Coming Clean

“You love me?” You asked the hellhound as she remained seated between your legs.

“Yes. I’ve loved you for months. I’ve been aching for you with no way to relieve the pressure. I…deceived you, master.”

You arched an eyebrow, not sure whether this was still part of the game between the two of you. Glancing at Cerena’s downtrodden expression, you felt more like you were receiving confession.

“What did you mean you deceived me? About what?”

Cerena looked up at you with fearful eyes. Whatever was on her mind was clearly weighing on her. You rose to your feet, and helped guide her to the small couch in your office. Her ears were back and her tail was tucked.

“Tell me, Cerena. We can figure it out.” Games were over for now, and you tried to comfort her.

“I know you don’t know things about monster girls. I thought I could try and win you over slowly, but every time I see you it gets harder for me.”

You said nothing, allowing Cerena to say her piece.

“I’m a hellhound…obviously you know that. The thing is that I did something bad that day in the elevator. I knew the consequences, but I did it anyway. It was selfish and wrong of me without informing you of what you were getting into.”

She paused for a bit as if thinking about the best way to say what was next.

“Hellhounds are…you see. We uh…when we mate…”

“You mate for life, right?” You cut in.

Cerena sat there with a stunned look on her face. Her fiery orange eyes searched you. “You knew?”

“Not at first, no. Definitely not when we had sex the first time.”

“Then how did you find out?” Cerena stated quizzically.

“Lisbeth told me. Of course she knew about what happened and warned me. In truth, I felt guilty about what happened.” Cerena looked confused.

“Look, you and I obviously are…more than simple work friends. We’ve gotten to know each other over the past few months. I trust you, but we kind of got the order of things messed up. There are things about me though that I need you to know if whatever this is–is going to be an honest relationship.”

“What sort of things?”