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Taylor adjusted his bowtie. He was on edge the entire afternoon, not hard to see, as today was probably the most important day of his life, a hard thing to top. Today was the day that Taylor was getting married today to the woman who he's probably loved longer and more than anyone else in his life besides his siblings and parents. He continued to fidget with his tie, trying to look as good as he could before the wedding started. His brother gave him a wry look and shook his head.

"Nervous?" Taylor's brother Simon asked. Taylor nodded as he continued to fidget with the bowtie. "Don't be, I'm sure Avilova won't care much, plus most guests' eyes will be on her, anyway." Simon said as he inspected his brother's clothes, dusting his shoulder. The two were greeted by their father, who walked into the dressing room.

"Ready?" Their father Hal asked, Taylor nodded as he followed his father into the chapel proper where his wedding would be held, he was still on pins and needles, but he managed to swallow his nerves and head to the altar where he and Avilova would be set to be married. On one side were a family of foxes and a few wolves and one cat (his half-sister) and on the other, a family of polar bears, his fiancée's family. The fox was trying to look as not nervous as he actually was. Then he heard the bridal march being played by the organist, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. Taylor watched as the chapel doors opened and from them being followed by several of her nieces' throwing flowers was his beloved, his Avilova.

To say Avilova was radiant in her wedding dress would do an injustice to the sheer beauty on display. Her wedding dress clung to her body and showed off her curvy silhouette lovingly. Her cleavage was on partly on display, tastefully giving him a good look at her ample bust, and adoring her head was a flower crown. She was the epitome of beauty, and she was his to marry. Finally, she stopped next to him, giving him a happy smile through her veil. She was beautiful, though it was his fiancée's turn to admire his outfit.

Taylor was wearing a black suit, cut slim to accommodate his rather lithe frame. He was wearing a bright red bowtie, the only thing of color on his body. He had insisted on the bowtie since it was his favorite. He looked handsome, and she loved the way he looked.

"You look beautiful." Taylor whispered to Avilova, who smiled wide and proud at the compliment and responded with her own compliment.

"And you look so handsome." Avilova replied, and Taylor smiled as well. Soon the priest began his practiced speech, talking about the bonds of matrimony, two families coming together and everything in between. During this, Taylor remembered when he first met Avilova. It was one of providence in a way. The two were working in the same place, but in vastly different roles. Avilova was a fellow scientist at a local lab. She was a chemist, and he was a biologist, and the two hit it off, and one thing led to another, one date led to two led to four led to eight, and then here they were about to become husband and wife. Then the priest spoke to the audience and said the words that Taylor and Avilova were waiting for.

"The two betrothed have vows they'd like to speak to the gathered guests." The priest said the first to go was Avilova.

"Taylor, when I first saw you I thought you were a bit of a... weirdo," Avilova said this made the audience of family and friends laugh, "but then you showed me you were more than that, you are kind, funny, and made me learn so much about things I didn't know. I love you Taylor Jones, and I can't wait to become Avilova Jones." Avilova said happily as the crowd of onlookers clapped and then it was time for Taylor to speak.

"Avilova, I love you more than anything else in the world, I didn't think I'd be able to meet anyone quite like you," He said as he held Avilova's hands tightly, her soft pristine white fur against his auburn red fur, "I love you more than anyone or anything, that love has bloomed into this marriage and I will cherish you till I'm old and my fur is gray."

"Then do you Taylor Jones take Avilova Romanovna to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked.

"I do." Taylor spoke with conviction and the confidence that didn't exist a few minutes ago, but now was surging through his body.

"And do you, Avilova Romanovna, take Taylor Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked, and Avilova didn't hesitate either.

"I do." The priest brought his hands together and smiled.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may now kiss." The priest said and Taylor got to the tips of his toes to get to his wife's face. Removing the veil over her face, he brought his snout to hers and the gathered family and friends cheered for the two and their nuptials.

"I love you." Taylor said to Avilova, and she replied in kind.

"I love you too." Avilova replied. The two were as happy as they ever could be. The reception was next and the two couldn't wait to get to it. Their family had apparently pulled out all the stops to make their reception one to remember. A big cake with a topper designed like them, a live jazz band playing and, of course, food and drinks galore. Their friends and family were partying and having fun. With Avilova and Taylor taking the first dance of the night, as they swayed together to the music Avilova and Taylor were so much in love and anyone who didn't think that could probably see it in the way that the two looked at each other while they danced, it was as if no one else was in the hall where the reception was held, only Avilova and Taylor were in that room.

The reception went on like this for a few hours, with the guests wishing the couple a happy and long marriage, but eventually Avilova and Taylor took off to their suite in the limo they rented, ready to start their honeymoon in a few hours.

"Good god weddings are exhausting." Avilova said as she kicked off her heels. She hated wearing them most of the time and she had to wear them for hours during the wedding. She was still in her wedding dress, and Taylor was taking his suit off.

