, it hurt. I was ready to explode inside her.

“I told you I wouldn’t punish you if you failed,” Nitzy explained, stopping the blowjob. I felt kisses all along my cock. “Now enough of this nonsense. The game has upset you. You can play it later…”

The blowjob began in earnest. Beneath the desk, out of my sight, Nitzy fondled, cupped, and molested my manhood as she saw fit. I slid back into her warm, tight mouth, her tongue swirling about my aching cock as if it were a tongue.

I stared upward at my ceiling, totally imprisoned in my desk chair, as my hellwan ferociously swallowed my rod. Her lips kissed my genitals tenderly, her mouth stretched and took in my shaft and head, and her tongue slurped against me. I could feel my hips bucking, my breathing was erratic. Each thundering beat of my heart coursed pure pleasure with it, until my body shuddered in joy.

I was totally at her mercy; her kisses, licks, and even nibbles made me howl and wail, and each of my vocalizations made her more ferocious, more dominating, in turn. God…I was being totally controlled. I was the game, she was the player, and all I could do was feel, and scream, as she did entirely what she desired to my body. My manhood, overwhelmed, could only pulse and throb, my aching erection instantly sated by her soft mouth, by her kissing lips.

Hellwans are good girls, and what she craved most of all was the taste of my cock, and as she throated and licked me in her frenzy, pulling the cum straight from my balls, it became clear that she was as much eager to taste my semen as she was to give me pleasure. This domination was purposeful, and I was being held in place so she could get the sperm she so eagerly wanted.

My penis, holding out valiantly against this concentrated attack of pleasure, was weakening. My mind was broken, as my invisible wan dominatrix did things I could not anticipate. The feeling of breasts yet against sandwiching my cock made me scream, and precum oozed from my cock, quickly and ravenously devoured before hellwan mouth again engulfed my member, sucking and blowing me with furious speed.

“Oh God…” I rasped. “I’m gonna…I’m…”

“Say my name, white boi,” Nitzy announced, taking a brief break.

“Oh Nitzy…”

“Scream it, Dirkie!” She shouted, as loudly as someone under a table could.

“NITZY!”

The act of screaming her name was too much, and I erupted. Looking to the ceiling, I helplessly ejaculated as Nitzy’s mouth and tongue worked over my cumming cock, and I felt her cheeks and chin smearing against my cockhead and shaft as she gave herself a facial with my captive member.

The pleasure was beyond description, and each pulse summoned up as much ecstasy as it did seed. I was totally and completely an animal, at the mercy of my Hellhound Mistress, who with tender kisses and forceful sucking guided me through this most intense act, taking over my reasoning and my destiny. After this act, this act of pleasure, I surrendered. I belonged to Nitzy. She controlled my life, she held my soul.

She pushed out my chair, and I saw her under the desk. Her beautiful face, stained with my cum, looked so happy that she was glowing even brighter than her eyes, staring at my spent cock. She shut her flaming eyes and began to kiss my manhood tenderly, and I was amazed by how erotic and beautiful she was, in the act of showing such genuine affection to me, her conquered slave. My cum slid down her face, a sign of her eagerness to pleasure me. Of her victory over me.

“Oh, good boy,” she said, taking a little bit of my spunk on a paw finger and licking it with a loud smacking of her full lips. “Mmmmmm, Tasty. Good white boi, giving reparations to Mistress Nitzy.”

“Ughhhhh…” I groaned defeated.

Nitzy laughed. “See, I like you like this. You are always so wound up at work. So…tight. It’s cute, but it’s better to just get in there, give your dick a good sucking, and see you relax for once. My goal is to keep you relaxed. Relaxed white bois think up clever things.”

“T-thank you…” I intoned. “Thank you…Mistress.”

Nitzy blinked her eyes, smiled, and swooned a little. “Awww, you’re welcome, my sweet Dirkie! That was fun…” Nitzy said, emerging from my desk.

She smiled at me, my cum dripping down her face. She collected all of my seed off her face onto one of her paws, then licked it up with her flat pink tongue. With a loud slurping sound and a gulp, she showed me her open and empty mouth. Her tail wagged behind her, and I saw the black streak first on one side, then the other. I could only groan in contentment, slouched in my chair.

Her eyes darted, and seeing the leftovers of my energy drink, she tilted the glass into her mouth, swished, and swallowed. “There,” she said. “All clean…”

The tall, buxom, and powerfully built Hellwan loomed over me. Under the desk, it was easy to forget how big and strong Nitzy was. She smiled at me, revealing her giant fangs and pearly white teeth. Facing towards me, she sat down onto my lap, putting her legs on either side of me, straddling me. Her womanhood, clothed in her pants, rubbed up against my spent penis, and with a grinding motion she awoke my manhood back into uncomfortable stiffness.

“Now, little white boi…” Nitzy said, as she wrapped her muscular arms around my neck. I was totally enwrapped in Hellwan. She leaned in, bringing her full lips next to my own. “It’s time to give Nitzy some sugar…I want you inside me, Dirkie.”

She kissed me, pressing her lips against mine tenderly to start, before the taste of my lips began to overpower her self control, and she became bestial and almost frightening, so ferocious and passionate that my cock was instantly rock hard again.

She held me there, in my chair, as I held her, and I became lost in her arms, and in her dominating yet tender kiss.

CONTINUED IN PART 3

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