Gorgeous Gwendel

Gorgeous Gwendel Gorgeous Gwendel

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian


Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian



Noah has a secret, but what could it be? Will ha ever find love knowing that he could end up destroying it?



Noah has a secret, but what could it be? Will ha ever find love knowing that he could end up destroying it?


Submitted: July 18, 2011

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Submitted: July 18, 2011



“You horrible monster! Get the fuck out of my town!”

“It’s not like I wanted to stay here anymore, anyhow.” I mumbled to myself as I walked out of the town gates. I had only walked a few steps before a stone flew and hit me in the back of the head. I reached up my hand and felt the sticky wetness of fresh blood. I turned around to see a group of kids. All of them had rocks in their hands except for one of the smaller ones in the front of the crowd. He slowly knelt down and picked up another rock. I turned around and prepared for more rocks to be thrown. Nothing came and so I breathed a sigh of relief. Just as I began to relax another rock hit me, this time in the shoulder. I kept walking forward hoping that the next rock would miss. About five more hit me before I was out of range. By this time I was at the edge of the forest that surrounded the town. I walked into the shade of the trees and began to wonder where I would end up staying the night tonight. There wasn’t another town for at least twenty miles. I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk that distance in one day. Even if I made it, there was no telling if they would let me stay there. I decided that it would just be easier for me to stay in the forest tonight and worry about finding a place to stay tomorrow. Next came the matter of finding food. I could survive a night in the woods, but I wouldn’t last long without food and water. I figured that I could find a stream along the way and it would have water, maybe even fish. My energy was renewed by the thought that I would be able to find food and water. I walked happily on for a few hours, but in those hours I didn’t find a single stream, I didn’t even find a puddle. I began to get tired, so I sat down on a fallen tree. My stomach began to rumble and I knew that it was almost dark, even without being able to see the sky due to the dense growth of the trees. I slowly got up and walked forward. I had only walked a few steps, when I stepped into a trap. It dragged me up about five feet off of the ground. I struggled trying to break the rope of the net that held me, but I was too tired to keep it up for long. I stopped struggling and started crying.

“I hate people. I HATE PEOPLE!” I screamed with tears streaming down my face. Just then, I heard a twig snap. I quieted down and began to fear what might be coming. After a few moments, a man walked out from the trees and looked at me. He was holding an ax in his hand. He walked over to me and lifted the ax up. He cut down the net and I fell to the ground. He began to help me out of the net, but I yelled at him.

“Leave me alone! I don’t need your help!” I said pushing free of the net. I got up and began to run when he grabbed my arm.

“Leave me alone! I hate people!” I said trying to get free of his grip, then my head started throbbing and I crumpled to the ground in pain.

“Let me bandage your wound.” He said setting the ax down.

“No! I will not accept help from anyone!” I yelled beginning to feel dizzy. He lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder. I began to struggle, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. He bent down and picked up his ax. Seeing as it was having no effect, I stopped struggling. He carried me off into the woods, and I feared that he would end up killing me because that is what every other person I met ever tried to do. Before we got to our destination, I fell unconscious due to my lack of energy and my head wound.

When I finally woke up, it was dark outside. I was lying on a bed covered with clean smelling sheets. I sat up and looked around the room, it was hard to make things out, but I was sure that there was a person sitting in the chair across the room. I threw off the sheets and stood up. I noticed that I wasn’t wearing the same clothes I had been before I was brought to this house. I heard the person in the chair stir, and I froze. After a moment all was still and I began to walk towards the door. The chair was sitting directly next to the door, but it didn’t seem like the person was awake. I slowly reached for the doorknob, and when I was about to touch it the person reached out and grabbed my arm. I stared at it and saw that it was the man from before. He lifted his head and smiled at me.

“Let go of my arm. I’m leaving.” I said coldly.

“I won’t allow you to leave until your head wound heals.” He said tightening his grip on my arm.

“Why are you making me stay? I told you that I hate people.” I asked with disgust.

“Even if you hate people, you can’t hate them when you’re dead.” He said with a chuckle.

“I won’t die from something as small as this. I’m stronger than a normal person.” I said with pride.

