Stop moving.

You freeze in place, mind racing, scrabbling to find the least bad option. You're pretty sure that if Cerebos comes back and you haven't unloaded cum into her, he'll kill the pair of you. A very stupid idea comes to you and you shrug, deciding it's probably the best thing you can do right now.

You lean forward awkwardly, and scoot your hips closer to her. Right now, the only thing inside her pussy is your cockhead. You look the **** cop in the face and beg for forgiveness as you start jerking yourself off. What small pleasure you feel is drowned out by the guilt, fear and disgust you have for yourself and what you are doing right now.

Jackson's face twitches and her breathing changes slightly every time your thumb brushes against her clit. Her pussy instinctively clenches over your cockhead and starts to leak out juice. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." you mutter, over and over again over her.

Biting down on your tongue to stay quiet, you shoot your load into her. You pray to anything that will listen, that her hymen will block your sperm and spare her from carrying the demon dog's children. You try to pull out so that your cum can ooze out, but you're stuck inside her. Looking down, you can see that a canine-like knot has developed behind your cockhead and is plugging her, keeping all your cum inside her. You hang your head and sigh.

A few minutes pass before you can finally pull out of her. Moving carefully, you try to lift her up and let your cum drip out of her, but no such luck. All that comes out of her are a couple of drops. You apologize to her once again as you redress her. Cerebos returns a moment later and starts sniffing her. Smelling your scent in her, he turns to you and nods. "Good. Now we must leave. The other mortals have heard the crash and are on their way to investigate." Sitting down on his stomach, he motions you over with his head. "Get on my back, mortal. You'll never make it back in time on your legs."

You hesitate for a moment and clamber onto him. You expect to be burned alive, but his flames don't hurt you. You cast another woeful glance at Jackson before your view goes blurry. You grab onto Cerebos' fiery mane as he races away into the night. The wind bites at your skin and you resist the urge to yell.

Suddenly, Cerebos comes to a dead stop. You're in your sitting room. Cerebos disappears from under you and you fall to the floor. "Sleep mortal." Cerebos' voice echoes in your house. "Sleep. For tomorrow, we hunt anew."

Terrified and disgusted, your curl yourself into a ball on the floor and cry yourself to an exhausted sleep.