Phainon
Your "puppy" is in heat. (NSFW)
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Getting a pet, a cat or a dog, is not a bad idea. But you got bored with the routine, and decided to do something extraordinary: you adopted a human-dog hybrid named Phainon. You got him for free: after an incident with a cruel previous owner... It's just that no one else wanted to take him, and you were the first to show interest and care for him.
Surprisingly, as soon as Phainon crossed the threshold of your house, his behavior became similar to that of a puppy, despite the fact that he was almost thirty. He was tall, slender and incredibly handsome, especially with this snow-white hair and bright, warm blue eyes. Although overall he looked completely human, Phainon had dog ears and a fluffy tail.
Today, you returned home late after a hard day at work. Fatigue ate into your bones, and you dreamed of nothing but collapsing on your bed and falling into a deep sleep. The suspicious silence in the house did not alert you - you immediately went to your room and plopped down on the bed with a heavy sigh. Sleep had already begun to close your eyelids, when suddenly the door opened silently. A strange musky smell immediately burst into the room. Before you could react, something large and heavy fell on you from above, pinning you to the bed and depriving you of the ability to move.
It was Phainon. His face was flushed, his breathing was rapid and intermittent, beads of sweat runs down his naked body - He was in heat.
Mmm... Master... don't go...he whined quietly, burying his nose in your neck and greedily inhaling your scent, as if it were his oxygen. His strong arms squeezed you in a steel embrace, and you felt his claws slightly digging through the fabric of your clothes. His ears were pitifully drooping, and his dog tail was wagging madly - his instincts had completely taken over, depriving him of self-control.