“What makes you so abnormal?” He asked standing up. I realized that he was at least five inches taller than me. I backed into the door and blindly searched for the doorknob with my free hand. He moved closer to me and my heart started pounding. He bent down and brought his face extremely close to mine. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, and the thought made me kind of happy. Then, I felt his hand on me other wrist. He pulled it forward, away from the doorknob. My moment of happiness quickly faded to anger.

“Let go of me! I don’t want to stay here!” I yelled in his face. I didn’t notice that fresh tears were streaming down my face. He leaned in even closer and our lips briefly touched. A shock ran through my body and my tears ceased. He pulled back and smiled again.

“Why did you do something like that? Only lovers do things like that.” I stuttered with the shock still wearing off.

“I’d like if we could become that. Lovers, I mean.” He whispered in my ear.

“I told you I hate people, and I wouldn’t go for a guy if I did like them.” I said pulling away.

“Just think of it like this, I give you a place to stay and three square meals, and all you have to do is talk with me, with the occasional kiss. What have you got to lose?” He said shifting his hands to lace his fingers with mine.

“All I have to do is talk to you and endure a little kissing, and I get free food and shelter. That doesn’t sound too bad, as long as all we do is kiss.” I said thinking about how this would solve all of my problems, for now.

“That’s right. This is the only bedroom in my house, so either we both sleep in the same bed, or one of us sleeps on the couch. Which do you choose?” He said slowly letting go of my hands. They fell limp at my sides. I didn’t really want to sleep on the couch, but sleeping in the same bed with him was even worse.

“I don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you.” I said shyly. This was completely new to me; no one had ever been this kind to me. I felt weird, but good.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll sleep on the couch.” He said kissing me on the forehead. He walked to the door, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed his face. I finally realized what I was doing and pulled away.

“Good night.” I said sitting on the bed.

“Good night, sweetheart.” He said opening the door and walking out of the room. I sat on the bed waiting for my heart to calm down. I had never been loved in my life and it felt good and bad at the same time. How long would I be able to keep my secret from him? What would happen when he found out? I didn’t want to end up hurting him, but what could I do about it? I laid down on the bed and covered myself with the sheets. I fell asleep, but had a terrible dream.

It was morning and I got out of the bed. I walked over to the door and opened it. In the dim light of the morning, I saw him lying on the couch. I silently walked over to the couch and looked down. What I saw was his mangled body covered in fresh blood. He had claw marks crisscrossing his entire body. I reached down to see if he was still breathing. His eyes fluttered open and he said,” You did this to me. Why would you hurt someone you love?”

I woke up screaming, and with sweat dripping down my face. He burst through the door to the room and ran over to me.

“Are you alright? I heard you scream.” He asked frantically. His emerald green eyes were full of concern. I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck and started sobbing into his strong chest.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t think I can stay here without hurting you.” I sobbed quietly.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine as long as you stay by my side.” He said as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“You don’t understand. I will end up hurting you.” I said pushing him away.

“You’re the one that doesn’t understand. I can’t live here by myself. I need you here with me.” He said grabbing my hand and tugging me close to him.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you. No one has ever been so kind to me, not even my parents.” I said grabbing his other hand. I laced my skinny fingers between his strong fingers. He wrapped his arm around me, making sure that I couldn’t escape him this time.

“I love you. If you leave, I will murder myself. Please stay with me, or do you hate me for being a person?” He asked sadly.

“I don’t hate you anymore. I think I might actually love you, b-b-but I’m very dangerous to get close to.” I said squeezing his hand.

“Tell me your name.” He cooed softly in my ear.

“Noah is my name. What’s your name, my love?” I asked shyly.

“My name is Gwendel.” He said running his fingers through my silver hair.

“Such a gorgeous name, for such a gorgeous person.” I said leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips. I pulled back and he pushed me onto the bed. He bent down and kissed me again. Just as we were getting to the good part, there was a knock at the door.

“True love is always interrupted by those who deny its existence. I’ll be back soon.” Gwendel said as he kissed me again. He hopped off the bed and walked to the door. He opened it and walked down the hall. I got up and walked over to the door and looked down the hall. The front door was at the end of the hall. Gwendel was standing in the doorway and I could hear him talking to someone.

