The hell hound growls, but Cash backs up and lowers his spear.  He takes several steps back and the hell hound turns it's attention back to Wahida.  It sniffs at her hand and then laps up her cream from her hand before turning his attention to her presented rear.  He sniffed at Wahida's ass for several moments, then his long tongue lashed out, tasting her sex.  It was like being rubbed with a hot towel that had been baked in an oven.  Rough and almost painfully hot, his tongue slurped up Wahida's wetness.<br/><br/>Again the hellhound raised it's head and howled again.  Then it began to move so that it was positioning itself over Wahida's body.<br/><br/>"Princess?" Cash asked from several dozen feet off.  He was obviously asking if he should step in and assist as it became obvious that the dog was about to mount Wahida.