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On A Silent Night

By Mantrid Brizon

(12/25/2019)

Standing at the window, the young woman watches the falling snow. The beautiful specks glint in the early afternoon sunlight, causing the world outside to shimmer. It's a white gold paradise, but the cold of the wind makes her shudder. Turning toward the door, she watches as her boyfriend enters from outside. He rushes through the door, stopping just beyond it, before the tiles morph into carpeting. His boots are caked in the virgin powder that falls from the sky. Setting down the plastic grocery bags, he looks toward his beloved, a smile forming on his lips.

At a modest five-feet and four-inches-tall, she's a slender creature, with full, B-cup breasts, and weighing roughly one-hundred and fifteen pounds. The female Voeldahn's unique markings make her unmistakable. Her petite frame is covered in medium-length fur, which is light brown in color and extremely soft. A chest tuft of cream-colored fur pokes so cutely out of her ruby top. Black fur covers her rounded, feline ears, as well as her hands to the wrists, and feet to her ankles. Her long, slender tail is black as well, capped with a tip of cream.

Adorning her back and shoulders are horizontal stripes, like a tiger's, and within her rounded ears are little tufts of white fur. Long and wavy locks of ebony hair, with bangs cut short, frame her face and her short, rounded, feline snout. Her ebony eyes, the darkest shade of brown that he's ever seen, stare at him with a warmth that makes the chill of the winter wind feel like a summer breeze. She flutters her long eyelashes so innocently as their eyes lock.

"Are you done yet, darling?"

"Almost, babe." He replies. "Just a few more bags."

"You know, you really didn't need to do this for me."

"I know, but I wanted to. I'm not going to let you risk being snowed in without adequate supplies! Besides, this is our time together, and I don't want us to run out of anything today."

"You're so sweet." She speaks softly.

Flashing her a warm smile, he returns outside, trying to move faster than the slowly piling snow. Watching him once more through the window, her eyes follow her boyfriend as he works. At five-feet and eight-inches-tall, the solid gray Voeldahn is feline in appearance. His long, thick tail sways as he leans into the trunk of his car, retrieving more packages. She admires the deep purple stripes that he dyes into his fur with regularity, which cover his outer arms and legs, sides, chest, tail, and even his back and the back of his neck.

This is not uncommon, as many a Voeldahn dyes their fur in order to make them more unique. She hasn't, only because her patterns are already strange enough, and she fears damaging her fur. Unlike many of their race, however, he keeps his hair cut extremely short, revealing the animalesque features of his head. Most would rather wear their hair like the humans who live amongst them. Pausing as he struggles with a half dozen grocery bags on an arm, he turns his eyes toward her. He wears vivid purple contact lenses.

Seeing his girlfriend in the window, he flashes a smile and waves with his free hand. She waves back. His form-fitting, digitigrade boots crunch the show as the average-built male struggles with the heavy bags and a large case of Coca Cola. Once more he dashes into the walkway beyond the front door, only to return to the car for the last of the supplies. Closing the trunk and making sure that his car is locked, her boyfriend is quick to return to the house, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Man, it's cold out there!" He exclaims, taking off his coat.

"Y-you know, the storm's only going to get worse."

"I know." He says, slipping off his snow-covered boots.

"I just don't want to inconvenience you."

"Babe..." He turns to her, stepping onto the soft carpet with his pawlike feet. "You're never an inconvenience."

"But what about your work?" She sheepishly asks.

"I'm not going to mess up our Christmas together for a paycheck. You're worth more than that to me."

Reaching out and softly stroking her cheek with his clawed hands, his black nails slowly rake her fur. She closes her eyes, nuzzling into his hand before resting her own hand over his, giving him a soft squeeze.

"You're so sweet."

"Only to you." He smiles.

"It's not like we haven't already spent the day together, though."

"I know. We might be having our Christmas a day early, but we still need to have it." He chuckles. "And watching a Christmas movie isn't quite enough for me."

A smile forms on her lips, curling around her snout. Stepping closer, she slips her arms around his waist and rests her head on his shoulder, giving him a little squeeze.

"I just worry about you." She murmurs.

"Don't. I'll tell you what; we can exchange presents, snuggle, and have dinner first, and then, if it's really bad out, we can call it. How's that sound?"

"How is that different from what you're already planning?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Is it?!" He feigns ignorance, holding her tightly in his arms.