“Have you seen a boy with silver hair and golden eyes? He was terrorizing my village.” The voice said sternly. I was almost sure that he was the head of the village that I had been kicked out of yesterday. I was scared that Gwendel would find out what I was really like, but I decided not to move, in case he didn’t find anything out.

“I haven’t seen anyone. I live in the woods; people don’t come here very often.” Gwendel lied with certainty. Just then he backed up enough for the man to look into the house. He saw me looking out of the bedroom door and seemed to get very angry.

“You really haven’t seen him, then why is he standing in that doorway?” The man said angrily. He rushed into the house, but Gwendel grabbed his arm and kept him from getting to me.

“Run! You have to get out of here, or he’ll kill you.” Gwendel yelled at me. I couldn’t move, my legs just wouldn’t cooperate. The man reached into his coat and pulled out a knife. He reached around and stabbed Gwendel in the arm.

“NO!” I cried as I ran towards the man. He pointed the knife at me, but I wasn’t afraid. All I could think about was tearing him to pieces. My mind went blank and all I could see was darkness.

The next thing I could see was the man lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. I looked down at my hands, and saw that they were covered in blood, too. I looked around and couldn’t find Gwendel.

“Gwendel, where are you?” I called as panic began to take hold of me. There was no answer. I ran out the door of the house and into the darkness of the woods. I kept running with tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe that I had ended up hurting him and showing him my true nature. I ran until I came to the edge of a cliff. I looked down at the steep drop and thought about ending it all. I had always destroyed the things that were around me, but he was my first love and I hurt him. I walked slowly to the very edge of the cliff. I stepped off into the nothingness. I fell slowly for a moment before I felt a hand around my wrist. I looked up and saw Gwendel. He had grabbed my wrist with the arm that hadn’t been stabbed. He pulled me up and set me down on the ground.

“What were you thinking?” He asked grabbing my shoulders.

“I’m so sorry. I got you hurt.” I said looking down at his arm.

“That wasn’t your fault. The old man was completely crazy.” He said pulling me close to him.

“You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I wasn’t staying at your house.” I said wrapping my arms around him.

“I knew you were the monster they were always talking about. I knew it from the very beginning. It didn’t matter to me. You were hurt and so adorable that it didn’t really matter to me.” He said kissing the top of my head.

“You knew and you were still so nice to me. Why were you so nice to a monster?” I asked in shock.

“It doesn’t matter to me what others say about people. I decide whether you’re good or bad for myself. That’s why I live out here, so that I don’t have to deal with rumors.”

“I’m a terrible creature. You saw what I did to that man. How could you love something like me?” I asked sadly.

“The only reason you did that was because he hurt me, your lover. I would have done the same thing if I were in your position.” He said lifting me up. He carried me all the way back to his house. When we got to the house, the body was still on the floor, but we just ignored it. Gwendel carried me into the bathroom. He set me on my feet and turned to the bathtub. He turned the knobs and adjusted the temperature until he thought it was right.

“You should get cleaned up.” He said looking at my blood stained hands and clothes.

“I’m so sorry that I got blood all over your clothes. I promise I will wash them.” I said rushing to him.

“I don’t need them. They are all old anyway. I was getting ready to buy new ones, but didn’t want to go to town.” He said unbuttoning my shirt. After the last button, he slid it off of my shoulders and onto the floor. He looked down at the button on my pants, but quickly looked away.

“I need help with the pants, too.” I said shyly. He looked down at me and smiled. He slowly reached for my hips. His hands genteelly slid from my hips to the button of my pants. Just as his hand reached my button, he drew it back.

“I think you can do them on your own, and I don’t think I could hold out after removing your pants.” He said kissing me on the cheek and walking towards the door. He walked out and shut the door behind him. I sadly slid my pants and boxers to the floor. I slipped into the bathtub and sank into the water. I was feeling lonely sitting in a room by myself. My thoughts drifted to Gwendel and then to the man’s corpse lying on the floor in the hallway. I was relieved to know that Gwendel wasn’t the bloody, mangled mess lying there, but I couldn’t ditch the feeling that he was in danger. I washed every speck of blood off, and by the time I was done the water was red. I stood up and looked around. There was a towel hanging on the wall next to the tub. I grabbed it and dried myself off. Wrapping it around my waist, I walked out of the bathroom. The bathroom was another room off of the hallway. I looked down towards the door and found nothing. The body was gone. Gwendel wasn’t in the hall.

