Luna's Marks
What passes for marriage in a hunting village to the far north.
(A bonus from my quest Mounted and Bred: Breederlord on Fiction.live. Which takes place in a lewd anthro version of Mount and Blade: Bannerlord.)
She was still just as beautiful as always he mused as he stalked her through the forest, every inch of his instincts keeping his feet free from the branches that might betray him as he admired the dark furred beauty that half his year's males had wanted. The fact that she was his was still one of the greatest surprises of his life.
In the 'The Hunt' the simple name given to the ritual where those of age would enter the woods to find one another and mate. She had found him. He had thought she would turn away, find someone faster, stronger, wealthier even, he'd never expected her to choose him. He wasn't a bad hunter but he didn't have much to his name beyond his home and name. Luna hadn't cared, she'd wanted him and before that day he'd been far too blind to see it. They'd always been friends but he'd never known just how much he wanted to be more until she gave him a chance he'd been too scared to try and take.
Now they had a daughter. Luna could have left after, entered once again into the ritual to find someone else in the following year, but they were happy. It was time to make it official. To show that she was his and he was her's. That was why he was stalking through the brush, keeping a careful eye on the shaking leaves to keep himself down-wind. Fortunately, Luna had her attention on some tracks, a rabbit most likely. He had to be a careful of the hunting spear she was carrying, but his movements were precise and the risk was a small price to pay.
He was almost right on her when her ears pricked up. There would be no better chance, he charged out from his concealment, the black-furred she-wolf making a sound of alarm before she was bowled over, her spear sent flying. She struggled all the way to the ground before his weight managed to pin her, her shoulders to the ground as he looked down on his successful catch. Luna's surprise abating as she realized who'd caught her, giving a slow blink as she looked into his eyes, then raising her head to expose her neck.
He was careful as he took it in his teeth, feeling the rapid beating of her heart as she put her life in his hands, the complete and utter trust she was extending to him. The complete and utter submission. He closed more tightly, just barely piercing the skin before releasing it again, his tongue running over the light wounds which now marked her as his. There was only one thing left to do.
Her hunter's cloth offered little protection as he moved it aside, the dampness on his fingers telling him she was ready for what came next. His tip poking against her folds, seeking entry which she readily gave, he knew he wasn't the largest wolf in the village but Luna didn't care, she took him as he was and the music of her moans told him how much she enjoyed it as he pushed himself as deep as he could go between her splayed legs.
This was no tender lovemaking however, she was a bitch asking to be bred and he was more than happy to oblige, her pulse beating harder as he continued his rapid thrusts, a single goal in mind as he growled into her fur, the primal sound enough to send her over the edge, her walls clenching down on him as her body begged for his seed only to be denied.
He didn't let that stop him, her moans turning to cries of pleasure as he continued on past her peak, her legs trying to wrap around him to urge him on only to be stopped by increased pressure on her throat. With how tightly she was squeezing him there was no way he could hold out much longer, his knot begging to tie them together, he finally delivered as he felt her body once again trying to draw him in. This time he allowed it, a final thrust burying him in his mate her outer walls only resisting his knot for a moment before letting it in with its virile payload.
Unknown to him Luna had been helping to test the current year's tea. That which would help the new couples ensure conception with their first choice of lover. As he claimed her body as his so too did his seed once again move to claim her womb.
As they came down still tied together he finally released her neck, her hand going to feel the new marks upon it, her gaze filled with nothing but love for her mate as they enjoyed each other's warmth waiting for his knot to go down. She knew there was no more hunting to be done today but she didn't care as she rested beneath him. The moment perfect. There was only one reason she could think of to ever want it to end.
She had to get him back for this.