The Difference of Our Bodies

She Waited for Him

All week Aphmau waited at the werewolves house. She was worried that he was embarrassed or, possibly dead. She really had no other place to go, her mother was dead and she couldn't ask Aaron to stay at his castle. Although there was a very high chance he would say yes, she knew his parents existed and they probably wouldn't be happy. She stayed at the cabin. Making fires, meals, and cleaning up the house. She understood why the werewolf was so lonely. He was designated in the middle of the woods.

Meanwhile the werewolf had set out to find some merchants for food. He raided some farms, but gathered enough for him and possibly the girl. It was Christmas Eve when he returned from his travels, he entered the forest to find his cabin lights on. The porch lanterns were on and his horse was eating. He dropped his food and new cloth and ran into the house, the girl turned around in fright as she saw him standing in the door way. All this time the girl has been making meals for two, and here he was.

In a way he reminded her of Aaron. How he tucked his trousers in his boots, and wore his shirt open. He also had the scar on his neck, the same one as Aaron. Intimidating to most, but gentle to her, the woman ran up to him, hugging him like there was no tomorrow. Aphmau felt the gentle giant struggle to not sob. His claws clenched her in his big hands as she tried to rap her tiny hands around his broad shoulders. He finally broke into tear. After all these years, family neglecting him, no one to love. He had someone now. She wasn't a one night stand she was someone he could love.

Aphmau slightly pulled away from his chest. Starring up at the teary eyed werewolf. She pulled him to the table, wiping her eyes from her tears as well. He paused, pulling her small waist over to him and sitting her down on the table. He hovered over her, cupping her cheeks, staring into her watery eyes.

"Why?" He asked her, his gruff voice gently hitting her face. She gently held his wrist. "Why, why would you stay here?"

"Because," she leaned in closer to him, "I love you." The werewolf pulled her into a gentle kiss, adding pressure at the end to add more passion. The lanterns light grew dim, as the werewolf fumbled with the string on the back of the maidens dress.

"I'll do better this time." He whispered into her ear. The dress came undone in the back. It was so loose fitting in the front, it sagged on her arms as he gently carried her to bed, her soft breasts pressing up against his chest. He softly placed her on the once cold sheets, now warm with their presence. They softly kissed each other as it turned into a heated make-out moment. He took off the rest of her dress, caressing her soft golden mocha skin. Running his fingers through her raven hair. He was savoring the moment. His hands on her naked soft body, with the moon casting a glow in the tiny bedroom by the dim lighted kitchen that you could see from the small crack in the door.

And he kept his promise. Doing better for the second time, he slammed into her from behind, she mounted him on his lap as he laid back in bliss. And he loved feeling her curves, how they bounced up and down when he slammed into her. Once the werewolf was done thoroughly impressing her. He kissed her hourglass body and kissed her soft lips. They finally laid under the soft blanket and held each other. Her breasts pressing against his chest once more and his big hands clenching onto her perfectly big ass. He pulled her in closer and kissed her hard. The moon was so pretty in the empty night sky.

"Why won't you tell me your name?" Aphmau traces a finger along his chest. The werewolf knew this would come, that's why some part of him wanted her to leave, for her own good. But he wanted her to stay, he needed relief and someone to love.

"I'm afraid, if you know my name, then you'll be scared of me." He looked down at her adorable worried face.

"I won't be I promise." The girl moved even closer to him, feeling his breath gently hit her face.

"No, you will be. And I don't want to loose you." Aphmau sat up, covering herself with the blanket as he got out of bed, fully naked. His dick was still erected as his muscles puffed up due to the slight chill in the room. Aphmau spread her legs open to welcome him back into the bed, but he continued to put on his shirt. "I would fuck you all day, but I also enjoy eating too." He chuckled.

"You can eat this pussy." She stroked herself with her two fingers. The werewolf blushed at her request since he was being the dominant one all night. Now he was at a crossroad.

"When I get back." He jumped onto the bed and pulled her into a kiss. He pounces out of bed and entered the kitchen, pulling on the rest of his outfit. Aphmau stood through the doorway of the bedroom with the blanket rested on her. She leaned against the door, looking like a mess. Her hair being all over her head to be specific.

"What is your job?" Aphmau asked.

"Hunting."

"Can't I come along with?"

"I can sense that it's going to snow, I don't want you to catch something." The werewolf threw on a blue wool coat and opened the door, cold air blasting through. "Stay by the fire, and I have food in the back." He kissed her lips. "I love you." The tall figure spoke.

"I love you too." He held onto her hand and then slowly let go as he trailed off into the forest. Aphmau decided to make breakfast, grabbing, bread and...the blueberry jam. She held the jar, seeing the same print and everything. She tasted it and it was the exact same as the one she made for her picnic date with Aaron...something wasn't right.