"Yeah, but at least I can now officially say I'm your husband." Taylor said as he turned to his wife. He mulled the words around in his head a few times. This woman, the woman who a few years ago were simply colleagues and now she was his wife, his beautiful, beautiful wife.

"And I can say you're my husband, though the wedding isn't over," Avilova said as she got to her feet she reached behind her and unzipped her wedding dress, allowing the pristine white garment to fall down her shoulders and pool around her ankles. Taylor swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, he'd seen Avilova in many forms of undress but to see her now was a completely different story, she was wearing a lacy white corset that enhanced her already great bust, white lace panties and white thigh-high stockings with accompanying garter belt, "Now come and make your wife happy." Avilova said, and Thomas was not about to disappoint her. He quickly moved, pushing his wife onto the suite bed, kissing her over and over. Starting with her lips, he then made his way to her neck, nipping at it and sucking at it, which made the polar bear moan as he did. He then began to kiss down her body, kissing the center of her chest, then her navel, and then finally stopping at her panties. The white garment was wet where her cunt was, and he smiled.

He slowly peeled her panties from her frame, tossing them off somewhere in the distance. His wife's pussy was dripping wet with desire. The heady aroma of her arousal was intoxicating. He did a cursory lick of her cunt and Avilova shivered as Thomas continued to lick her lower lips, again and again, before he went to the main course. He plunged his tongue into her snatch and began to lick and swirl his tongue around her cunt. Avilova clutched at the bed sheets as she felt Taylor lick and play with her. She loved the way he would eat her out, making sure every inch of her cunt was explored by that wonderful tongue of his. He would reach into her deep with his tongue just to make sure she came undone in many, many ways.

"F-fuck!" Avilova moaned as Taylor continued to eat her out, his snout deep in her pussy as he licked, kissed, and even sucked on her sensitive clit several times. She was oh so close to reaching her edge. Then, with a moan and an arched back, Avilova came hard. Her juices flowed into Taylor's mouth as he lapped them up hungrily, savoring his wife's flavor. The bear was in heaven. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes lidded with pleasure.

"Enjoying yourself my love?" Taylor asked and Avilova nodded, but it was now her turn to give him some much needed pleasure, she sat up and pushed the canine on his back and then hastily removed his slacks and briefs, freeing his large canine member. The thick red cock twitched and throbbed with desire, pre-cum leaking from the tip and dribbling down the base of his shaft, she smelled the thick heady musk of his cock as she kissed up his shaft leaving bright blue lipstick marks as she did, but she was not just going to do that she reached behind her and undid the corset binding her breasts together, letting them free. She then engulfed his cock in her breasts, squishing them together so that his cock was fully covered by her ample bosom.

"Go-god damn." Taylor moaned as his wife moved her breasts around his cock, up and down her tits moved along with her mouth sucking at the tip of his cock, as he moaned and groaned in pleasure the fox yipped a few times as he was nearing his release. His cock was twitching and Avilova could tell he was about to cum, and this made the polar bear speed up her movements and with a grunt Thomas came. Rope after rope of seed coated her tits, fur, and nipples, and she happily licked it up from his shaft as he did. Breathing hard, Taylor came down from his first orgasm of the night, much like his wife. His wife kissed him, not really caring if he could taste his own seed on her lips.

"I can't wait for the main course," Avilova said as she looked at his flaccid cock, waiting for it to get rigid again so he could fuck her right and proper. Taking a few moments to get a drink of water, Taylor's cock soon became hard again and the two prepared for the main event of the night, pinning Avilova to the bed, her legs splayed up around her head in a mating press the two kissed as Taylor rubbed and prodded his member through her entrance, teasing her. Then, with one massive thrust, he plunged his cock fully into Avilova's pussy. The bear let out a moan as he got as far as he could without knotting her. No, that would come later. Pulling his cock out so only the tip was in her, he slammed back down into her. Fucking her savagely and hard like she loved. Their moans mixed in a lustful chorus of kisses, touching and playing with each other.

"I love you!" Avilova moaned out as she reached orgasm again, clutching at her husband tightly as he continued to fuck her hard and fast, not stopping as her walls clamped down around his member. "Fuck a cub into me! Make me a mama!" Avilova begged and Taylor was going to do just that, he was going to breed his wife, make sure in a few months her belly was showing the fruit of this night and every night after, the fruit of their love. With one last thrust and a kiss to seal them together, Taylor knotted Avilova and made sure that his seed had nowhere else to go but into her waiting fertile womb. Thick, thick ropes of seed flooded into Avilova's womb, coating it to the brim and making sure that she would bear a child for Taylor in a few months. When his lips parted from his wife, he whispered into her ear.

"I love you too." He said, happy and content laying on her chest, the afterglow of their lovemaking present as he listened to the steady rhythmic thump, thump, thump of her beating heart. Their first night as husband and wife, companions in life, and a night that hopefully would bear them a child to love and cherish like each other.