“Gwendel, where are you, my love?” I called worriedly. There was no response to my call. I walked into the bedroom and saw a woman sitting on the bed.

“Who are you?” She asked angrily.

“I could ask you the same question.” I sneered.

“I have come to visit MY beloved Gwendel.” She said snobbishly. I looked at her for a moment, then turned around and walked back into the hallway. I saw Gwendel walking in the back door and headed for the front one.

“Noah, you should get some clothes on before you catch a cold.” He called as I walked away from him.

“Noah, where are you going?” He said dropping the wood he was carrying in. I reached the door just as it hit the floor. I twisted the knob, but the door wouldn’t open. It was locked. He came up behind me and hugged my waist. I tried to push his hands off, but he was too strong for me. I felt the warm wetness of fresh tears flowing down my cheeks.

“Let go of me. I don’t want to be here anymore.” I said between sobs.

“Why? If I did something wrong, tell me what it was and I’ll apologize.” He said hugging me tighter.

“Why don’t you tell it to some other sap? I knew you were just another horrible human.” I cried as I finally broke free of his grip. I unlocked the door and yanked it open. I flung myself through it and ran as fast as I could. I didn’t hear anything but the words of that damn woman. I ran until I came to the edge of the cliff I had jumped off of earlier.

“I should just end it all; there isn’t any point in living if I can’t even find love.” I mumbled to myself.

“I would let you do that, but it wouldn’t punish you for the crimes you have committed. I’m going to kill you slowly and painfully.” A voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw the woman from before. She had a knife in her hand. I walked towards her with my hands held out. She held the knife up to my face and slid it across my cheek. I felt my own blood gush down my cheek. The pain of the cut was nothing compared to the pain of losing my love. She brought the knife up to just under my chin. I closed my eyes and waited for the knife to pierce my flesh again, but it didn’t come. I slowly opened one eye and saw Gwendel holding the woman to a tree with her own knife.

“If you even think about touching my adorable Noah, I will not hesitate to slit your throat.” Gwendel growled at the woman. Her hand searched for something in her robes. It finally found it after a moment of searching. I saw something shimmer in the fading light. I ran towards them and pushed Gwendel out of the way just as the woman was bringing her arm down for the kill. The knife slid through my skin and muscle with ease. It found its way into the depths of my shoulder blade. I fell to the ground with the knife still sticking out of my back. I landed on top of Gwendel. His mouth was agape in fear. I smiled up at him. He sat up and sat me against a tree. I watched as he slowly stood and walked over to the woman. He still had the other knife in his hand. She just backed into the tree; she didn’t even try to run. He brought the knife up and slid it slowly across her neck. Blood began to gush out of her neck before Gwendel was even done cutting. She slumped to the ground. Gwendel dropped the knife and ran to me.

“Noah, why did you do something like that?” He asked lifting me up and carrying me into the woods.

“I couldn’t… let you… get hurt because of me… again.” I gasped. He looked down at me and some of his tears fell onto me. I fell unconscious.

I woke up in the same bed as before. This time when I tried to get up, I felt a sharp pain in my back. It hurt to move my right arm even a single inch. There was no person sitting on the chair next to the door this time. I looked to where the window was last time, the curtains were pulled closed. I threw them open and light flooded the room. It seemed like it was around noon. I stood up and shakily walked over to the bedroom door. I grabbed the doorknob with my left hand and turned it. I pulled it inward and walked slowly into the hallway. There wasn’t a single sound to be heard in the house except for my footsteps. I walked towards the front door looking for the kitchen or living room in hopes of finding Gwendel. I passed the door to the kitchen and didn’t see him. I walked into the living room and found him sleeping on the couch even though it was nearly noon. I slowly backed away from the couch and went back into the hallway. I walked back to the kitchen and looked in the cupboards for something to eat. I found some jerky on the top shelf, but I was too short to reach it. I grabbed a chair and climbed onto it. I could reach the jerky, but I lost balance and fell backwards. I tried to regain my balance, but I couldn’t use my right arm at all, so it didn’t work out. I fell, but did not hit the floor. I looked over my shoulder and saw Gwendel frowning at me. He had caught me before I could hit the floor.

