*Here’s the second part of the Hellhound massage story. I know all two of you that enjoyed part 1 were just champing at the bit to get the second half, so worry not, the wait is over! This one is almost exclusively sexy fun, so if you want pretty much any context, go back and read part 1. Hope you enjoy!*
At Diedrich’s request, she lay her head in her arms. If it weren’t for her tail wagging back and forth so rapidly she would have looked asleep. Beatrix, once again at Diedrich’s request, tucked her tail underneath her. It would have been pretty hard to give her a massage with her tail constantly whacking him. He knelt above her lower back, and with quick, skilled motions, brushed her hair until it was soft as silk. To say Beatrix didn’t care about her appearance would be an exercise in how fast one can commit suicide by hellhound. She cared very much how she looked, she simply enjoyed allowing her hair to be its naturally wild self. It was rare for it to be rigorously brushed like this. Within moments her normally shaggy hair was smooth and straight as can be, but that wasn’t the end. Putting the brush away, Diedrich’s hands moved so fast they were a blur, carefully rearranging each individual strand until it was one large bun piled on the back of her head. Holding it in place with one hand, he summons a pair of ivory chopsticks out of thin air with a flourish of the other, and inserted them both into the bun with surgical precision.