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Gabe and Anne quietly made their way to the barn. It was Sunday, so all the serfs were at the city for Leonalia, the monthly celebration for the gods. Anne had faked a mild fever and Gabe promised to work on the harvest. Anne giggled and shut the barn door behind them. She turned to the Panther, biting her lip. "I'm a virgin," she said under her breath. The mighty fur smiled and took Anne by the hand, leading her to the back of the barn. He had made a bed of straw for them. Anne giggled incessantly and kissed Gabe on the cheek. He looked at her. She might be a human, but she was beautiful none the less. Her ginger complexion was not common, and Gabe found it very attractive. They kissed. Anne put her hands on his strong, but slim chest and he put his arms around her. He laid her down and kissed her from her neck, down across her chest, to her waist. He pulled up her simple tunic and found himself staring at her virginal nethers. She was about to let out another girlish giggle but suddenly gasped as his leathery tongue assaulted her pussy. She grabbed a handful of straw and her toes curled. He slipped his tongue inside of her and her head fell back. A fire in her loins nearly exploded. All she wanted was for this fur to take her maidenhood away. "Gabe, please..." but he wasn't listening. His nose pressed up against her clit, causing her cry out. She grabbed a tuff of his hair and forced him against her sex. Gabe licked her furiously, while kicking off his trousers. He felt his member growing and he reached down and stroked himself. "Gabe, please, I beg you." He stopped, leaving her feel very cold momentarily before he brought himself up. Her eyes widened, looking at his shaft. "I didn't think they were that big..." Gabe grabbed Anne's hips and flipped her on her stomach. She instinctively stuck her very shapely ass in the air, presenting a small triangular target for his manhood. He leaned over her and pushed himself inside. Anne felt herself resisting and cursed the gods as he painfully sunk all the way inside of her. Anne was by no means comfortable, but there was something intriguing about this feeling of being pierced. Faint pain in her loins persisted as he began to rock back and forth, grunting. His hands rested on the small of her back, pulling her into his thrust while his hips pushed out. "I love you Anne" "This Kingdom you rule, I've never seen anything like it before." "Then you have seen little of this world." A white carriage rolled along the main street of Leo, the Capital of Animalius. Crowds flooded the street, trying to get a look at their future queen. Was it true she wasn't even a fur? Why would their proud king take a Human queen? He might as well marry a street cleaner. Inside the carriage, the King Hadrian looked at his fiancé lovingly. Her smooth, pale skin and bright red hair was something that could excuse her lack of body fur. The arrogant lion stroked his paw through his luxurious main. "We will travel across the country. I want all my subjects to be able to see my new bride." Anne blushed a shade not dissimilar to her fiery, long hair. She looked away, too shy to accept yet another gift or privilege. The very dress she wore, deep purple, silk, made especially for her, was just one of many wedding gifts she had received since the morning. "I apologize, your majesty. I've never dreamed of being so...rich!" She gushed. Anne was nothing but a simple country girl when she first caught the eye of King Hadrian. She was the daughter of a serf with no other aspirations other than marrying a son of another serf and bearing him many children, all the while living a hard life on some Fur's land. But when a messenger came, requesting that Anne be given by her father to The King Hadrian, the Hadrian, there was nothing to say but "yes". "My sweet Anne, you may call me Hadrian. I don't care for all that royal nomenclature coming from my own bride-to-be!" He laughed mightily. Anne tried to chuckle, hoping she would be able to break her habit of lowliness around Furs, much less the King himself! "Sir, we have arrived at Citadel." The ursine carriage driver called from the driver's seat. The carriage had indeed stopped and there was a sudden hush to the city. Hadrian took a long look at his fiancé, drinking in her virginal beauty. He then stepped out of the carriage to a thunderous applause. He might not be the most well liked king in recent memory, but any royal event was cause to celebrate. King Hadrian was forced to put down a populous revolt in his north country early in his rule and he had never been quite as beloved since. His brutal battlefield decorum was the stuff of scary stories told to misbehaving cubs, but today he could expect nothing but congratulations from his people. After a second of appreciating the attention, King Hadrian stepped to the side and took his beloved's hand. She stepped out into the public for the first time. While the applause didn't cease, it was notable less enthusiastic. Anne certainly caught on. The crowd was comprised of mostly Furs, maybe the occasional Skin dressed as the servant. The Royal Guard took to the king's flanks, brandishing muskets in their hands and sabres on their sides. They walked together through the crowd to the ornate and massive gate of the Citadel. Anne looked up to Hadrian. She couldn't have been more than 5 foot 5 inches tall, but her husband-to-be could surely be 6' 10". The Citadel was second only to the Royal Manor in terms of size, but was easily twice as important. It certainly was universally seen as the place to come and commune with ancestors, ask the gods for favor, meditate, or meet and discuss politics. A temple and forum combined into one beautiful building. Inside, Hadrian and Anne were lead to the Maritus Horto, the Marriage Garden, for their imminent and intimate ceremony. The room certainly lived up to its name. Flowers, trees, grass, herbs, and small fauna engrossed the senses with nothing but a feeling of peace. The actual architecture of the building was only seen above the trees before giving way to the open ceiling which brought in the clear blue day. The escorting guards stopped at the entrance. King Hadrian walked Anne on to the grass that made the floor of the Maritus Horto. Populating the room were the wedding guests. Nobles, judges, governors, generals, and druids. Mostly lions, all cats except a single gorilla visible in the back of the crowd, looking very neutral compared to the smiling faces of everybody