#him being about to eat someone but then interrupting himself 👌

[necros-writing-stuff]

Okay cat Bailey is 😘👌 but taking care of dog boi Eden though 😫👌❤️ as soon as he turns back your being dragged into the woods for sure. Maybe he fucks you hard first.

This one's a lil longer, so under the cut it goes. Also I wrote it quick because the inspiration struck hard.

Dogboy Eden my beloved.

NSFW below

It had been 3 weeks since Eden had disappeared. 2 days after the hunter had gone missing, a huge dog - a Caucasian Shepherd, you think - had limped up to the cabin with a bitten paw. Poor thing must have run into some wolves. You had taken him inside, nursed him back to health, told him all about how scared you were that Eden hadn't come back from his hunting trip, completely unaware that the dog is Eden.

He's heartbroken when you snuggle up to his furry body at night to cry. Constantly on edge as he guards you as you get rabbits from snares, since his gun was dropped when he changed. He'd managed to pick it up in his jaws and stash it somewhere safe, but it would make you suspicious if he fetched it now. Plus you might think he died and run back to town.

So instead, he suffers, trapped in a canine body and forced to watch you bathe, forced to watch you masturbate while moaning his name, and being completely unable to do anything about it. At least he gets lots of head-pats and ear scratches. Belly rubs are risky though, since it never fails to make him hard, and you always stop upon seeing that. Proves you're a loyal spouse, though. Eases his mind.

Being able to smell your arousal also drives him insane. And it smells so good. He wants nothing more than to bury his nose into your crotch and lap at your core, but you'd swat him away if he tried.

On top of never being able to fuck, eating raw meat (and enjoying it) makes him feel a little de-humanised. And he wasn't human, not right now, so he can't blame you for feeding him like a regular dog. Still, he misses breakfast and watches you with a watering mouth in the mornings. At least you're kind enough to slip him a few pieces of fried meat.

And you'd called him Cujo. Great. You even said that you hoped Eden would be okay with him being around when he gets home. He could use a hunting dog.

Eden even submits to playing fetch. Seeing your smile drop when he'd just sit and stare at you made him feel guilty, so he'd go after the sticks you'd throw.

A sense of dread does fill him some days. What if this is it? What if he's a dog forever now? What if you try to find someone else because you think he left?

Then finally, just as you're telling him how you're considering packing up and heading into town, he turns back into his regular self. Well, almost. His ears stay furry and a tail swishes excitedly as he tackles your shocked form to the ground, but you know its him and that's enough.

"I didn't leave," he insists, tearing at you clothes, "I was right here, I never left."

You just stare, mouth gaping and eyes wide. Your new dog just turned into your husband. Your missing husband. It doesn't settle in, not properly, not even as your clothes are removed and hips pulled up so Eden can line his cock up with your hole. He just ruts against it slowly for a while.

Annoyingly, Eden realises he's retained some dog-like urges. He can't help licking at your neck, finds it hard to resist flipping you over and mounting you like a bitch. But he wants to look in your eyes, wants to see the happiness when you realise it's alright. And he gets that. Gets to see tears gather as you cup his cheeks and study him up and down.

Then you're laughing, shaking your head and taking in his new ears. "How on Earth..." you whisper, but he interrupts you with a sloppy kiss as he finally pushes himself inside. He swallows the little yelp you let out, gently rocking his hips back and forth. The rumbling of thunder in the background says he should pick you up and take you back inside the cabin, but his mind is too addled with lust to care about getting wet right now.

When the muscles in your body relax, he picks up the pace he's thrusting at, retreating from your mouth to once again attack your neck; this time he nips with his teeth and leaves marks all over the sensitive skin. It's easier to do that now than before, teeth sharper. You're moaning out so loud for him, your hands flying to his hair and stretching behind his ears. It feels so damn good, sends shivers down his spine and almost has him panting with his tongue out.

"I missed you - ahh - I missed you so much," you groan out, sounding so, so sweet. He wants to hear you confess your affection again. Wants to hear it every damn day for as long as he lives.

"I was right there, Love. I'll explain later, but I was right there," he adds, the last thing he says before he presses your knees to your chest and starts fucking you even harder. His dick feels strange, the base feeling swollen. When he looks down, Eden realises that another thing he kept was a knot. He groans out himself at that, hammering himself as deep as possible to feel your silky soft walls around the knot and encouraging it to swell.

You've gone silent, head flung back against the grass as you focus on being able to breathe from the intensity of the pleasure you're taking. You can feel it too, something thick catching on your entrance and making your tummy muscles twitch each time it sinks in and pulls out. That, on top of the sheer joy you feel that Eden hadn't abandoned you makes the tears finally fall from the corners of your eyes.

No wonder the dog had been so gentle with you. No wonder it had come to you for help, and was eager to receive your affection. How he'd easily communicate needing to go outside to pee and how he didn't lick at himself to clean, instead diving into the spring. You're so used to the smell of wet dog now that you barely registered it last night.

A slight sting pulls you away from those thoughts, the knot finally big enough to cause pain. Eden takes mercy on you, thrusting it in one last time and switching to grinding in little circles instead. Using a free hand, you bring it between your legs and use it to get off.

Entranced by the erotic sight, Eden watches you play with yourself as he moves, tail curling as he gets closer and closer to finishing. It's the fluttering of your insides around his cock that does the trick, the hunter baring his teeth and snarling as he shoots rope after rope of seed into your needs little hole.

He leans in to nuzzle your cheek when the orgasm subsides, enjoying your scent on his skin. That's when the earlier threat of rain finally comes true, a sudden downpour soaking the two of you as you lay in the grass.

You bark out a laugh as his ears drop, strands of hair falling over his face making him look even more grumpy. He has to carry you back into the cabin, knot swollen too big to remove safely.

For the first night in weeks, Eden falls asleep in his own bed as himself, balls empty and stomach full of warm food. He'll keep his promise and explain more in the morning. For now, he just wants to enjoy you and being a man again.