“What are you doing?” He asked setting me on my feet.

“I woke up and was hungry, so I came in here to get something to eat.” I said holding out the jerky. He looked at it and looked back at me.

“Why didn’t you wake me up so that I could make you something good to eat?” He asked taking the jerky and setting it on the counter.

“I didn’t want to wake you up because you looked tired.” I said looking at the floor.

“I’m fine. It isn’t your fault that I can’t sleep, it’s mine.” Gwendel said caressing my cheek.

“Why can’t you sleep?” I asked cuddling up to his strong chest.

“I keep having nightmares.” He said sliding his hand down my jaw and across my collarbone.

“What are they about? I asked wishing that I could help.

“It’s nothing. Let’s get you some lunch.” He said pulling away from me. I crumpled to the floor.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” Gwendel asked kneeling next to me.

“I’m so sorry. I just feel really bad because you’ve done so much for me and all I do is cause trouble for you.” I sobbed through my hands.

“Don’t think like that. You saved my life, twice! You have come to love me. You came here hating humans, and now you are in love with one.” He said hugging me close to him.

“I can’t even let you sleep. I should have just gone back to bed.” I said hugging him tightly. My arm was killing me, but I didn’t care as long as he was close to me.

“It’s alright, like I said it isn’t your fault that I’m having nightmares. It’s my own idiotic thinking.” He said stroking my hair.

“You’re only an idiot for keeping your fears bottled up inside. Please tell me what you’re dreaming about.” I said wiping away my tears and leaning up to kiss him. Our lips barely touched before he pulled away from me.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me about yourself, alright?” He said brushing my silver hair out of my face.

“Alright, but not until after you kiss me, like you mean it.” I whispered up to him.

“I do mean it.” He said leaning down and kissing me on the lips. He slid his hands down to my shoulders and pulled me even deeper into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept him from pulling away like last time. His lips were soft and wet against mine. His tongue slipped between my lips and into my mouth. I had never felt so warm in my life. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the great pleasure I was feeling. After a long, wet kiss we both pulled back. Our breathing was erratic and full of heat.

“Did that have enough meaning in it?” He said licking his lips.

“I’m not sure. We might have to do it again, just to make sure.” I said leaning up and genteelly kissing him. He smiled at me, but it quickly turned to a serious expression.

“What is it?” I asked worriedly.

“I don’t want to get carried away before we talk.” He said standing up. He lifted me to my feet. We walked over to the table and sat down. He began his explanation first.

“When I try to fall asleep, I start to dream about us. You are sitting on the bed with only boxers on, but you are frowning. I walk up to you and ask what’s wrong. You say that you can’t stand to be here anymore and that you are going to leave. I tell you that I couldn’t live without you and you laugh at me saying that you don’t care if I die or not. Then you disappear, and I’m standing in the bedroom alone. I walk into the hallway and see your body lying on the floor. Your body is covered in stab wounds and you are bleeding all over the floor. I rush to your side and you look at me with cold, lifeless eyes and say ‘You did this to me. How could you hurt someone you love?’ After that, I wake up.” Gwendel said with his head in his hands.

“I would never do any of that. I don’t want to leave you. You are the only one that has ever cared about me.” I said standing up. I fell back into the chair, but managed to stand back up. By the time I had accomplished this, Gwendel was standing. He walked over to my side of the table and slipped his hand around my waist.

“You should go back to bed.” He said leading me to the bedroom.

“Will you stay with me?” I asked shyly.

“Of course I will; I haven’t heard your story yet.” He said sitting me on the bed. He sat down next to me and I leaned my head on his shoulder. He reached behind me and slipped his hand around my waist. I started my story.