else. In the very front, sticking out like a sour thumb was Anne's family. Her Father, mother, kid brother and kid sister had all managed to make it to the city to see their daughter's most wondrous day. They waved timidly and Anne returned a smile. The guests were split down the middle, leading the path to the High Druid in the center. His back was turned to the happy couple as they made their way to a stone circle between them. Hadrian took to a knee and Anne followed suit, worried about her wedding dress. Anne listened to the quiet chanting of the druid. The wolf's tail swished side to side hypnotically. Anne glanced at her fiancé, who was looking back out of the corner of his eye. Hadrian smiled. Anne smiled back. How could she not love such a strong man, even if he wasn't the same man she might have seen herself with months earlier. Anne crossed her feet under her bottom. She was not wearing any footwear. It was seen as very gaudy by the fashionable furs to wear shoes, so she chose not to wear any in order to look her best for Hadrian. She now regretted that decision. They were sitting in the shade of the trees in the garden and the clear day left the room very cool. The druid turned around and the guests formed a circle around the bride and groom. The druid spoke in an unintelligible language, seemingly telling some great story based on his body language. Hadrian whispered to Anne. "He's speaking of the mythology behind this ceremony. When he points at you, all you have to say is ‘I do'." Anne nodded. She was watching the druid with great interest. She couldn't understand the words, but his physicality was captivating. After a very long story, the druid pointed to King Hadrian, who let out a mighty roar, giving Anne goosebumps. The druid turned and pointed a finger at Anne. Anne was still looking at Hadrian, but snapped back to the druid. "I do!" she said, half startled. The guests all collectively roared. Anne's parents were caught off guard, but started cheering. None had seen such an unprecedented wedding. No fur king has ever taken a skin queen. It wasn't shameful or illegal, just highly unusual. It wasn't an excuse to not be happy for the wedding of the king himself. The wolf-druid took the newly wed's hands and raised them to their feet and placed each hand in the others. Anne and Hadrian looked lovingly into each other's eyes. "I love you, my queen." "I love you too, my king." After the ceremony and following reception Anne was finally escorted to the Royal Manor by her husband. She had stayed the previous night here in preparation for this day, but now she was welcomed back as a queen. The servants, mostly skins, applauded her arrival upon reaching the Manor's atrium. "Thank you all," Anne said, chocked up, "I don't know what to say, I just feel like the luckiest human on earth." "It's not every day that a human can marry a king," Replied Hadrian, then whispering into her ear, "or be invited to the king's bed chamber." Before Anne could even blush she was whisked off her feet and into the strong embrace of her husband. They walked through the crowed and up to his chambers. The servants chuckled behind them and went about their evening chores. Anne couldn't believe how massive a bedroom could be. "I don't believe even my home was the size of your bed itself!" "My queen, this is your new home." Anne smiled and for the first time they shared a kiss. Hadrian laid her down on his bed then stepped away. Anne propped herself on her elbows to watch him. The lion had a hungry look in his eyes. He slowly began to undo his regal vestments, letting his shirt fall to the ground. Anne couldn't help but gasp at how well defined his muscles were. Hadrian crawled on to the bed and hovered above Anne. He was about to say something before Anne placed a figure on his muzzle, shaking her head slowly. Anne pulled her husband to her and kissed him passionately, running her hands through his fur, across his rippling muscles. Hadrian ran his hands along her fine dress down to her thigh, massaging it. His other hand slid around to her chest and tenderly kneaded her breast through her dress. Anne pressed against the touch and moaned lightly into Hadrian's mouth. Anne broke off the kiss. She gazed lustfully into her husband's eyes then pulled her dress over her head and pushing it off the bed. She was covered only by a small loincloth. Every other inch of her soft, supple skin was exposed to her mate's eyes. Anne placed a hand on Hadrian's chest, feeling his powerful pectorals. Her hands glided down across his abs to his regal trousers. She tugged on them and bit her lip. Hadrian smiled and pulled his pants down. Anne gasped at the manhood he wielded. Its very sight heated her loins. Hadrian half chuckled and pulled his wife's last bit of clothing off. Only a small wisp of red hair decorated her small pussy. He licked his figure and ran it along her slit, causing her to buck and gasp. "My lord-"she was silenced by his figure against her lips. She licked it, tasting herself. She murred and spread her inviting legs wide. Hadrian took his member and guided it against her folds. She unintentionally resisted. He pressed harder, finally sinking inside of her. Anne let out a long, low moan, feeling herself filled in a way she had never been filled before. Hadrian's eyes were shut tight, drinking in the warmth of this woman. He had never made love to a skin before, but her complete nakedness was something to behold. Hadrian started moving, pulling back, then sinking in, taking an agonizingly long time for Anne, who couldn't think of anything but the power now inside of her. She moaned out his name and dug her nails into his thick fur. Slowly Hadrian picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her, letting the pistons in his hips build strength. Anne returned the thrusts as best as she could, already losing her mind to orgasm. "My husband! I'm going to cum" Her milky globes bounced with every forceful thrust. Hadrian gazed at them while pounding his hips against hers. Suddenly, his wife gave a high pitched, yet soft long moan. Her nether's clenched around his throbbing cock, causing her wetness to slide down his balls and drip onto the sheets below them. Her look of ecstasy was too much for him and he joined her orgasm. His royal seed sprayed into her fresh womb. Anne's eyes shot open, feeling spurt after spurt of hotness splash against her insides. The king let out a triumphant roar. Hadrian wanted the entire kingdom to know. To know that he had made a woman out his queen.