Slipping an arm around her slender waist, he leans in and gives her a tender kiss on the cheek, nuzzling her affectionately. She savors every moment, her lithe tail swishing gracefully behind her. As the snow falls beyond her living room window, the young woman sits in her comfy sofa. Beside the sofa, a few feet away, is a wood-burning fireplace, one of the few on the block. A log crackles as her boyfriend retrieves a wrapped gift from beneath the decorated tree, one that he'd placed for her weeks earlier. Her lips are curled into a perpetual smile as he returns with the package.

"Here, babe!" He chirps, sitting beside her. "Open this one first!"

She gleefully unwraps the box, which is covered in her boyfriend's trademark, glossy, black paper, and tied so carefully with a purple, cloth ribbon. The young woman opens the box and finds herself looking at a most beautiful dress of black and red fabric. With wide eyes, she coos, admiring the form-fitting outfit. Leaning over, she promptly kisses him. Not to be outdone, she removes herself from the sofa and retrieves her own box, presenting it to her partner. He opens the package, finding a new motorcycle jacket inside.

He hugs and kisses her in thanks, nuzzling her face and neck. Gift after gift, they shower each other. He adorns her with cute clothes, perfumes, and collections of her favorite shows and games. She reciprocates with masculine garments for his costume collection, accessories for his collection of firearms, and an early printing from his favorite author, in nearly mint condition. Finally, they arrive at the last box. Opening the package, he's stunned to see a pair of goblets. Ornately designed, they're made of stainless steel, with a golden coloration.

"Oh, babe. These are so nice." He speaks softly, in awe of their beauty.

"Look at the base." She says.

Bringing them closer and narrowing his amethyst eyes, he examines the cups. A series of engraved letters encircles the stems.

"May our love adorn our lives, as these adorn our shelves."

He lets out a silent chuckle as he reads. How does she always manage to be so amusingly cute? Or is it cutely amusing? In any case, he appreciates every effort she makes for him, and does his best to endear himself to her.

"Thanks, babe. They're perfect. Just like you." He says, holding her close.

"Aww! ... You're such a sweet liar." She giggles.

"I tell no such lies, Precious."

After exchanging the last of the presents, they clean up her living room, before joining each other in the kitchen. They finish preparing their dinner; he makes the finishing touches, keeping an eye on the turkey, while she sets the table and watches her partner. With their meal ready, they set out a dinner for two. It's as close to a family gathering as either can have. The young woman moved away from her mother and sister, who remain behind in Texas. She'd done so in order to be closer to him, a choice she made of her own volition. He, on the other hand, moved away from his home state and family for his work.

The couple only have each other, and they know it. They'd considered moving in together, something that her boyfriend had suggested numerous times, but she always refused. She's an old-fashioned woman, and they aren't married yet, if they're even going to be. Pulling out her chair, he makes her comfortable before joining her, sitting across from the young woman. Reaching out her clawed hands, he takes hold. With heads bowed, the pair say a simple Grace before beginning their meal.

"This is nice." She speaks softly, starring at her plate.

"Isn't it always?" He asks.

"It is, but... This is nicer. I just wish..." She sighs.

He pauses, holding his utensils as he stares intently at her with a softened brow and saddened eyes.

"I know that work really wants you there, but... The day after Christmas?!"

"I know, but since when did any company care about sentiment?"

"I just love our time together." She murmurs.

"... You sound like you want me to stay." He smugly grins.

"You know the rules." She swiftly retorts, her smile widening. "And that's far too tempting."

Reaching across the table, he motions with his fingers. She takes his hand, and the couple stare into each other's eyes. They don't speak another word. They don't need to. Ending their conversation, they eat their meal, sharing little banter as if it were any other dinner. After finishing, they stand side by side, cleaning off the plates and silverware at the sink, before drying them and putting them in their rightful place. Returning to the living room, they sit atop the sofa and snuggle, watching the fire and enjoying each other's company.

Soon, however, the sky begins to darken. It won't be long before it's night, and the snowfall hasn't ceased yet. As the fire begins to die, the young woman rises to her pawlike feet, walking across the soft carpet and peering outside. To her horror, the snowfall is nearly a foot deep. Roughly ten inches of snow blankets his car, which was clean when he'd parked it. The street before her house isn't even plowed. She knows that he needs to leave, but worry overcomes her. She glances back as he sets much of his presents in a pile, leaving them behind.

"I'll pick these up when I get back into town." He remarks, slipping on his boots.

"Please, be careful, darling." She says with a whimper.

