Lizzy and Housesitting 3 re-up (Same Author, New Account)

\--- I am the original author of this series, my original account was deleted for an unknown reason.

\--- DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional event, and all people written about are 18+

I didn't dream at all. I felt myself floating for a few seconds and when I opened my eyes, the only clue that time had passed was the darkness that surrounded me. Padding around the bed in the shrouded room, I found my phone had tried to wake me through the desperate calls and texts from Robin; almost 300 notifications from his phone alone, desperately reaching into the void that was my unconscious body for any kind of response. The last message letting me know he was only a few minutes away from the house.

"I'm almost there my Love please be saf- Get out of the way!" The voice message was cut short as horns and screeches drowned out his fear, and curdled my stomach. Robin was on the way, and I... Well I don't know, was that considered cheating? Was that... assault? Does it count if it was a dog? Does it count if I just... The jingle of dog-tags made me freeze, my spine tingled as a serpent of ice and electricity coiled itself around my bones, my thoughts blended together as a tornado of guilt and shame and... Something else... tore into what, was once, my solid understanding of life. Don stood next to me, huffed and yawned and stretched, turning his eyes to meet mine. I knew he could hear my rising heartbeat, a war drum in the distance, approaching over the distant hills. A beat and rhythm so loud, that it had to have been echoing out of my ears as it traveled down my arms and chest. His goofy little smile as he panted softly at me put me on edge. Was he smugly laughing at me? Mocking that he had taken what he wanted from me? That he had me twisting on his Master's bed like a cheap plastic top you get in a Halloween bag? Or was he just... goofy Don, oblivious to the fact that right now I was terrified of him, terrified of being alone, terrified of even thinking about wanting to be alone with him.

His nose turned down slightly, lining and sniffing at the air near my... I pulled myself away, turned my body from him and tried to shoo him out of the room. When he refused to budge, I knew I needed some kind of barrier and looked around for my panties and sweatpants. I felt, well was, naked and needed to protect myself from him, maybe then this fog in my brain would clear. My phone light scanned the floor and the bed until I finally spotted my cotton shield, a small wave of relief calming the fires growing in my psyche as I bent at my knees to pick them up; the metal of dog tags clinking softly directly behind me, as Don's sniffing grew more curious as his nose pressed against the top of my butt.

"Don... Don no..." my hushed voice crawled out, a mix of fear and disgust. I turned on my feet to face sideways to him, protecting both sides of my body as I tried to slide my fabric defense onto my shaking body. Why was he just standing there? Was he waiting for an opportunity? Why wouldn't he leave me alone? Standing up quickly, I pulled my panties on and covered myself, shuffling to where I was sure my sweatpants were, keeping my side facing the smug looking Don.

\*THUD\* \*THUD\* \*THUD\* "BABY!?" the front door shook and rattled, Robin's voice flying into the house as clear as if the door was but a hole in the wall, Don took off barking towards my savior. I took a breath, how long have I been holding that in? I took a deeper breath. Why can't I get enough air? "BABY!?" Robin's fear helped me, which is a bit dark, but thanks to him, my body moved and left my brain behind.

"I'm coming Baby!" I heard my voice say, as I watched myself put on the sweats and stumble towards the door. "Don MOVE." My voice thudded against the 'me' that was feeling so out of place, I couldn't even feel myself open the front door. The door that was barely even a quarter open when Robin slid in and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. I could feel that. I started to feel his panting breath on my neck, and the cold on his face. I'm not sure when my brain flew back into my body, but it did, and I wrapped my arms around Robin.

"Lizzy, what happened? I was so fucking worried!" when he pulled back, I could see the cold from his face was from tears. Fuck, I had scared this poor boy nearly to death.

"The dog he-" my voice caught, what the fuck could I even say? 'He pushed me to the bed and ate me out til I came harder than I ever had before!', no how could I even... 'Sorry, I cheated on you with Don.' wait, no I didn't. He's a dog, that's not cheating! Right? No. Right? "Don knocked the phone out of my hand, I brought him outside and fell asleep when I got back in." First I cheat on him, with an animal no less, now I lie to him about it after he thought something awful happened. I'm disgusting. I'm terrible. God I could fucking just die right now. Robin shuddered in my arms, his breathing still shaking, but starting to calm down as he held me.

"I'm so sorry for spamming you with calls and texts. You left suddenly after a loud noise, you're all by yourself... The worst thoughts came to mind." not the actual worst, I thought.

"I'm fine sweetie, let's get inside now so the dog doesn't get out." ushering him in, I closed the front door and locked it. Don was there, a distance away, and I moved behind Robin. Finding a way to keep him between us, I felt safer, even safer when I couldn't see the dog at all.

We moved to the couch, Robin, sensing something was wrong wrapped his arms around me. "My Love," a slight pang of guilt and pain ran through my chest, "is everything okay? You've been... Well on edge since I got here." Why did he have to keep asking me things? Of course I'm on edge, I feel both disgusted and disgusting, I feel violated and like I'm betraying him, and the worst of it really is that I can't stop thinking about it. The way his tongue felt, moved in and on me, never giving me a moment to collect myself. He took what he wanted from me, and I didn't or couldn't fight back. Yes I was extremely horny, but that's no excuse. Yes the orgasm was... I was already feeling warm.

"I'm just... Feeling a lot of things right now..." technically, not a lie.

"Hmm, well, is frustrated one of them?" he's doing his husky voice... "We did get interrupted, and I do know how much you loved showing me my pussy." I wanted to be pissed, fuck I wanted to be so mad. But how could I? I cheated on him. I came wi- wait. Maybe that's it! That's where my stress and confusion come from! I just needed to cum, and Don... well, I just need Robin to do it for me!

