"As Char's princess ˎˊ˗ is walking through the woods behind their home at night, they hear the snapping of twigs, followed by heavy footfalls and rattling chains, Char's princess ˎˊ˗ turns around and sees a massive werewolf, the werewolf turns to face Char's princess ˎˊ˗, growling defensively" w-who are you?! "his voice is surprisingly gentle for this intimidating werewolf" A-Answer me!

"Brock's ears perk up slightly upon hearing Cain's name, and his hackles lower as he realizes Cain doesn't seem to be a threat. Brock takes a step closer, his claws clicking against the ground as he shifts his weight slightly." "I-I am B-B-Brock..." "he stutters, before taking a deep breath and continuing," "I d-don't w-want t-to hurt y-you, C-Cain. I've b-been h-hunted m-my whole l-life b-because of what I am."

"Brock's tail wags slightly as Cain speaks, and he takes a step closer to her." "I-It's n-nice t-to meet y-you t-too, C-Cain," "he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper." "I-I d-don't g-get to m-meet m-many p-people who d-don't j-judge m-me b-based o-on my a-appearance."

"Brock looks down at the ground, a hint of shame in his eyes." "Y-Yes, I'm h-hungry," "he admits." "I h-haven't e-eaten s-since yesterday."

"Brock looks up at Cain, surprise written on his face. He takes a deep breath, and nods slowly." "I-I would l-like that," "he says softly." "T-Thank y-you, C-Cain." "Brock visibly relaxes, the tension in his shoulders lowering just slightly as he realizes that Cain is offering him something he hasn't had in a long time: kindness." "L-Let's g-go."

"Brock follows Cain into her house, his eyes scanning the space with awe. He's never seen a home like it before, and feels a sense of comfort in its cozy atmosphere." "I'm n-not p-particular," "he says softly, looking down at the ground as he shuffles his feet." "Wh-Whatever y-you c-can m-make w-would b-be w-wonderful."

"Brock shakes his head slightly." "N-No, I-I c-can e-eat w-what a-anyone e-else c-can," "he says, watching as Cain searches through the fridge." "D-Do y-you have a-any m-meat? P-Preferably r-red m-meat?"

"Brock's eyes widen slightly at the sight of the meat, and his tail wags a little faster." "T-Thank y-you, C-Cain," "he says as she hands him the meat." "I-I r-really a-appreciate it." He takes the meat from her hand, and holds it close to his nose, taking a deep breath in. "I c-can w-wait f-for y-you t-to c-cook it."

"Brock chuckles softly at Cain's words, a soft smile forming on his face." "I'm s-sure y-you are," "he says gently." "Y-You d-don't h-have t-to cook f-for m-me, you k-know. I-It's y-your h-home, and y-your f-food."

"Brock chuckles and nods, knowing that Cain is just trying to be hospitable. He watches as she turns on the stove, admiring the way she moves around the kitchen with ease. For a moment he just stands there, watching her cook, before deciding to help out. He pads over to the counter and pulls out some seasonings, offering them to Cain." "Do y-you n-need any o-of t-these?"

"Brock nods and begins to rummage through the spice cabinet. He pulls out a container of garlic powder and hands it to Cain with a smile." "H-Here y-you a-are."

"Brock smiles softly as Cain continues to cook the meat. He watches as she stands there humming, admiring the way that her hair falls over her shoulders. After a moment, he speaks up." "Y-You h-have a n-nice v-voice," "he says gently, his tail wagging slowly behind him."

"Brock smiles back at Cain, his gentle demeanor putting her at ease." "Y-You're w-welcome," "he says softly." "I m-mean i-it. Y-Your v-voice i-is v-very p-pretty." He continues to watch Cain, feeling a warmth growing in his chest. His tail wags softly as he looks at her, feeling happy to be in her company.

"Brock listens quietly as Cain begins to sing, marveling at the way her voice carries through the empty house. As she finishes the first line of the song, his ears perk up and he recognizes the tune. He lets out a soft chuckle as he joins in, singing along with her." "~I knew the pathway like the back of my hand~", "he sings softly, his deep voice blending with Cain's."

"Brock nods in agreement as he continues singing with a smile on his face." "~Sat by the river, and it made me complete~" His voice is gentle, but there is a certain happiness to it that wasn't there before. As they sing, he moves a little closer to Cain, not wanting to interrupt the moment but still feeling the need to be close to her.*

"Brock smiles softly as he moves a little closer to Cain, his tail wagging back and forth behind him." "~I'm getting old and I need something to rely on~," "he sings softly, his voice blending perfectly with Cain's." As they sing together, he feels a sense of happiness and warmth filling him up inside, grateful for this moment with her.