"Yeah." He nods, his smile fading as he puts on his coat. "I'll be fine. You know I'm coming back to you, babe. I always do, and I always will."

"I wish you didn't have to go now..."

"Me too." He sighs.

"You should've left earlier."

"I wanted to stay though! We need our time together." He assures her.

Reaching into his coat pocket, as if to warm his hands, his ears perk and his eyes widen.

"Oh! I nearly forgot something!"

"What's that?"

Removing his hands from his pockets, the young woman's boyfriend holds a small, wrapped box.

"I forgot one."

Her lips curl into a pleased grin, and her jaw begins to open, revealing her pearly whites. How he loves to adorn her with jewelry, and he always has such excellent taste. She reaches out a hand to take the gift.

"Before you open it, I want you to know something..."

He hesitates to speak, staring at the gift so intently.

"Yeah? You know you can tell me anything, darling." She tries to coax it out of him.

"This one is... It's very special to me. It belonged to my grandmother."

Her eyes widen. The essence of the package transforms. No longer is it a boyfriend's affection molded into metal. This is something else, something far more tangible, far more long-lasting, and far more meaningful. It causes her bottom lip to quiver as she imagines what he could be giving her, and she has an idea. Unwrapping the present, she finds herself looking at a red velvet ring box. Her trembling fingers lift the lid, finding a golden band with two small rubies inset. The band is smooth, except for a decorative design encircling the rubies. It's elegant in its simplicity.

"D-d-does th-this..." She pauses to take a breath. "Does this mean-"

"Yes." He rests his hands on her hips, stepping closer.

Turning her eyes up, to meet his, they share a long and loving gaze. She sniffles, and a joyful tear runs down her cheek, startling him.

"Oh, babe! I'm sorry!" He wipes her tear away with his thumb.

"Don't be." She says, grabbing his hand and nuzzling into his palm. "I'm not upset. I just... I didn't see this coming."

"Oh. Well, surprise."

"Yes. Yes, I will." She finally answers.

The couple embrace, holding each other tightly as they increase their status from merely boyfriend and girlfriend, to fiancées. He strokes her back and nuzzles her neck, giving her a soft kiss.

"I'm so glad I have you. You're so good to me." She speaks with a quivering voice.

"You're good to me!" He exclaims. "Before we met, you know how my life was. I spent _years_looking for exactly what we have."

"I know." She murmurs.

"Now that I have it, I never want to let go. You're the only one who's real. You're my whole world, baby." He adds, giving her waist a little squeeze.

Leaning in, she rests her head on his shoulder. Their relationship is something of an odd one, and at first, it bothered her. Her boyfriend is so experienced, with a long list of previous lovers, and sordid tales for most of them. He regrets many of them, having been misled or outright abused by women who only wanted to enjoy his sexual prowess and considerable endowment. To her knowledge, he's had as many women as fingers and toes, and some were exceptionally deviant. A few of his past lovers were even married, entangling him into awkward and bizarre scenarios that lasted many, many months.

In fact, she knows at least three women who've borne his children, including one who was married to another man, a man who often watched her boyfriend with his wife. There may even be more of his children roaming about, though he has no contact with or knowledge of them, nor is his name on a single birth certificate. In stark contrast, the young woman has nearly no experience. Well into her twenties, and she's never felt a man inside of her before. It was a shock when he began to share his past, but the pain in his eyes and in his heart was evident; he didn't enjoy how women targeted him for their pleasure.

The fact that he didn't always have the strength to reject them was a testament to his shortcomings, all of which he wanted to resolve. Her doubts in him were considerable, but his honesty, integrity, and willingness to improve himself have made a lasting impression. He's never once cheated on her or misused her, and when a past lover contacted him for a night of no-strings-attached sex, he rejected her and promptly changed his number, all without the young woman asking. He'd even submitted himself to testing for her, to prove that he was in good health, and the fact that he isn't a drunk or an addict is icing on the cake.

When she revealed her own convictions, asking to abstain until marriage, should they make it that far, he never complained or pressured her. He's been nothing but sweet, thoughtful, and protective, and he often provides for her, with little thought of himself. For over a year he's been as celibate as her, waiting patiently as they build their relationship on honesty, trust, and a thorough knowledge of each other. He's wormed his way into her heart, and the young woman can honestly say that she loves him, thoroughly and sincerely. Despite his past, she feels that he's worthy of her, and he's grateful for a chance at true happiness.

