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Greetings all, Aliquis the Writer here.

_ Greetings all, Aliquis the Writer here._

_ Today I present for you a fairly normal love story, a simple consummation between a newlywed couple, and since I'm a firm believer in warning my audience of what awaits them beforehand - despite the fact that tags tell all - I'll go ahead and list what this has in it. First off, a long wait for the sex scenes (For you impatient people out there). Second, the sex scenes themselves, which are detailed and may or may not be terrible (I'll let you fine people decide that)._

_ Hope you enjoy, and as always, you've been warned..._

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For better or for worse, I gave myself to Thomas Carr, and he to me. We spoke our vows of eternal bonding, and were joined together as man and wife. And now we're about to become one in every sense of the word.

For a long time, I had no idea what sex was. Of course I'd heard about it, but then who hasn't in this day and age. That changed a bit during high school, where I overheard details from my friends as they bragged about which guy - or guys, in the plural - they'd slept with. But for some reason I never really found myself interested in those talks, or in having sex. Sure, I peeked at and giggled over hot guys just like any girl, but I remained a virgin all throughout high school.

Basically what I'm getting at is that I'm really nervous right now. While it came a bit last-minute, my parents thankfully had a talk with me before the wedding, so at least I have a vague idea of what to expect. But all-in-all I'm pretty much in the dark, with only loose instructions on what things to do and no actual experience doing them.

I glanced over at Thomas, who seemed just as nervous as I felt. He's usually so calm and serious, and in fact one might mistake him for cold at times. But I know better. Sometimes he acts nasty and mean, but he's really just a big softy. And, I suspect, he's just like me. He's never told me, and I've never asked, but there's something about him that seems sort of... innocent. I know I'm saying weird things, but it's true, and honestly I'd be sort of relieved if he does turn out to be a fellow virgin. Then I won't be the only one feeling awkward.

The limo's wheel hit a rut, jostling me and my husband-hot-off-the-alter. Thomas just ignored the distraction, continuing to fiddle with his tux's cuffs and to tug at his collar every once in a while, still deep in thought. Since he wasn't up for talking at the moment - though I sort of wished he was - I allowed my mind to wander a bit. It fell on our parents.

My parents are sort of carefree, so when I told them I was engaged to a mixed-breed felinian, they were all for it. Thomas's parents, on the other hand... Well, let's just say that my rich, influential parents-in-law didn't and still don't want a husky for a daughter-in-law. Guess it's that deep-rooted hatred between dogs and cats, huh? But seriously, I think it's a lot deeper than that; Me and Thomas being from different races, Thomas's parents thinking I'm some floozy only after their son's inheritance, me accidentally breaking a priceless urn... things like that. But Thomas would have none of their accusations, and thanks to him standing by my side and defending our love his parents finally gave in and blessed our union - though it was begrudgingly.

As my thoughts came to a close, I noticed not for the first time that things were deathly quiet between me and my new spouse. He had been so talkative during the party after the wedding, and was wearing a smile so broad I thought his face would split as he carried me to the limo in his arms. I'm pretty sure his silence is due to the fact that we're both so nervous about what's to come. All the same, knowing that really isn't helping steady my nerves any, and I wish he'd say something. For that matter, I wish _I'd_say something.

Despite my wishes, no one said anything, and a few minutes later I caught sight of a sign I knew would appear. It read 'McCarlling Hotel', and it was a place famous for booking newlyweds for their consummations. I gulped seeing that sign. This is it, we're really going to do it. For most people this wouldn't be all that big of an issue, since they're not virgins and all. But I _am_one, so for me this is nerve-wracking beyond belief.

To be honest, I'm not sure if it was a good idea to wait for post-marriage sex or not. Thomas says it makes him feel special that I'd wait for him, but still, it's a mark of my inexperience and naivete. Not to mention my mother said - during her thorough crash course on sex, which included basic techniques and the steps couples took during sex from kissing, to foreplay, to oral, to penetration - that it's supposed to hurt really bad when Thomas sticks his... penis, inside me.

That thought worries and, honestly, sort of scares me. I mean, I've stuck my fingers up there before, and I'll admit to having masturbated a few times - I wasn't that naive - but it never hurt. Furthermore, I've never actually put anything big inside me, and while I don't have an exact measurement, I'm fairly confident in my approximation of Thomas's... size. Let's just say I'm afraid that our consummation is going to end with him trying to fit his cucumber into my test tube.

"We're here."

