Dog Man Mothering Heights นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’ll pluck out her fingers, she’ll bleed, but I won’t bother about cleaning, because your cum will wash away her blood.” I flounder, my chair scraping the tile, but his iron grip secures me taut. “And if you don’t?” His gaze stalks to the hounds. My bowels constrict. Mom’s face is ashen. “Then, my hounds will taste her.” “Eat shit!” I explode. Blood drizzles from his bandaged belly to my thighs. It does nothing to ease his grip. “If you touch my mother I’ll kill you.” As if psyched to him, the Canines prowl to Mom: tongue wiping teeth, cut-out tails wagging for orders, with a feral hunger in their eyes.

The only way to bring them down was to kill Jade. My eyes widened as a large form ran past and jumped on Delta John. He fell down before the large mud creature’s teeth came down on him. Blood spurted out around him everywhere as the creature put its weight on him. He dropped it’s head down to the ground and shook it as it played with Delta John as if he were a toy. I gasped as the dog lifted it’s head, a small ball fell from his jaws, and rolled on the ground. A head. Delta John’s head came to a stop and unseeing eyes stared up at the sky. The dog’s eyes glowed yellow as it burrowed forward. It had to be at least twenty-five feet tall. It crushed people as it ran, leaving blood puddles behin

The dog seemed to be terrified once it had a clear look at Irene's face. "Don't be scared, doggie. I won't hurt you." She took a deep breath and attempted to soothe the dog enough that it would let her pass. "I'm just here to work. Let's be good friends. I will feed you delicious food every day!" She tossed a piece of bread over and the dog caught it in the air. With her heart racing, she entered the block quickly and saw a tall, slender man standing in the living room. He was about 1.8 meters tall, so Irene needed to look up to see his face.

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

They were so tall and beautiful with their bright frog leaves. I shouted once again, "Mother. You won't get me this time. Just answer me. Where are you?" I said but I didn't get an answer. I shouted one last time, "Mother!" I walked for about another three minutes and I stumbled upon her & a wolf covered in blood. You could smell the fur from the dog, and you could smell the blood with its metallic scent. It smelled like what the humans called pennies. "Mother get up." I said.

Her voice hasn't softened in the slightest, and wow, a prostitute begging, what a concept. I pivot and give her the famous Street stare. It's a family trait and usually leaves men shaking in their boots. Of course it could be more than the stare. I'm six foot four with plenty of muscle to back it up. I'm one of five strapping boys, as my mother likes to say, and all of us gifted with great genes. "I want nothing to do with that beast from hell you call a dog." Shivers run down my spine remembering every contact I've had with the mutt. Daisy on his hind legs can rest his front paws on my shoulders. He has no training to speak of and enjoys jumping. I could handle the jumping if the dog didn't

She even took a knife and slashed at my skin, leaving trails of blood. That bloody scene shocked my dad. The man who had always been absent suddenly exploded. He raised his hand and slapped my mom hard across the face. "You crazy woman! How could you treat my child like this? Do you have any humanity left? That's our son... Your own flesh and blood!" My mom's head snapped to the side from the blow. However, this time, she did not fight back. She did not argue. She just stared blankly ahead. "This…isn't my fault…"

She is squeezing very tightly. "So you are the bastard child" She snarl in front of my face. I stare directly in her eyes without fear. "Enough Scarlet " Jonathan voice came before come in sight. He walk towards us and bend infont of me. "Do you know why your mother there? " Pointing a finger at my mother he said to me. "No.Let me show you". " Leave them Jonathan . Leave them please " Dad begged them. He went to the machine and pull a lever. Mom's body jurk .But I was completely shock what I saw in front of me. My mom's teeth start extending, far start covering her skin. She shifted into a big dog and landed on four legs.

I blurted. His head snapped toward me, those piercing grey eyes still blazing with anger. The force of his gaze made me want to shrink back, but I didn’t move, not this time. I let my hand fall away, yet I stood firm, holding his stare, silently begging him to release the helpless animal. Steps rang out and a tall dark-haired woman in her early fifties came running then stopped abruptly and cursed in Italian, looking to the floor. She’d stepped in dog poo, which explained what I’d smelled. Her black flats were now covered with it.

“Nothing lives under dirt and wood.” The youngest slid off her mat and knelt, ear pressed to the floor. She smiled faintly. “It’s been awake for a long time,” she said. “It was just waiting for Mama to stop screaming.” The floor shuddered. A low thump echoed upward, slow and deliberate — a heartbeat too deep to belong to any living thing. Dust drifted from the rafters. The fire dimmed, shrinking as if starved. The eldest staggered back. “What did she do?” he shouted, not sure who he was asking.