"I love you so much, it hurts." He says, holding her close and swaying gently from side to side.

"I love you, too, darling. When do you want to get married?"

"As soon as you're ready, babe. I'd rather you pick the when."

"Alright. How's the end of spring sound?"

"That sounds perfect." He says, before kissing her head.

After a long embrace, the couple finally let go. He heads for the door, taking the keys out of his pocket, while she slips on the engagement ring. It's a perfect fit. Then, suddenly, a sinking feeling envelops her. It shrouds her like a sinister mist, a fog of pure terror. Her mind flashes. She finds herself imagining all of the horrible things that could happen to her lover as he drives himself home, down the long and windy road and crossing the old bridge over Hughes Creek. Pushing the button on his remote starter, he peers out of the window.

"Wow! It's really coming down. I'll have to drive slow."

In her mind, she hears several strange sounds; crunching snow being plowed out of the way, before a horrendous smash a combined wood, metal and glass.

"I'll call you when I get home. I love you."

She doesn't respond, held hostage by her terror. She stands still, her eyes closed and a finger rubbing the engagement ring. He watches her; she seems overcome with emotion. After a moment, she never responds. Not wanting to overwhelm her, he quietly closes the front door as he heads outside to clean off his car. The latch clicks. Panic takes over, and the young woman snaps out of her trance. She races outside, her pawlike, digitigrade feet, uncovered by even the thinnest of socks, crushing the show beneath her.

"Wait!"

"Hm?" He turns back.

"Don't go! Please!"

"Babe! You're not wearing boots or a coat!" He dashes up to her, crunching the snow.

Throwing her arms around him, she shivers, but not from the cold. She cannot help but shake the feeling that something awful will happen to him if he leaves.

"You're shaking! Let's get you inside."

"Please, don't leave."

"Babe?"

"Call off. Tell them it's not safe and you can't go. Please..."

Pulling back, he looks into her eyes. Only now does he witness the fear. Concern shrouds him, and he wears it on his face. Normally, he wouldn't abandon his job, but she also never stands in his way; she knows that he needs to earn a living, and is willing to make the sacrifices necessary to facilitate that. This, however, is something that demands his immediate attention.

"Alright. I'll stay."

"Thank you." She pulls at him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Let's get you inside. It's cold out here."

He pushes a button on his remote, turning off his car as he leads her back into the house. Only when she steps onto the tile floor in the doorway does she finally feel the icy chill of the snow between her toes and buried beneath her toe-claws. Her fur is damp from snowfall, and it chills the slender woman to her very bones. Taking off his boots and coat, he ushers her toward the fireplace, sitting her on the faux fur rug lying before it. He stokes it with a bundle of leaves and twigs that are kept near the extra logs. With the fire strengthened, he tosses a few logs into it.

"I'll get you something warm to drink!"

As he races into the kitchen, she looks toward the window, seeing the snow as it begins to fall with more intensity; it almost appears as a fog. He'd likely just now be leaving, had she not said anything. Hearing cups and silverware clanking, she turns her head, focusing her attention on the archway that leads into her kitchen. Her lips curl into a little smile as he returns with a cup of hot chocolate, complete with tiny marshmallows and a spoon. How he dotes on her. She'd never had a boyfriend who cared so much.

Many of them only gave her a few weeks of this level of attention, two months if she was lucky. Upon realizing that she was serious in her convictions, and that she wasn't going to sleep with them until marriage, they'd leave her or turn cold. Some were cold from the start, treating her younger sister or childhood friends with more care than her. None matched his level of intensity, and none were able to maintain it for as long as he has. For more than a year he's been everything she could've ever hope for in a man, and in a few more months, she'll finally have the husband she'd always dreamt of having when she was a little girl.

"Here, babe." He kneels beside her on the fur rug.

"Thanks, darling."

"If you need anything else, let me know."

"Just you." She grins.

Leaning in, they share a kiss, their cold, feline noses pressing together. Sitting by the fire, the young woman drinks her hot chocolate. Eating a spoonful of marshmallows, she can hear her boyfriend in the next room as he leaves a message for his bosses.

"... and so, I'll be in when the weather's clear, probably in a couple of days. Sorry. Bye."

Ending the call, he steps into the living room, immediately smiling at her as she sits on the rug, watching him.

"... What?" She asks with the spoon in her mouth.

"You're just so damn cute."

"Hmm!" She hums with satisfaction, flushing beneath her fur.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asks, sitting down beside her.

