Demon Hunter

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Grim paused to investigate what Daisy was doing to his muzzle. It was a strange thing, he had never experienced anything like it even in life. It was something he witnessed couples do in the park sometimes. He felt and tasted her tongue against his, touching his smooth, white fangs, sharp, but blunt and smooth enough not to prick her. Following her example, he slipped his larger, longer, canine tongue into her mouth, a little rough on top and smooth on the bottom, licking the inside of her mouth softly.

He was careful not to lick too deeply and choke her. He found this new display of affection to be quite enjoyable as he gently picked up the pace and humped into her just a little faster. He could tell that she enjoyed this thing they were doing, and he loved it very much as well. Even more so that he was making her happy and performing a very human act of love. Now who said demons, dogs, or in his case, Devil Dogs (hell hounds) couldn't feel? The Grim could argue against that... he felt Daisy, he loved feeling her, and he was growing to love her. The emotion was new to him, but at the moment, it was unimportant. What mattered was the weird yet likable sensation he was sure they were both sharing.