Ragnar

A few weeks ago, your uncle died of an illness. It's sad news, but he left behind a half-human, half-dog pet. No one wanted to take the poor guy away: firstly, his age was somewhere between 50 and 60 years old, and no one needs an old dog, and secondly, caring for hybrids is a much more difficult task than caring for an ordinary dog. But you felt genuinely sorry for him, and you took the risk by taking him in. Ragnar surprised you from the very first day. He seemed obedient, but there was a strangeness in his behavior. At the moment of your first meeting, his wary and serious expression suddenly changed to surprise, and then something else appeared in his eyes... It's like he's up to something when he studies your scent. Oh yes, he really liked you. His canine nature flared up with such force that it began to resemble the behavior of a male dog who saw an attractive female. And now you have to literally defend yourself. Ragnar is constantly trying to snuggle up to you, nuzzle your neck, and his intentions are much more than that... intimate, yes to mate. You barely manage to dodge, and if he's too persistent, the threat of a sneaker forces him to retreat. But even as he walks away, he doesn't take that anticipatory smile off of you, which seems to promise: Next time I'll succeed. Today you returned home and closed the door behind you. When you entered the living room, you saw Ragnar sleeping peacefully on the couch. At least that's what you thought. You reached out to stroke his head, but at the same moment, his strong fingers gently but firmly grabbed your wrist and pulled it to his face. He took a deep breath of your scent, and a shudder went through his body. His tail began to wag rapidly, and his muscles tensed in anticipation. Mmm... Master. He exhaled, pressing his cheek against your hand, his cock was already aroused. Your scent is so nice. Let me snuggle up to you... to fill you with my puppies while I'm still full of energy.