"I ask myself the same thing."

They share a gaze, and he leans in, kissing her cheek so tenderly.

"I'm glad you're staying." She remarks.

"Me too. I just checked the weather; there's a surprise blizzard. Estimates are two feet of snow by midnight."

"Oh, no!"

"Yeah. I guess it's a good thing I went shopping for you."

"At least you're here, where it's safe." She smiles from cheek to cheek.

"And with you." He adds.

She feels herself flush. Lifting up the cup, she drinks the last of her hot chocolate. Her boyfriend chuckles.

"What?"

Leaning in, he gives her another kiss upon her lips, before nuzzling her face. Pulling away, a little mustache of chocolate covers his upper lip. Giggling, she sets the empty mug aside as he licks his lips. She does the same. Scooting closer, he slides an arm around her waist, turning to watch the fire. The young woman rests her head against his shoulder, causing him to squeeze her a little tighter. Seeing the snow as it falls just beyond her window, and feeling her husband-to-be as they sit before a fireplace on a faux fur rug, everything about this moment seems perfect.

Suddenly, she has an urge to nuzzle him. Her nose brushes the fur of his neck, then she gives him a kiss. Pulling back and turning, he responds. He kisses her cheek, over and over again, while slowly inching toward her mouth. He plants a passionate kiss on her lips, and she kisses back with even more intensity. She feels a warmth growing within her as his hands caress her sides. With his jaw opening, he slips her a bit of tongue, and the young woman eagerly accepts. They've done this a time or two before, but she's often held back, intent on avoiding temptation and staying true to her word.

Their muscles wrestle in their mouths, entwining around each other as they battle for dominance. She begins to lean back; he doesn't push her. Her clawed hands grip his purple shirt, and soon he finds himself leaning over her as she lay on the furry rug. Lying beside her, he slides his arms around her slender body, cuddling with his future wife. Kiss after passionate kiss, the young woman simply cannot stop herself. He's unlocked something within her, and the desire is overwhelming.

What's caused such a dramatic change? Is it the ring? Is it his commitment, which made him give her the ring? Is it the fact that he's staying with her for a night, for the first time in their relationship? Or maybe it was the fear of losing him forever to the storm? Whatever the reasons, it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that she finds herself feeling his body with her clawed hands. From his cheek to his neck, his neck to his check, and his chest to his groin. She rests a hand over his flaccid manhood, giving him a squeeze and rubbing him through his pants. He responds, placing a hand over one of her plump, B-cup breasts. She gasps and looks down at his hand.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, pulling it away. "I didn't mean to! I know you want to wait. If you want to just cuddle, we can do that."

With her hand still over his organ, she can feel the swelling in his endowment. He's clearly ready for more, and yet he's willing to deny himself. Somehow, this only makes her love for him grow stronger. Perhaps they've waited long enough? Perhaps she deserves to feel the bond? He's already given her the ring, and she already wears it proudly on her finger. Maybe that's good enough? Without saying another word, she rests her hand on his face, stroking his cheek. The engagement ring glints in the light of the fireplace. Once more, she kisses him, and again their tongues caress.

Pulling at him, he's forced to place a hand on the floor and over her shoulder for support. He looms over her as she beckons to him. Removing her hand from his swiftly stiffening manhood, she tugs at his belt, fiddling with the buckle before releasing it. She pulls out the top button and pushes down his zipper, all while staring deeply into his eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asks, a look of concern on his face.

"I'm sure." She nods.

"We don't have to. I know you want to wait." He reiterates.

"I know. I want to. It's been long enough, darling." She coos.

His lips curl into a little grin, though he seems somewhat worried. He takes a hand, sliding it down her side before sliding it right back up, but moving it beneath her shirt. The young woman trembles, feeling him stroking the soft fur of her body, his claws tickling her the whole way up. He pushes up her bra, grasping her feminine orb for the first time. She can't help but smile; he almost looks afraid as he fondles her. She continues, pushing down his black jeans and boxer briefs. A warmth brushes her hand, drawing her attention.

Her eyes widen as she stares at his endowment; in all this time, she's never seen it before. It's a large organ, with flesh as black as charcoal, like that on his palms and the nose on his face. Long, thick and perfectly proportioned, his girth is not quite the width of his scrotum, which is also considerable, and which hangs so enticingly betwixt his legs. She swiftly realizes why so many women would target him for their pleasure; he's not only handsome and charming, but his manhood looks like it was tailor-made to satisfy most women. Even the young woman, who often worried about feeling a large phallus penetrating her, finds herself lusting after her husband-to-be.

