The White Hare

Rut

{Warning!!! This chapter contains graphic sexual content. You are free to skip the content labeled with a 

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before and after the scene. Reader discretion is advised.}

Nyxia had been listening to the commotion from inside of her home but thought that it was a large monster that had killed the would-be suitors. 'Those bastards should consider themselves lucky that I can't stand the cold or else I would have slaughtered them myself.' She presses her face into the warm pelts acting as her bed. Ignoring the flimsy feeling that plagued her during the winter. 'Fuck this stupid heartfire...' The moment she goes outside she is in a weakened state. On a timer. She overstays her welcome in the cold and she is liable to freeze to death. Previous winters she had been able to kill weaker prey or pull up fish from the frozen solid river. The difficult part was doing it without using her heat based abilities for an absolute maximum of 1 hour out in the cold.

The hellhound looks down at the floor. 'Jack should be coming back soon. Whatever is outside of my den sounds like it moved on to chase those idiots so I hope they don't lead it back for me to deal with." A little while later she hears a soft knock against the wood of her den. Only one person had the decency to knock without loudly propositioning her. A soft smile appears on her face. "Come in cotton tail."

Preparing herself for the brief cold she can safely say she didn't expect the sight she was about to behold.

A bloodied buck shoulders open the heavy door while balancing a false deer carcass on his back. Nyxia watches him come in and gently set down the carcass in front of her. Though the scent of the offered meal was being overpowered by the sweet smell rolling off of Jack. When he tried to leave she grabbed his arm. Pulling him closer.

"How do you always fuck yourself up so badly? One of these days you're not going to walk away from your fight." She sighs. Pulling him close to get a look at the surprisingly fresh injuries. "Wait... claws?" Looking at the prey he brought her she found no claws that could make these wounds. So...

Looking at the backpack he always had on him she finds a black canine skull with dull, shallow channels running from the teeth through the bone. The skull of a hellhound. It looked fresh too. As did the new pelts under the skull.

The dark furred woman had to take a second to realize that this little hare just took down multiple hellhounds on his own. More than likely the same ones that were causing a ruckus outside. Pulling him closer she begins to clean his wounds. Starting from his chest and slowly licking a trail down his body, across his side and all the way to his lower back where his tail twitches and flicks.

"Dumbass... sweet, caring little dumbass."

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Jack stays incredibly still as she treats his wounds in a very canine manner. His inner ears burning red from embarrassment. His legs cross to hide his arousal. Until the hellhound gets to his injured leg and makes him move it. Keeping her eyes away from the buck's manhood she cleans the ragged bite injury on his leg.

The dull light burning in Nyxia's chest flares up a bit as she moves her glowing eyes up and down his body. Keeping a clawed hand on his stomach so he remains still she does her best to clean his injuries. The heavy scent rolling off of him was making her head fuzzy. Warm and earthy with a sweetness that made her tail wag. Sitting up, Nyxia holds the hare down.

"H-hey there." Jack chuckles. "What ya doin- Okay!" He squeaks at the very strong, clawed hand massaging his manhood. It's rough, sloppy but after going so long without any stimulation it felt like heaven. He hadn't even realized he was so pent up.