I glanced over at Thomas, who was already opening his door. While he seems to be as nervous as I am - if not more so - I also get this feeling that he's very much looking forward to what we're about to do. Deep down I supposed I am too, but there are just so many fears eating away at me, spoiling the excitement and eager anticipation. My door opened all of a sudden, and I let loose and involuntary yelp as Thomas scooped me up in his arms.

"T-Thomas, what are you doing?" I asked him, my cheeks burning as he carried me towards the rotating doors of the four-star hotel. This is so embarrassing, everyone's looking at us. Some are even pointing and smiling, and in general we're kind of attracting a lot of - what is to me - unwanted attention.

"I'm carrying my wife bridal-style. Why, do you want me to put you down?" he asked me with a gentle smile. For a brief moment I considered saying yes, but while it's mortifying being carried like this, I don't really want it to end. So I pulled closer to my husband, smiling and shaking my head as I draped my chin over his shoulder.

"No," I replied softly, feeling his warmth. Thomas isn't very muscular all around, being more the intellectual type due to his family background. And yet he can still carry me easily like this. That's either a testament to his hidden strength, or my light weight. I'd personally like to think that it's the latter, if only for the sake of my own ego.

Soon enough Thomas made his way through the rotating doors. To my utter horror he immediately walked strait up to the reception desk, and I squirmed around uncomfortably, so close to the woman standing behind it that I could see the whites of her eyes.

"Y-You can put me down now Thomas, I-" I began, but was quickly interrupted.

"We're Mr. and Mrs. Carr. I believe we have reservations," he told the receptionist, who gave us an amused look - though she didn't seem surprised by it, to my relief. It must be that she's seen a lot of couples do things like this.

"Let me see... Ah, here we are. Here's your key, Mr. Carr. I hope you both enjoy your stay at the McCarlling. Oh, and congratulations," she said with a wink as Thomas awkwardly grabbed the keycard. I just buried my face in my husband's chest, so embarrassed I could just die.

Now that we'd obtained access to our suite, Thomas carried me over to the elevator - I really hope that there's no one in it right now, otherwise I might actually die of embarrassment on the way up to our room.

While I was praying the elevator would be empty, I couldn't help noticing that my spouse wasn't doing so well, struggling to hold my weight as he breathed heavily - guess I need to shed a few pounds after all. Seeing him like that raised a bit of sympathy in my heart, and I decided to give my poor husband a break.

"I can walk now, Thomas. Your arms must be aching from carrying me for so long," I told him, trying to squirm out of his grasp. But he held on resolutely, refusing to let go as he actually managed to tighten his grip on me.

"No, I'm going to carry you all the way," he told me firmly, eliciting a faint sigh and a smile from me. It must be one of those guy things, 'a man's pride' or whatever. But Thomas has always been like this, so stubborn and dedicated about finishing what he started. It's one of the reasons that I love him; One of the countless little things that come together to make this intricate feeling I feel towards him, a feeling I hope with all my heart will only grow stronger and stronger as time passes.

Since Thomas was otherwise occupied, I pushed the elevator call button for him - I noted to myself that if I hadn't been so busy being embarrassed I could have taken the key too, but it's too late now. A moment later the doors dinged open to reveal a - thankfully - empty elevator compartment. Thomas stepped inside, I pushed the button for the fourth floor - I'd seen the number on the card - and a few moments later the elevator dinged a second time and the doors opened to reveal a luxuriously-carpeted hallway.

Thomas wasted no time heading strait to our room, where he shifted my weight to one arm and used the other to slide the card through the electronic lock barring the way to our room. With a beep the little red light on it turned green, and the door popped open. Thomas pushed it open all the way, and my heart began beating faster as the piece of wood swung inward to reveal the most lavish suite I've ever seen in my life.

This is it. In this room, me and Thomas are finally going to become one in every way two people can become. I've waited so long for this, suffered so much teasing because I waited, and finally... here I am. I saved everything for this moment; For Thomas.

The bed met my back as Thomas gently laid me down, finally letting me go, but a moment later he was holding me in his arms once again. However, this time I could see the desire in his eyes, and I could feel that same desire deep within myself as well. I want him, even if it hurts, and even if it's awkward and embarrassing. All I want is to become one with the one I love, to join myself together with him.

His lips met my fur, and I moaned as he kissed my neck. Just this much is making me feel so good, and things are only just starting. I felt hands touch areas no one else but myself has touched since I was a child being bathed by my mother, and my moaning intensified as Thomas began gently rubbing my breasts. Then his lips locked on mine, and we shared a passionate kiss.