She reaches out her hand, stroking the tip with a finger at first, before firmly grasping him. She's startled by his radiant warmth and by his girth, which feels even bigger than it looks. He lifts her shirt, forcing her to lift her arms as he peels her out of her ruby red top and bra. Her feminine orbs are perfectly formed and all natural. Perky and plump, most women have to visit doctors to attain such a pleasant chest. Small nipples sit within a dot of bare flesh, uncovered by her soft and sweet-smelling fur. Leaning in, he smells her breasts before giving them a lick.

The young woman gasps, resting her hands on his shoulders as he licks and sucks on her nipples. His hands peel her out of her pants and panties, leaving her lying atop the rug, as naked as the day she was born. Removing his own pants and underwear and tossing them aside, he sits beside her. Her eyes stare at his manhood, which easily reaches past his bellybutton in his current position. A hand moves on its own, taking hold of his smooth, hot, and firm flesh, stroking him somewhat clumsily. He leans over, resting on a forearm and staring into her eyes. She takes her hand away from his phallus, only to briefly weigh his balls in her hand. It makes her tremble.

"We can stop... We don't need to do this, if you don't want to."

Her lips curl into a wide smile. Even now, as far as they are, he's giving her a chance to cease. This isn't a test to see how far she'll go; he's being genuine. She can tell by the soft tone of his voice that he wouldn't be mad, but that only makes her love for him grow, along with her desire. She shakes her head.

"You want to stop?" He asks, sitting back up.

"No!" She swiftly corrects. "I want you, darling."

"And I want you too, babe. I just don't want you to regret anything."

She sits up, resting her hand on his cheek and stroking him so tenderly.

"How could I ever regret being with you?" She asks with a smile.

His eyes are glossy from happy tears as he rests his hand over hers. It's always pleased her, having such an emotional and affectionate boyfriend. Now's their chance to take the next step. With her hands on his shoulders, she lies back down, getting comfortable atop the faux fur rug. Rolling over, he's soon on his hands and knees above her. Slowly and nervously, the young woman opens her legs, revealing her womanhood to him. After a brief glance, which draws a smile across his lips, he shifts his attention and stares into her eyes. He stretches out, gently pushing their bodies together and resting his manhood over her.

A hand moves down, and to her shock, he touches her nether lips. She grips his shoulders tightly, wincing from the sensation; he's so good at this! Leaning in, he kisses her neck and moves down, returning his attention to her breasts. He focuses on her for some time, and the anticipation drives her mad. Already moist from her desire, his attention to her nipples and nether lips has only made it worse; she drips with her fluids. The young woman gives him a tug.

"Please." She begs.

"Okay."

He kisses her passionately on the lips, holding himself up with one hand as they exchange saliva. Spreading his legs and lowering himself, she can feel the underside of his burning hot, throbbing manhood against the flesh of her loins. It makes her tremble, but now it's from her desire and not from nervousness. Pulling further and further back, his organ slides away from her body. Before she can prepare herself, she feels it. The tip of his black phallus, so thick and full, forces its way into her nether lips.

"Hhhnnngg!" She grunts and winces.

With a firm push, her fiancée penetrates her virginal body, stretching her nether lips and her vaginal canal to fit him. She gasps as the head of his member pops into place, immediately after he breaks her hymen. He gives her a moment as she trembles. The pain isn't as bad as she'd always imagined, but it's certainly there. Luckily, he knows exactly what to do. He gives her a moment, holding her close and nuzzling her so affectionately. Kiss after kiss, he showers her with affection, waiting for only a moment. Though the pain hasn't quite subsided, he begins to move, pushing his girthy organ deeper into her body.

Soon, she feels the pleasure, and it's considerable. Her winces of pain morph into a softened brow and fluttering eyelashes. Her grunts become moans and her gasps become a steady panting. How wonderful he feels, pushing himself deep inside of her. She knew it would be nice, but never could she fathom it would be to this degree. She looks at her lover, wrapping her arms around his neck. With his amethyst eyes closed, his mouth is agape as he trembles.

"D-do I feel good?" She sheepishly asks.

"Mmm-amazing." He answers. "I've never felt better, baby."