“I’m a werewolf. My parents found out what I was when I was only three. It was the night of a full moon and we were walking back to our house from a play, when the moon shone through the thick clouds of that night. I saw the moon and transformed on the spot. I howled at the moon and ran off into the woods. My parents found me on the front steps the next morning. They managed to keep our secret by locking me in the basement at night. My life went on like this for the next five years. It all ended one night when my parents were fighting. I was angry at both of them and wanted them to stop fighting. They both said they hated me for being a monster. I was so sad and angry that I transformed and killed them both. I woke up the next morning lying in a pool of their blood. I cleaned up and packed a bag full of things I thought I would need, and then I just left. I went from town to town. I never stayed in a town for more than a month because every full moon I would transform and someone would see me. I always had to leave the next morning, or stay and be killed. That’s why I was caught in your trap when you found me. I had left a town and was looking for something to eat. I also got the head injury from them. A group of kids threw rocks at me as I left the town.”

“I forgot all about your head wound. Does it still hurt?” Gwendel asked in a panic.

“No, it healed a day or two after I got it. This will even be gone in a few days.” I said reaching around and touching my shoulder. It was really tender and I jumped from the sudden shock of pain that went through my back from it.

“Are you alright? You should lie down and get some sleep.” He said standing up.

“I’ll go to sleep if you stay here with me. Maybe you’ll be able to sleep now, after telling me about your nightmare.” I said lying down and patting the bed. He sat down and stroked my hair. His shaggy brown hair was covering his face and I couldn’t see his expression. I didn’t notice that he was crying until I felt a tear fall on my hand.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I asked sitting up.

“I don’t think I can do that without hurting you. It’s been so hard for me to control myself this whole time. I don’t think I can even sleep in the same room as you without hurting you.” He said between sobs.

I leaned up to him and hugged him saying,” It’s alright. If you don’t want to stay in here with me that’s fine, but as soon as I get better you better be ready fuck me like crazy.”

He pulled back in shock at my words, but he had a huge smile on his face. He bent down and kissed my forehead. I reached up and brought his face down to mine. I pulled his lips into mine for a long kiss, but he pulled away after our lips barely touched.

“You seem to love testing my resolve.” He laughed as he walked towards the door.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. Your dark brown hair and forest green eyes are just so alluring to me.” I said blushing.

“That’s very nice of you, but you should go to sleep. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” Gwendel said as he shut the door. I pulled the covers up to my chin and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning and walked into the living room. Gwendel was sitting on the couch with a book in his hand. I came up behind him and covered his eyes.

“Guess who?” I asked cheerfully.

“If it’s any one besides my beloved boyfriend, I will be very angry.” He said turning around.

“It’s a good thing it’s me then.” I said leaning down and kissing him.

“How’s your shoulder, love?” He asked pulling away.

“I’m not sure. It doesn’t hurt that badly, but I don’t know for sure.” I said reaching around to try and touch my shoulder.

“Let me take a look at it.” He said standing up. He motioned for me to turn around and sit on the back of the couch. I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off of my boney shoulders. He genteelly unwrapped my bandages and dropped them to the floor. He ran his finger over my wound and my shoulder twitched.

“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.” He said taking his hand away.

“No, it’s alright. It didn’t really hurt, it was just a reaction.” I said turning around. He looked away from me.

“Your wound looks better, but it hasn’t completely healed yet.” He said walking around to my side of the couch. He grabbed my shirt off of the floor and handed it to me. He grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bathroom and got more bandages out of the cupboard. I leaned against the counter as sexily as I could, but he wouldn’t even look at me.

“Please stop doing that. I can’t focus when you do things like that.” He said grabbing my shoulders and standing me up.

“I’m sorry. I just want you so badly that I can’t stop myself.” I said looking at the floor. He lifted my head up and kissing my lips softly.

“I can understand how you feel, but you don’t see me showing off my body.” He said caressing my cheek.

“I would love to see that, but I was doing it so that you would forget about my shoulder and fuck me anyways.” I said standing up and moving close to him. His chest was warm against my bare skin. He pushed me back and turned around. I felt like I had just been dumped.

“If you don’t stop, I won’t even kiss you.” He said bowing his head.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad.” I said hugging him from behind. I buried my face in his back and tried to make him happier.