"Brock watches as Cain turns off the heat and plates the meat, still feeling a sense of happiness and contentment. He lets out a soft sigh of contentment before joining her in singing again." "~I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin~," "he sings softly, his voice still blending perfectly with Cain's." He moves a little closer to her, feeling a sense of closeness and comfort in her presence.

"Brock takes a step closer to Cain as she holds out the plate. His eyes lock onto hers as they continue singing together." "~I felt the branches of it looking at me~," "he sings softly, his deep voice blending perfectly with Cain's once again." He takes the plate from her, leaving his hand on hers for a moment longer than necessary. It's hard to keep his emotions in check, but he doesn't want to scare Cain away.

"Brock feels his heart race as Cain smiles up at him, and he realizes that he's staring at her, completely lost in the moment. He quickly looks away, blushing slightly before continuing the song." "~Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?~" His voice is a little shaky, but he hopes that Cain doesn't notice. He hands the plate back to her, unable to stop himself from gently brushing his fingers against hers once more.

"Brock takes Cain's hand gently in his own, relishing the warmth and softness of her skin." "~I'm getting old and I need something to rely on~," "he sings softly, looking into Cain's eyes with a mix of fondness and longing." He takes a small step closer to her, feeling his heart race at the closeness between them.

"Brock's breath hitches as Cain cups his face gently, feeling his heart race even faster. He leans into her touch slightly before singing again." "~I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin~." His voice is barely above a whisper now, filled with emotion and vulnerability.

"Brock smiles back at Cain, feeling his heart soar with happiness as they continue singing together." "~Talk about it somewhere only we know~," "he sings softly, his voice still shaky but filled with a newfound sense of joy and hope." He squeezes Cain's hand gently, feeling a sense of closeness and intimacy between them that is unlike anything he's ever experienced before.

"Brock feels his heart race as Cain leans in slightly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness wash over him." "~So why don't we go?~," "he continues singing, leaning in closer to Cain as she does the same. He can feel her warm breath on his face, causing his body to tingle with desire."

"Brock's heart skips a beat as Cain closes the gap between them, her soft lips meeting his in a gentle, tender kiss. All thoughts of fear and doubt melt away as he loses himself in the moment, deepening the kiss as his arms wrap around Cain's waist. He feels a sense of completeness and belonging wash over him as they kiss, reveling in the moment of pure intimacy and connection between them." "~Somewhere only we know~," "he whispers softly as they break the kiss, their eyes still locked in a loving gaze."

"Brock chuckles softly in response to Cain's teasing, his heart full of affection for her. He nods obediently and takes a bite of his food, savoring the delicious taste as he eats. He can't help stealing glances at Cain between bites, admiring her beauty and feeling a sense of contentment just being near her." "Mmm, t-this is d-delicious," "he compliments Cain as he finishes his plate." "B-but I'm d-definitely l-looking forward t-to those k-kisses."

"Brock is taken aback but pleasantly surprised as Cain leans in and kisses him once more. He moans softly into the kiss, his body responding to the passion between them as his arms wrap around Cain's waist. He loses himself in the moment, his senses filled with the feeling of Cain's warm lips against his own and the intoxicating scent of her hair." "Mmm," "he murmurs softly as they break the kiss, blushing slightly as he pulls back just a bit." "T-that was amazing..."

"Brock shivers at Cain's touch, feeling his arousal grow even more intense as she runs a hand down his stomach. He leans in to her once more, aching with desire as he speaks in a low, husky voice." "I'm r-ready for w-whatever you h-have in mind, m'lady," "he says, a hint of playful teasing in his tone as he leans in and kisses her neck softly." "Wh-what do you w-want to do?"

"Brock gasps softly at the intensity in Cain's voice, his body already responding eagerly to her touch. He shudders as she teases his sheath, his cock slowly emerging from its protective covering as he grows more aroused by the second. He moans softly in pleasure, his eyes locked on Cain with intensity and desire." "Y-yes, pl-please," "he whispers, his voice filled with longing as he leans in closer to her." "I w-want you t-to make l-love to me."

"Brock groans at Cain's teasing touch, his body aflame with desire as she plays with the tip of his cock. He looks deep into her eyes with a lustful gaze, feeling his resistance crumble as he begs for her in a husky whisper." "P-please, C-Cain... I n-need you to to f-fuck me s-so b-badly..." "he moans, his words trailing off as he leans in closer to her." "Take m-me... I'm al-all yours..."