His words make her feel a tremendous sense of pride. Her far more experienced lover thinks that she feels the best! Her heart begins to race even faster. She tilts her head, looking between her feminine orbs. Her ebony eyes widen as she sees nearly half of her fiancée's ample member pushing into her supple body. Deeper and deeper he goes, finally beginning to work her body. He pulls back, then drives it in a little deeper. The pleasure is overwhelming. Again, he pumps his organ into her loins. Her breasts jiggle and sway in response to his thrusts, her nether lips quivering as they feast upon his manhood, enjoying all of his ministrations.

She cries out, holding him even tighter. Lying on the floor, atop the faux fur rug that bears a fresh, crimson stain, the lovers are entwined. Thrust after thrust, pump after pump, he pleasures his beloved, who grasps his shoulders and biceps, claws at his back, and cries out with ecstasy. He grunts and groans, working her harder and harder. Plop, plop, plop, as his full balls and furry scrotum slap her equally furry buttocks. He can feel his own extremity as it brushes his fingers; his hands grip firmly to her perfect ass. The burning within the young woman grows, and soon it begins to overwhelm her. What is this new sensation?

Hotter and hotter she becomes, her loins quivering and making sloshing noises as he thrusts his manhood into her. His fingers give her ass cheeks a firm squeeze, while his lips kiss her neck. Moving away from her neck, he kisses her lips, pushing his tongue back into her mouth. His passion is incredible; this is more than she could've ever hoped for. Truly, this is a most perfect night. As the lover's bond in the most natural of ways, the warmth explodes, and a shower of pleasure radiates throughout her very being.

"AHHH-YES!" She exclaims, squealing with delight.

"Rrrr."

He growls and grunts as he winces, feeling her already taut loins crushing down on his phallus. Her body tightens as she orgasms, squeezing him even tighter than she was when he accepted the glorious gift of her virginity. Taking his hands away from her buttocks, he places them above her shoulders. Holding himself up at a steep angle, he begins to increase his motions. Thwap, thwap, thwap, as he plows his penis into her quivering vagina.

"Rrrr-I'm, nnngf, getting close!" He remarks.

Plop, thwap, plop. Over and over, he thrusts, ever increasing in speed and power.

"I'll, nngf, make sure, nngf, to pull out!" He exclaims through his gasps.

She hears him and attempts to nod her head. She's grateful that he would be so considerate, even in the heat of passion. From his thrusts, however, her body shakes so much that she isn't sure if he can tell that she's responded. The thought makes her smile; she loves how he's using her, and how bonded they've become. His arms begin to tremble and his grunts grow louder. The young woman's pleasure has never fully subsided, only transforming from an intense heat to a low simmer. However, as he works, he builds it right back up. Soon, she's on the cusp of another wonderful climax.

"I'm, nngf, almost!" He grunts.

Her hands shoot down, grasping firmly to his buttocks. Her ebony eyes bulge out of her head as she feels another orgasm washing over her. Oh, what pleasure he brings her. It only makes her love for him grow. Feeling her loins tightening for a second time, his physical pleasure fuses with his masculine pride; he skyrockets toward his own peak. With his lover's clawed hands squeezing his buttocks, her womanhood clamping down on him like a vice, and her entire body trembling, he has only seconds left before his end. With spasming legs, the young woman barely has time to regain control.

She isn't sure why -perhaps it's biology; a subconscious desire - but she swiftly bends her legs. Closing them behind him, she crosses her ankles, locking her lover into place. Her hands continue to grasp his firm ass. He tries to pull out of her, but his large, throbbing phallus is trapped. He cannot pull back far enough to free his eight-something inches of manhood, and expel his potent seed outside of her body, as he'd promised he would.

"Babe!" He calls out to her.

She doesn't respond. Instead, she pulls at him, as if begging him to keep going. Looking down, she stares up at him with a passion unlike any he's ever seen before. This isn't just lust, like all of the women before her; this is longing, this is love. Just then, he feels the imminent release. His sperm prepare for their journey, and the chill rushes through him. Already more than halfway inserted, he impulsively pushes forward, burying his member into her, until his balls push firmly against her perfect buttocks.

"I'm... I'm! RRRRRR!"

"AHHGHAHH!" She cries out.

She jolts and arches her back, feeling a third and final climax as her fiancée shoots jet after powerful jet deep into her body. Peering between her ample breasts, which jiggle and sway in circles from her trembling and his thrust, she watches in awe as he fills her body with his fertile seed. She knows that he's potent; he's impregnated other women years before knowing her. Somehow, though, it doesn't bother her. The young woman feels a burning desire for him and his admittedly copious seed. She briefly chuckles.

