He could always sense her heats. She didn't like that. Not at all.

He'd follow her around like a dog (which he is), until he had a chance to drag her somewhere private and fuck her through it. That wasn't what she hated, though. She hated how obvious he was.

She'd gotten pretty good at hiding her heats, the master's servants could almost never tell, and she'd be able to sneak off and take care of it herself. Until he came along. Now the servants could always tell, based off the dog demihuman following her around, tail wagging like an idiot.

She nodded along to the maid's words, not listening in the slightest, too distracted by the idiot dog hovering behind her. "Mhmm. Sounds good." She said, watching the maid's eyes flick to him, her expression making it clear that she knew what was going on. "Well, thank you for the advice, Miss Natalie. I'll go run it by Mr. Clarke." The woman said, short and polite, before scurrying off with a slight smirk.

Natalie turned around, gaze sharp and annoyed, tail flicking with frustration. "Can you not?" She spat, watching as he took on a confused expression. He always made it difficult to be mad at him, with his cute little expressions and sounds. She sighed, before turning around again, storming off and down the hallway, correctly assuming that he would follow. She flung open a door, stepping into a vacant guestroom, watching as he followed in diligently. In the dark, cramped space, her discomfort became a lot more apparent.

Sweat started to form at her brow, her fluffy ears twitching at every minute sound. Before she could stop it, she let out a quiet mewl, which of course made the mutt's ears perk up. "Can you get it over with, then?"