Another Strange Pet

The markings on the Hound's body sprawled over his chest and shoulders, ending along the edge of his jawline.

As well as over his hips, pelvis, lower back and backside. The marks were dark and resemble tattoos though they were actually a type of brand that were given to each Hound, they were unique patterns for each individual creature.

His purrs got louder as his Master's hand slid over his chest and stroked his neck.
Tuzik tilted his head back eagerly, presenting his throat to the man so his hand could roam freely.

Tuzik would automatically be ever fond of his Master and serve him loyally, after all he was the one who had allowed him to be free of Hell.

His lips quirked upwards as he watched the hound.

His fingers began tracing the patterns over his chest and stomach idly. They looked like tattoo's. He liked the look of them.

Perhaps he'd get a tattoo similar to that at some point in the future. It wouldn't be able to span his entire back like Tuzik's did; his back was already taken up with a large tattoo.

But something simple around his pelvis, perhaps?

A content shiver ran through his body as the man's finger traced over his markings.

He was definitely more fond of this Master than he was of his last one, and he had only been with him a few minutes.

Tuzik rubbed his head against the bed as Alyosha's hands travel over his torso.

His rubbing and scratched caused the ribbon in his hair to fall out completely, releasing the mop of red hair which immediately fanned out over his face.

Alyosha chuckled and leaned over, his own hair slipping from his shoulders and framing the two of them.

"Such a mess. Perhaps we should get hair cut."

He brushed the hounds bright hair out of his face with a little smile.

He was already very fold of the hound and he had known him for such a short amount of time it was ridiculous.

Tuzik looked up at his Master with bright crimson eyes as his hair was pushed from his face, his lips parted and spread into a wide grin, his cupid's bow curling up in the corners as his white teeth pointed out from behind the pale lips.

The Hound leaned up to his Master's face, brushing his nose against Alyosha's nose like an affection dog before laying back down and nuzzling against the man's leg.

All his actions were distinctively canine, he didn't understand how he was to interact to other in this human form.

Alyshoa nuzzled back against the hound affectionately.

A playful, affectionate puppy.

Who cared if he didn't look the prettiest as a hound or turned into a human at times? He was just a playful puppy.

His puppy.

The Hound whined happy as he nestled in against the Necromancer.

He rolled back onto his stomach and crawled into his Master's lap, despite his size in both is human and hound form Tuzik always thought himself smaller than he actually was, constantly trying to nestle into small spaces and climb over people as if he were a small dog.

"Magister."

He muttered again in that gruff, low voice as he nestled is face in against Alyosha's pelvis.

The Necromancer looked down at Tuzik silently for a moment as he nuzzled into his lap.

His tongue ran over his lower lip.

Tuz was a pet; his hound. But having a good looking man resting in his lap was rather distracting.

His eyes turned to his book and he reached over to it, trying to ignore Tuz for the moment as he flicked open the book and began reading through the words silently.

Tuzik nestled in against him, the Hound's hands gripping onto his Master's pants slightly as he closed his eyes.

Being ripped out of Hell was a draining experience and had left the Hound rather tired.

He gave a happy little whine as he cuddled up against his Master, he hadn't been asked to do anything for the man yet, usually there were people to kill, someone or something he needed to guard.

Though he hadn't been asked to do any of that he knew that he would defend and guard his Master to the best of his ability from now one.

Alyosha stroked the hounds head gently with one hand as he held up his book with the other.

His movements were slow and gentle, just idle touches as he slowly immersed himself in his reading.

This was nice and peaceful. He would happily spend hours at a time laying reading with Tuz curled in his lap.

Tuzik had no perception or understanding of human interaction and what was considered inappropriate, Hell Hounds had barely any personal boundaries.

As such he unknowingly nuzzled his nose in against his Master's crotch as he purred from being petted, the repetitive motion lulling the creature into a relaxed state.'

He gave a happily whine, he hadn't been allowed so close to his previous Masters, he was constantly in his Hound form, chained up in the kennels.

Alyosha tensed up a little when the hound nuzzled into his crotch.

His cheeks darkened a little as his fingers stilled in Tuzik's hair.

"Is not good, Tuzik," he chided softly. He didn't particularly want to be worked up like this. He was horny enough already. He didn't need Tuz unknowingly making it worse.

He looked up as his Master scolded him softly, Tuzik yawned widely, blinking sleepily as he gazed at the man, confused as to why he had been told off.

His head tilted slightly, he hadn't done anything wrong, he hadn't even been moving around that much.

The hound's brows furrowed, he didn't know what Alyosha was saying, though at the moment he didn't really care.
That much was obvious by the way the Hound's head flopped back down into his Master's lap as he closed his eyes again.

Alyosha sighed and shook his head gently as the hounds head flopped back down in his lap.

As long as he didn't do much more moving he could tolerate Tuz so close to him.

He began stroking him again gently, eyes straying back towards the handwritten letters in his book.

He could get used to just lying around with the hound like this.

Tuzik gave a soft purr as Alyosha began stroking him again, though the purrs stopped after a few minutes, replaced with the Hounds heavier than usual breathing.

He had fallen fast asleep in his Master's lap to the feeling of his hands stroking through his hair.

As long as he was being petted the Hound was quite relaxed and docile, he'd happily go to sleep instead of being his usual energetic self.

Alyosha smiled gently, his stroking slowing to a stop.

He had fallen asleep.

How adorable.

The Necromancer leaned back against the headboard, smiling as he got lost in his book again. This was so peaceful. He loved it.