"What?" The panting man asks with a growing smile.

"You, uhm... You have a lot of cum." She feels herself flush.

"Oh... Yeah..." He also flushes beneath his fur. "I do. A whole lot, and very potent."

"Mmm. I feel a bit like a water balloon."

"Now you're just being silly." He chuckles.

Giggling, she throws her arms around his neck and kisses him with more passion than she ever has before.

"I'm sorry, for not pulling out. I tried."

"It's alright. I didn't want you to. I wanted to feel it." She replies.

"I'm glad that we did this. I just love you so much, I..."

"I know. I'm glad, too. I love you, Manny." She coos, her smile growing as she strokes his forearm with her claws.

"I love you too, Leona." He says with a sigh. "This has been the best Christmas ever, babe."

"Mmmm-none better, darling." She coos.

Finally opening her legs, Leona releases her lover from her body. Looking down, she watches with glee and shivers as she feels him withdrawing his manhood. It slips from her freshly used loins, which are no longer virginal. Curling her body, Leona is eager to examine herself; her curiosity is just too powerful. She's surprised to see that not a drop of his cum is seeping out. It certainly felt thick, but she didn't assume it would stick the way it is. She's almost disappointed, but then she looks toward her fiancée; she'll see it some other time. Lying back, Manny swiftly spoons with her, holding her close and nuzzling her shoulder blades.

"I'm so tired, now." She sighs.

"Me too. I could use a little nap."

"Did you want to come to bed with me?"

Glancing over her shoulder, their eyes lock. Her lips curl into a little smile as he nods his head. Leaning in, they share another kiss, this one more sweet and tender than passionate. Collecting their clothes as the fire dies down, she's suddenly aware of how long they must've taken. He'd told her before -after she'd overcome her shyness and asked -that he has considerable stamina; it's one of the things the other women loved about him, aside from his excellent endowment and considerable skills. Manny moves the logs with a fireplace poker, easing the flames by spreading the fuel apart.

Following Leona through the modest house and into her bedroom, it's the first time that Manny had seen it since she moved in. She sits atop the bed, waiting for him as he uses her bathroom to remove his purple contact lenses. Returning to her, she swiftly pulls back the covers, preparing to climb atop her humble, full-sized mattress. Her fiancée pauses, looking at her nude form and then at his own.

"I thought you usually sleep with pajamas."

"I do. Today is special." She innocently replies.

Smiling wider as she turns her eyes toward him, he silently chuckles and slides beneath the covers. Leona is swift to join him, eagerly pushing herself against Manny's body. She feels the love and the warmth as he wraps his arms around her. Stretching out an arm, she grabs her remote control from her nightstand. Often, she falls asleep with the television on, usually very quietly. The flat screen slowly glows as she checks the volume.

"Again, this is breaking news! The Hughes Creek bridge has collapsed!"

Leona freezes and Manny's eyes shoot open. They both turn their attention toward the television.

"The beams buckled, before the old bridge suffered catastrophic failure, falling into Hughes Creek, and during the worst winter storm in the past thirty years! Only thirty minutes earlier, this bridge was still standing." The news reported explains.

"That's about when you were leaving, babe!" Leona gasps.

"That's scary." He murmurs.

"A family of four returning home early from a Christmas party nearly fell into Hughes Creek, along with the bridge. They were spared only by luck; an old tree, pushed over by the weight of the snow, landed in the road and blocked the eastbound side as they approached. The family's minivan collided with the felled tree, sparing them an icy death as the old bridge collapsed. The westbound side, however, was still open, right up until the end. Luckily, no one was traveling that way at the time, or they'd likely be having a very bleak Christmas! Back to you, Bob!"

"Thanks, Jen! In other news..."

Leona mutes the TV and turns to Manny, who sits up in bed. He takes the westbound route home, across that old bridge. The awful and sickening realization that he might've died today makes her tremble. She leans against him, and Manny is quick to comfort her. He kisses her forehead and pets her head, running his claws through her wavy, ebony hair. Her arms give him a firm squeeze as she clings to him as if her life depended on it. For all that might've happened today, they were spared. Now she can keep him, he can keep her, and they can cherish every blissful minute that they have together, for the rest of their long and fruitful lives.

"This really is the best Christmas ever." She coos, staring deeply into his eyes.

"It is. I love you, Leona."

"And I love you too, Manny, so much."