WOLF HOWL

Albert hugged his wife in front of the bonfire he made. Both of their stomachs were full, after eating the animals they had hunted this afternoon. Annabelle welcomed Albert's embrace by snuggling her body in her husband's arms and seeking warmth there. Spending the night in the forest, it turned out to be very cold, Annabelle did not expect it to be this cold. Annabelle's mouth even emitted white smoke every time she spoke.

"Are you feeling cold?" asked Albert.

"Yeah, it feels freezing. This blanket doesn't seem effective enough to warm us up," Annabelle replied.

"Would you like to enter the tent now? It's warmer in there."

"No, I still want to be here. My stomach is still full, I can't sleep with a stomach full of food."

"Okay, it's up to you. So what are we going to do now?"

"Tell me about your first hunting experience? Is it so scary?"

"I went hunting with my Father for the first time. I was 7 years old at the time."

"7 years? It's still very small," Annabelle muttered.

"I'm still accompanied by a nanny. He ensured my safety. As we grew older, my father and I became a strong and compact team. Several times we won the hunting season. How about your Father? What do you guys hunt often?"

"We have never been this deep into the forest. At most just a few miles from the estate. The farthest limit is the waterfall that we visited yesterday. We hunt what we see, mostly small animals that we can take home."

Albert and Annabelle began to be immersed in their childhood stories, until they did not realize that the night was getting late. The surrounding darkness grew darker. The nocturnal beasts began to emerge from their nests, their voices enlivening the previously silent forest. Things got even more tense when the wolf howls began, making Annabelle's hair stand on end. A thin mist began to descend to the forest floor and obscured Annabelle's vision. Realizing this, Annabelle got closer to her husband's body.

"Is the wolf very close to us? The sound is very scary and sounds like it's behind our tent," Annabelle asked worried if the wolf suddenly attacked them.

"Relax, they are far from us. The howling of the wolf is known to be very loud. They're about 6 to 10 miles from here. I forgot to tell you that this month is the season when wolves look for mates. So we can be sure, we will hear his howl all night long," replied Albert, calming his wife.

"Why do wolves like to howl in the moonlight? They look very scary. Is it related to the black world?"

"It's just a myth. Wolves don't care about the moon, they will constantly howl in search of a mate, to avoid threats or to gather a herd."

"Looks like it would be better if we enter the tent now, the fog and darkness of the night, very compact add to the spookiness of this forest."

"Alright, enter it first. I will add wood to the fire so that it lasts until morning. Otherwise, we will become food for the beasts of this forest."

Annabelle nodded and covered herself with the blanket she had used with Albert. Then get into a warmer tent. Although not as comfortable as in the castle room, but inside the tent is more promising than having to feel the cold forest air.

The thick fleece blanket didn't completely warm Annabelle's body, for some reason her body still felt cold. When Albert entered the tent, Annabelle was still busy warming herself.

Albert then got into the fur blanket and hugged his wife's body. He felt Annabelle still shivering under his arms. Albert's hands inside the blanket, began to undress the front that Annabelle was wearing.

"Albert, what are you doing? I'm shivering from the cold."

"I will warm your body. Transferring my body heat to your body, touching skin to skin is the easiest way to transfer body heat."

After saying that, Albert did the same, as he did to Annabelle's clothes. Annabelle began to feel the warmth. His body was no longer shivering but heating up. Warmed by the passion that rose when Albert's thin hair on his chest, touched Annabelle's open chest.

Annabelle's breath became short whenever Albert moved his body to change positions, and the hair tickled the top of her beautiful hill. After Annabelle's body had returned to normal and no longer shivered, she began to feel the comfort and warmth of Albert's body.

"Why is your body so warm?" Annabelle asked as she gently stroked Albert's chest with her soft hand.

"Because I'm warm-blooded, then my body becomes warm," replied Albert who immediately changed his position, being on top of Annabelle. Annabelle was wide-eyed, surprised.

"Is this still part of transferring body heat?" asked Annabelle innocently.

"Of course not, this is part of making you howl like the wolves out there."

"I never howl," Annabelle argued.

"Yes, but always shouting, saying my name." After saying that, Albert's lips immediately pressed against Annabelle's and teased her.

Albert's hot tongue instantly awakened what was sleeping inside Annabelle. Keeping her hands hidden under the blanket, Annabelle's hand slipped under Albert's shirt and rubbed his husband's back.

Albert kept the blanket over them both, he didn't want it, the cold air made their bodies freeze. Albert's tongue began to crawl into Annabelle's mouth and gave her a sweet taste. Soft sighs began to sound from Annabelle's mouth. Albert knew that if Annabelle held back the sigh, he didn't want their servants to hear her sigh.

Albert's lips began to fall down Annabelle's neck and chest, tasting them there. Albert's hand stroked Annabelle's flat stomach, the longer it went down, the closer it got to her core. Quickly, Albert removed Annabelle's dress and lowered the shield. His hand slid into Annabelle's warm slit, making Annabelle have to bite her lip to keep from making a sound.

Albert's fingers teased her and made her very wet there. Before Annabelle exploded, Albert released his fingers.

"Albert, please..." Annabelle pleaded. The passion that just wanted to explode, he failed to feel.

"With pleasure, My Lady," Albert replied.

Without even taking off their clothes, even Albert didn't bother to take off his hunting pants, he started to reveal the barrier between them. Albert began to unite his own with Annabelle's slowly but surely. Annabelle opened her legs, allowed her husband to enter and wrapped hers perfectly. Annabelle's tightened, as Albert's filled hers.

Albert started to move inside the blanket, the air inside the tent turned hot. Annabelle wanted to sigh loudly and shout Albert's name, but she still had manners. This place was so open and one could easily hear her voice, finally Annabelle could only bite her lip to contain her excitement.

The howls of wolves accompanied their movements. The bonfire in front of the tent created a beautiful silhouette of Albert's body movements. The cold mist that fell covered the forest, not making the two of them cold, but there was only a feeling of heat they felt. This method is very effective in eliminating the cold they had felt.

Albert stared at Annabelle's face by the lighting of the bonfire outside their tent. He greatly admired the beauty of the woman beneath him. This made Albert even more excited to stamp his own.

Annabelle clutched her husband's back. His vision began to blur as passion hit him hard.

"Albert, I..."

"Yes, My Lady. We will reach the top together," Albert replied. After saying that, Albert took Annabelle's body and hugged her. Annabelle buried her face in the crook of Albert's neck and muffled her sighs there.

I don't know how long they moved until they finally fell asleep soundly with the warmth that surrounded them.

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