“I’m not mad; I just want you to get better.” He said turning around and hugging me close to him. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. I pulled back and turned around so that he could warp my wound. He hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. He slowly wound the bandages around my pale torso. After he was finished, he pushed me out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. He had me sit down in a chair at the table.

“What would you like to eat?” He asked walking over to a cupboard.

“If you were in my position, what would you want?” I asked innocently.

“I think you know exactly what I would say. I’ll make you some macaroni and cheese. Is that alright?” He said with a frown.

“That sounds delicious.” I answered happily. He smiled at me and began to cook my macaroni and cheese. I was watching him intently for a few minutes, but then my eyelids became very heavy and I laid my head down on the table. I closed my eyes and fell asleep right away.

I woke up later that night. I wasn’t in the kitchen anymore; Gwendel had moved me to the bed. I sat up and looked out the window. It looked to be about 7:30, but I couldn’t be sure because of the trees. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. I was feeling much better than I had been feeling since I had been stabbed. I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway. I didn’t want to wake Gwendel up if he was sleeping, but I had to see if he was alright. I tiptoed into the living room and found him sleeping on the couch with his book draped over his face. He looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to wake him up, but I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him. I climbed on the couch and knelt over him. I slowly lifted the book off of his face, making sure not to lose the page. I set the book on the back of the couch and bent down to kiss him. Our lips barely touched before I pulled back because I didn’t want to wake him up. His eyes fluttered open and I pulled away even farther.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked sitting up.

“I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss you. I’m sorry for waking you up; I’ll go back to bed.” I said climbing off of him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him.

“I’ve been trying to control myself for your sake, but you can take a hint, so I won’t even try anymore.” He said angrily.

“I’ve been trying to tell you that I want you, even if you are rough. I want my body to become yours because my heart already belongs to you.” I said leaning over to him and kissing his lips.

“What about your wound?” He said caressing my cheek.

“It’s almost healed. You don’t need to worry about it.” I said grabbing his hand.

“Alright, I won’t hold back then.” He said getting up. He grabbed me and carried me to the bedroom. He set me on the bed and removed his shirt. I fumbled with the buttons on mine, but he pushed my hands away and undid the buttons on his own. He bent down and kissed my chest softly. His large, warm hand slid down my stomach to the zipper on my pants. My body instinctively tensed up.

“Just relax, or it won’t feel as good.” He said sliding his other hand to my nipple and massaging it genteelly. I looked down at him and nodded. He continued to unzip my pants. He slid them down to my ankles. Then, he returned his hand to my waist and fondled my cock through my boxers. His hand slipped under the edge of my boxers and his warm hand wrapped around my cock. With each movement he made a shock ran through my body. My body became hot and my mind started spinning. My moans of passion echoed in my head as he slid my boxers down. I couldn’t believe that he was going so slowly after holding himself back for so long, but he managed to take his time, a little too much time.

“Uhn… Please go… Ahh… faster!” I cried in ecstasy. He smiled up at me and slid a finger into my ass. He wiggled it around and loosened me up. Gwendel slipped his finger out and moved his hand to the zipper on his pants. He slowly pulled it down to reveal his rigid cock. He nudged my hole, then slid it in.

“You’re so tight! It feels amazing!” He said between thrusts. His rhythmic thrusting sent waves of heat throughout my body. My stomach started to feel weird, but I didn’t want him to stop. The pressure inside of me was building up.

“My stomach feels weird.” I called out.

“It’s alright, it’s completely natural.” He laughed. My cock began to quiver. Suddenly white stuff squirted out of the tip of my cock.

“Uhn!” Gwendel moaned as the same white stuff squirted out of his cock. He pulled his cock out and sat on the bed.

“That was amazing!” I cried snuggling up to Gwendel.

“Noah, you should get washed up so that you can eat something.” He said with a smile.

“Will you make me some macaroni and cheese?” I asked sitting up.

“I would be delighted.” He said standing up. He grabbed my hand and helped me up. I walked to the bathroom and cleaned up before walking to the kitchen to eat lunch. We magically lived happily ever after, the werewolf and the hunter.

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