Auror Part 2

The days passed, and through them, Ann and I mated like mad, even knowing that we wouldn’t have a pup this winter, as the angelic elder had prophesied for the next cycle. Despite this, we didn’t stop; our bodies yearned for each other, and I rode her until exhaustion.
When the heat peaks arrived, we didn’t care where we were; we surrendered to the madness and the burning passion. Ann showed me positions and ways to mount her. I love her mouth on me, as she sucks my member as deeply as possible and her hands massage every inch, never neglecting it.
Our bodies need to be close; it’s a necessity we both share. We went through the first month and entered the second, when we were hit by a snowstorm so intense it covered the windows with so much snow, isolating us completely. The lower part of the house was entirely shut off by the snow, which made me more at ease, as it would prevent any animal or exiled, stray feral from appearing and surprising us.
We entered the third month with the same intensity as the previous two. We no longer needed words; Ann and I understood each other with just a look. We knew what the other yearned for just that way. The bond was so strong that we didn’t need to share thoughts to understand each other.
“I’m going to make popcorn.” She jumps off the sofa where she’s watching a series I’m not paying attention to because I’m reading an old feral magic book. I wrinkle my nose at what she says, as I don’t like the smell of melted butter on those tiny salt-coated styrofoam balls that stick to your teeth and cause agony.
“How can you eat that?” I probe, knowing it will annoy her.
“Popcorn is the eighth wonder of the world—the flavor, the crunchiness, how it goes with everything.” I make a face, sticking my tongue out to show my disdain for this human delicacy.
“Don’t wrinkle your nose. I’ll kiss it after I eat.”
“I like that part,” I say, trying to control my arousal, which is already eager to come out. It’s not even been half an hour since we mated like crazy.
“You’re such a pervert.”
“I know you like it.”
“I won’t deny it. I’m a horny vixen who can’t handle your touch.” I smile, shaking my head as I watch her leave, wearing a large t-shirt from some band I don’t know and which she claims is one of the best in the world.
Ann always wears tiny lace panties that wedge into her large, round butt. I understand why humans get excited about this; it’s quite a sight. Her white skin, thick thighs, and narrow waist make her body look like an hourglass, always making me want to touch her.
I connect with her the moment she goes through the door, watching through her eyes as she prepares the terrible treat. She dances and sings a song I’ve never heard, smiling and moving her body while the popcorn pops in the hot pan. Ann raises her arms, shaking her butt, which is on display.
She melts butter in the microwave and soon has her favorite warm, buttered popcorn ready. My companion salts them, making them buttery.
I hear a noise and end the connection. My ears swivel back and forth, searching for something, and the silence is more alarming than the noise—it’s as if we’re being watched, putting me on high alert.
“What’s wrong, big guy?” Ann sits next to me with a bowl of popcorn and cans of soda.
“I thought I heard something.”
“It was definitely me banging the pan,” she says, taking a generous handful of popcorn.
“It might be, but I’m going outside to check.”
“Auror, there are tons of snow out there.”
“Yes, but the paths were cleared by me a few days ago. The doors are free of excess snow.”
“When did you do that?”
“A few nights ago while you were asleep.”
“Okay.” Her expression is surprised. “Just don’t take too long. I don’t want you out there in this cold.”
“Ann, I don’t feel cold.”
“Can I worry? Can I take care of you, or is it hard to understand that imagining anything happening to you is like getting punched in the stomach?”
“Sorry.” I kiss her forehead. “I understand how you feel because I feel the same. I won’t be long.”
“I’ll accompany you, even though I hate the taste of popcorn.”
“I’ll enjoy your company.”
I head toward the back door, with her moaning in delight over the popcorn she loves so much.

***

I step outside and feel the cold air hit me, with fine, small flakes of snow falling and a strong wind blowing. I extend my claws and unsheathe my fangs, prepared for whatever might come.
I walk out from the snow mound that hides me after locking the door behind me. I emerge into the open field where our house stands, feeling Ann shiver from the cold through our connection. She can feel the icy wind against my body.
"I'll make you warm, Ann."
"No, I can handle it."
"But I can’t bear to know that you're vulnerable, even inside the house. I’ll be back soon."
I don’t wait for her reply, closing the door to my mind to keep my companion safe and warm. I sniff the air as I walk, seeing nothing, no tracks marking the high, fluffy snow, but I don’t give up. I need to circle the entire house; it will take a while. Sniffing and occasionally jumping to move through the waist-high snow, I continue my inspection.
I stop at the front, where I can see all of Forty Mile covered in snow. The chimneys of the cabins are releasing smoke; my clan is safe, warm, and supplied for a few more days, just like Ann and I.
Searching for the cause of the noise that triggered my alert, I circle the house and soon find a fallen branch on the stacked logs used for firewood.
It must have been that. My patrol continues around the house. Snow accumulates on my head, and the wind seems to grow stronger. Even finding the cause of the noise doesn’t lessen my alertness. Ann thinks I’m paranoid, but I disagree; I’m just cautious. There is now something in my life that makes me think not just of myself but of her. I am immortal and I know it, but for Ann’s immortality cycle to happen, we need much more than just one cycle of mating. She is my vulnerable point because if she dies, I refuse to continue living, even if it means begging the Moon Goddess for death.