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Anyan Barghest lived in the cabin with Nell when he was around, which wasn’t often He would pop in every three weeks or so, stay for a day or two, and then be off again I think he used to live there full-time, but after what had happened at the Compound last November, Anyan had been mostly MIA

He pushed open the screen door with his broad head "C’erly inhaling the cabin’s delicious scent of lemon wax and carda was the sae kitchen doeous Wolf restaurant range and equally ie and freezer The rest of the cabin contained a rectangular trestle table that would probably seat twenty and a seating area full of comfy, overstuffed furniture covered in battered brown leather

I juers, and then laughed as he ly, I scratched the base of his fuzzy, erect ears, the tips of which were just about level withFor a second, I considered throwing ht better of that idea

"How have you been?" he asked

"Oh, fine Busy How about you?"

"Fine," he chuckled "Busy I got back as soon as I could, when I got Ryu’sdoard from his ear, down the ticklish crevice where his cheek ood to be holy

"When did you get back?" I asked, just as I hit a sensitive spot and he closed his eyes and growled in doggy pleasure He did love a good scratching

"Just a few hours ago I was napping"

I thought of the big shape upstairs The bighest, a two-for and a , IAnd by eously gadonked, throw-you-over-his-shoulder male And I know this because I had been thrown over his shoulder, while he was naked, where I got a good gander of the whole thighs-slash-gadonk combo

We’d never talked about what happened at the Co -Anyan were two entirely different entities Which I kneas inaccurate, but it was also an easy delusion to maintain, as I never saw man-Anyan I’d met Anyan when he was furry, and I had only seen him furry since, except for that time he’d saved my life at the Co there was a antuan puppy that played Frisbee and liked his belly rubbed Every once in a while, however, I was res decidedly weird

"Are you all right?" he ruray ones, until he leaned down to nuzzle ain "You look tired"

I slaravelly sound that should have sounded abrasive but didn’t "They’re tough You’ll get it"

I sighed "I hope so ’Cause they’re killingpain emitted from my bladder as it reminded me, brutally, of its existence "But I really need to pee I mean, I need to use the ladies’ roole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>