A Good Scratch

[Conric/Ford]

Reggie stirred from her sleep. The movement woke me. Ford was still asleep. He needed it, so I let him alone. This wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.

She snuggled deeply into my fur and inhaled. I knew she’d be able to smell who I was and she didn’t seem afraid. I was at least twice the size of a normal wolf. It tended to scare people.

“Hello, beautiful puppy.” She murmured. 

I rolled onto my back and looked at the slightly mussed concubus. For the first time in months, I felt rested. It was a good sleep.

She opened her eyes and I let my tongue loll out of my mouth in a wolfy smile. It made her giggle in a cute way. If I didn’t know she was a demon, I would think she was just some cute girl next door type of human.

“Thank you for sleeping with me. I have nightmares. They went away when you came in. I must have been around a lot of wolves before. Or maybe it was because you’re my ally. I knew I was safe. You deserve a reward.” Reggie whispered.

I cocked my head to the side and raised an eyebrow. I wondered what she was planning to give me. It better not be a dog treat… unless it was one of those liver ones. Serena gave me one once. Those things were tasty as heck, but Ford got mad about it.

Reggie sat up and reached to cup her hands around my ears. She began rolling her fingertips deep in the fur behind them. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her scratching me firmly behind the ears and down my neck. Oh, goddess, this was good.

She shifted position and used one hand to scratch up under my chin while the other scratched over the front of my neck. I’d never purred before and was a little surprised at the soft growl that came out. Her fingers seemed to reach every single itch I ever had.

Reggie continued over my ribs and under my front legs. I was glad Ford was still asleep, he would’ve thought this was degrading instead of fabulous. She was going to get my leg going with these scratches.

Her deft hands went down over my stomach and flanks. It wasn’t a frenzied scratch, but a deliberate and expert scratch. I couldn’t help it, I got a little… excited. I tried to roll away so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea or think I was being crude.

“Hush now, puppy. These things happen with good scratches.” She giggled. “I’m glad you’re liking it.”

Reggie was careful to avoid hitting me while she scratched lower on my abdomen toward my haunches. I whined a little and she smiled. Gently, she rolled me back over and started scratching the area at the base of my tail. I didn’t want it to be over and was thrilled when she started going up my back, along my spine.

“You’re so beautiful, Ulric. Such gorgeous silver fur.” She sighed as her hands made their way over and around my shoulder blades.

I wagged my tail at the praise. Part of me wondered if my mate would’ve given scratches like that. I hoped she would have. She’d praised Ford and rubbed his stomach often. I liked to think she would’ve done the same for me.

The scratch ended back at my ears. She ran her hands over them and rubbed the tips eliciting a happy whine from me. When she was done, Reggie wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and rubbed her face in my fur.

“All done.” She purred into my ear.

Reggie sat back up and stretched. I pounced on her and began licking her face and neck. Reggie laughed and tried to push me away. I kept at it though, trying to show her how much I enjoyed her attention.

It was hard to communicate without a voice. She tried rolling away, but ended up pinned on her stomach with me licking her back and nipping at her while whining. I knew she could probably toss me across the room if she wanted, but she seemed to be in a good mood and I would push it as far as I could.

“I’ll scratch you again tomorrow. Just get off, you weigh a million pounds!” She squealed.

I got up, happy I’d gotten her to make that promise. I felt Ford beginning to stir in me. I was hopeful he could get through the conversation without getting too angry.

‘Good morning, Ford. I just had the best scratching ever. We should keep her.’ I told him.

‘Because she gives good scratches… wait… you let her scratch us like a common house pet!? Where’s your pride?’

‘I’m a wolf. My pride is in being able to take down large prey and protect my territory. Pretty girls with sweet skin and strong hands don’t warrant it. Look at her. She’s perfect.’ I replied.

‘You forget about our mate for a pretty face and a good scratch. Nice to see that wolfish loyalty.’ He growled.

‘Feed her. She needs it.’ I insisted.

-

Reggie grabbed the clothing from the top of the dresser and started to head to the bathroom. Ford shifted as quickly as he could.

“Wait! You need to be fed.” He said.

“I need other things right now. You don’t need to feed me. I’ll talk to… umm… Gail? Yeah, Gail about it.” She smiled and slipped in the bathroom closing the door behind her.

‘She doesn’t want us to feed her.’ Ford told me.

‘At least tell her my name so she won’t call me ‘puppy’. Though, it is cute.’ I chuckled.

‘She called you ‘puppy’? And I bet you didn’t do anything.’

‘I rolled over and looked at her… not like I could tell her not to.’ I said defensively.

‘Fine. As soon as she’s back out here. Then we should go eat. I’m starvin’ and I smell spaghetti.’

‘Me, too. Get dressed so you don’t scare her.’

-

[Ford]

I got off the bed, picked up my shorts and shirt, then put them on and straightened out the blankets. I smiled. That had been the best sleep I’d had since Madison died.

Maybe I needed a female concubus nearby. None of the male concubi made me feel as relaxed. I wondered if she would come stay in my room. Her bed was a little small.

The bathroom door opened and Reggie came out. She was wearing a white sundress with big red flowers on it. It clung to her full hips gently. Her long blonde hair was a golden backdrop to the outfit.

I was betting it was the largest size we had. It made her curves look delicious. I shook my head. I shouldn’t be thinking that way.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” She said.

“If you want, I can check with the female wolves to see if they have something that might fit better.” I replied.

Reggie scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Look, you don’t have to do any favors for the fat demon. I’ll live. If you don’t like seeing me in it, then close your eyes or look the other way. It fits, I can move without it ripping or stopping me, and I think I look pretty damned cute.”

She turned and her blonde hair flipped around her like a golden whirlwind. Reggie headed out to the living room. I laughed and followed after. Most small women were a little skittish around me, but she didn’t seem to have any fear. It was a nice change.