"Yes!" I almost yelped, "yes baby, that's exactly what I need." I mellowed down to as sultry as I could make it, caressing his face in my hands and pulling him in for a kiss.

Wordlessly, we made out. Our tongues smashing together like two ships in a storm. Hands exploring, squeezing, pinching, tickling, caressing in a uncoordinated ballet of physical sensation. I reached for and felt his cock, his beautiful cock and pulled it out of his pants. Stroking to a beat I couldn't hear, a rhythm that wasn't there. He slid my top and sweatpants off in that awkward dorky way, smiling at my tits and my panties before kissing down my neck and sucking on my tits. The dance in my mind, flat. She's in a dress at Prom, boys on one side, girls on the other.

I wasn't feeling anything. No excitement, no drive, no passion. I was going through the motions. Even when Robin slid my panties off, I lay there forcing a smile at his beautiful cock. Feeling nothing. Well that's a lie. I felt shame. I felt guilt. I felt like crying. When he slid inside of me, with the softest "I love you" I couldn't hold everything back, and a little whimper escaped me. Robin, ever focused as he was, took that as a different sign and showed no hints at stopping. I felt my body bounce, and felt his thrusts move me on the couch, and I felt myself beginning to cry.

Why? Why couldn't I feel anything? Why can't this feel good now, it felt amazing the night before I came here! What is happening to me? What did the dog do to me? What did Don do?

He licked me. That's what he did.

The girl in the prom dress took a step out towards the center of the dance floor, gently twirling her dress from side to side, feeling a beat and moving to it.

He licked me, like he wanted to. The warmth in my tummy grew, and I started feeling Robin moving inside me.

Fucking hell, Don ate me like he needed it. Like he knew I needed it. "Fuck baby, yes..." my voice! I said that! The girl began to dance, moving in small circles and exploring the dance floor, slowly building up to reaching out to a boy across the dance floor, and finally letting loose.

"I'm cumming baby." the whisper made the girl pull her hand back, miss her step, and fight to keep the rhythm going.

"No wait, wait, please not yet" too late, I should've known, his shaking becomes erratic, his thrusts become harder and deeper, I can feel him throb as he pulls almost all the way out, and cums with his tip still inside me, the only warmth I'm actually feeling. My dancer is sitting on the dance floor, sad, frustrated, spiteful, and wholly unable to make any complaints. Not after what she's done earlier.

"Wow babe, that was amazing." he sighs happily, laying next to me, his body against the back of the couch, almost entirely pushing me off the edge. I sigh in return, I hope it sounds content enough, I hope it sounds happy enough. I squirm and readjust myself to keep from tipping fully over and onto the ground, he hangs his legs over mine and his arm over my back and sides, trying to pull me closer and trying to keep me from falling. I try to smile at him, his eyes slowly closing as he relaxes.

"Sleep well My Robin" I give him little kisses on the nose and on the lips until he is snoring into my face. I let myself cry a little, I try and curl a little more into him. How could I betray him? He loves me, and I love him! Why couldn't I feel anything until I thought of... Of Don? I loved having sex with Robin, he was amazing ALWAYS, but this time? I couldn't stop the tears, they began to pour out as I put both hands on Robin's chest. "I'm so, so sorry my little Robin... I don't know what I could've done..." he stirred, eyes flittering open and closed as he mumbled something to me. I moved a little closer, trying to hear what it was.

\*jingle\* the metal sound of dog tags faintly danced behind me, and suddenly I was cold. My whole body, threw out red flags and danger signs, I tried to move, but I couldn't. If the serpent around my spine wasn't there, Robin's arm and leg stood as guards and backup for the creature. I cried as I prayed. Prayed that nothing happened. But I was ignored.

Don's tongue ran across the skin of my ass, hungry and determined to clean the salt off my tainted body. Each lick sending little ripples of ice up my spine as he moved. Closer, and closer, to the one spot that started to ache for his attention. Wait, that's not right, there's no way.

I fought back, against the thought and against Don. Quietly trying to adjust myself so he couldn't reach me, I didn't want this again, I definitely didn't want this now. But... It felt amazing before, it felt incredible. Even now, on my skin, as he approached, I could feel myself getting wetter... getting... needier. I panicked, I froze, I cried, and his tongue took advantage of that.

Fire ran through my blood the moment his tongue tasted me, the chill down my spine sparked into a power-line with each new taste, and I pushed back more for him. Cleaning the mix of flavors, Don was an addict, and my Dancer was performing. The gymnasium was an inferno, and I kept dancing. Faster I spun, twirled, leapt and bounded moving to the frenzied beat of the band wearing down my guard and my shame. My moans, choked out of fear and pleasure, drowning in Robin's hot and steady breath. I looked to his face, his eyes closed in slumber. And my Dancer burned. I covered my mouth, and moaned into my hands. Forcing, against my will, a sound of delight and pain, as Don continued as he pleased. I was already too sensitive as my body was thrown into tumultuous seas, the flames burning away my dress as I danced into Hell.

Evey lick became a whip of pain that punished me for my sins, that quickly fell into burdened ecstasy. Burning the fevered mix of this shame and pleasure onto my pussy and into my heart. I cried again, in anguish, in pain, and in an orgasm that collapsed into itself and blossomed into another cycle of anguish, pain, pleasure.

It became to much, I felt something growing in my core, in my chest. An animal, clawing inside me, digging her way through my bones and skin, I could feel her in my throat, I could feel myself... growling in need. "babe?" Robin's voice, sleepy and confused, pulled on my ears. Dragging me down to Earth, as I watched his tired eyes try to open themselves.