Affectionate dog

Denji and the red head, Makima, were now in the back of a car being driven to get food. The odd thing though was that he no longer had a shirt and had some blood splattered on him.

"Since none of us have had breakfast yet we will be stopping to get something to eat." Makima said looking out the window.

Denji didn't hear her though instead staring at his hand.

'Did i really do that?' He thought open and closing it. 'I mean I felt it but why didn't she stop me.'

Turning back to her he felt vold metal touch his neck. Stopping the groping motion he felt what they were.

'Earrings? Pochita must of given them to me.' He thought gentley grabing the cord on his chest.

'I wonder if i can do more?' He wondered forgetting his deppresion.

"Miss Makima!" He spoke interrupting her.

"Yes Denji." She said stopping to look at him with a motherly smile.

"Can I touch your breasts again?!"

With a look of amusement she shifted to look at him.

"Will that would normally be ok I think we should discuss what you will be doing now." She said stopping his hand before they could act.

"What do ya mean?" Dissappointment lacing his voice.

"Well you will be my hunting dog now. I expect you to track devils down and eliminate them." She explained getting a sharp look in her eye.

Then the car stopped at a gas station in the middle of no where. Makima then turned away from him and exited the car. He followed her out she started to walk towards the chain fence surroding the building.

Getting to an opening in it she seemed to be waiting. Thats when he heard someone screaming. From the tree line emerged a man covered in blood.

"Someone save my daughter!!!" He yelled passing the fence line. "Theres a devil!!!"

Thats when he caught Makima looking back at him from the corner of his eye.

"If you want to eat you need to show me you can be a good dog first." She spoke with that knowing look.

Hearing this Denji started walking towards were the man came from he heard one last thing from Makima.

"Remeber bad dogs get put down." Hearing this he turned back around to see her walking away.

With this hanging over his head he sped up his pace. This lead him to the muscle devil who took control of a kid to kill him. Needless to say he killed it and brought it the kid back to her dad.

Looking around he saw Makima sitting at a table with two bowls of udon. Walking towards her she greeted him.

"I see my dog can hunt good. Sit." She said patting a spot next to her. "I ordered you something to eat. Now that you have done the trick I should reward you. What would you like." She asked tilting her head up will putting a finger on her chin.

"Can I get a hand job!?" Denji blurted.

"Alright that sounds reasonable." She said.

Makima the reached under the table. With nimble fingers she undid his belt unbuttoned the jeans and fish out his cock.

With his dick now exposed he felt the cold air hitting it. Until it was wrap in her soft hands warming it up.

Just feeling her hand around his dick felt like heaven. Then she started to pump it up and down. Bringing him to a new hight of pleasure.

Grabbing the bench he was on to stay steady as she pumped.

"What a good boy." Makima said treatimg it like giving a dog a belly rub.

She started to pick up the pace going faster. Denji then began bucking his hips meeting her hand. Eventually he felt his release coming.

When it hit he coated the underside of the table and her hand. Releasing his cock from her grip she grabbed a napkin from the dispenser on the table.

Wiping her hand clean like nothing happened she went back to the food.

"Come on lets finish eating, we have alot to do still." She said grabbing some chopsticks.