One of his hands snaked around underneath me, and in a sudden, smooth motion he pulled me up. A loud zip filled the air as metal teeth parted, a clasp snapped open with a bit of fumbling, and all of a sudden my entire upper half was exposed, my bare, fur covered skin in full view. I instinctively crossed my arms over my now-exposed breasts, but Thomas peeled them away, easily overcoming any resistance I raised.

"It's okay, don't be embarrassed. You have a beautiful body," he cooed to me comfortingly. Then, before I could even get flustered over his comment, I felt the most incredibly feeling as he began licking my nipple, then sucking on it, his tongue swirling around the tip.

"O-Ooh, Thomas, it feels so good!" I moaned loudly, never having felt this way before - playing with myself just didn't compare at all. I gasped as he pushed me down on the bed, straddling me as he continued to pleasure my chest. Then I felt his hands as they latched onto my dress, pulling it the rest of the way off. The garment passed down to me by by mother crumpled to the floor, followed by my snow white panties, leaving me feeling incredibly exposed. Thomas sat up, his eyes roaming across my now naked body, as if appraising a valuable gem.

"D-Don't look! I-It's just too embarrassing!" I stammered out the exclamation, my hands shooting down to cover my crotch. But just as before all my loving husband had to do was smile to sap the strength from me, and he spread my legs, easily moving my hands as he kissed his way down my body to my now soaking wet vagina.

"Just like the rest of you, your pussy is beautiful too," he told me softly, making me flush right before I let out a gasp of pleasure. I had thought that the pleasant feeling of his mouth on my nipples, or the sensual feeling as he kissed his way down my body had been amazing, but neither of those things held a candle when compared to this feeling. I squirmed and moaned as his lips and tongue seemingly ate me up, sending pleasure shooting through my entire body in waves.

"I-It's amazing Thomas! I-I'm gonna cum!" I panted, moaning loudly as I came, my fluids flowing liberally. Now that I'd climaxed my body relaxed a bit, and I let the bliss wash over me as Thomas stood up. It was just about then that I heard a zipper being opened for the second time, at which point I attempted to locate the source of the sound. My eyes widened as they found it, locking onto the thing that would soon be inside of me, hanging perfectly erect in all of it's mesmerizing yet terrifying glory.

I gulped, but without either of us needing to say a word I got up, crawling across the bed on my hands and knees until I reached Thomas. Mother told me about oral sex, how you use your mouth to please your partner. It sounds nasty, putting something so grotesque and stinky - I regret getting so caught up in the moment and not taking a shower now - into your mouth. But, Thomas already used his tongue on me down there, so the least I can do is repay him for making me feel so incredible.

My hand reached out, and I looked up at my partner as I hesitantly took hold of his member. It was hot, and I could feel it throbbing as I began stroking back and forth with my hand, tongue reaching out uncertainly. Thomas took a sharp intake of breath as I began licking the tip of his cock, trying my best to make him happy. After a little bit of that I readied myself and, opening my mouth a bit, I swallowed Thomas's penis.

To be honest, it did taste a little bad - which considering Thomas had taken a shower before the wedding led me to wonder how bad it must taste after going a few days without a wash - but I didn't complain since it was for the one I loved. Instead, I began moving my head up and down, allowing more of Thomas into my mouth, and then less, all in a steady pattern.

Now Thomas was grimacing slightly - knowing I was making him feel good made me feel rather proud - and I felt his hand move to the back of my head. I was a little surprised as he pushed me forward, but I complied with his wishes and allowed his cock deeper into my mouth. It was when he pushed in a little too far and it passed my uvula that my gag reflex kicked in, but even then I was bound and determined to please him in any way I could.

"I-I'm cumming!" I finally heard the words I'd wanted to hear, and breathed a mental sigh of relief. That only lasted a moment, though, and my eyes widened in shock as he came inside my mouth, half-way down my throat no less. As he pulled out I could taste the musky, bitter saltiness of his cum, and I coughed a few times as I finally got a descent breath of fresh air. Then, despite it's nasty, slimy texture, I swallowed the rest of the cum still in my mouth, having been told earlier that it wasn't going to do me any harm, or impregnate me with a child, or any other such idiotic nonsense - not that I thought it would, of course.

"That... that was amazing, Kate," he told me, breathing heavily as he sat down roughly on the bed beside me. I glanced at his penis, somewhat disappointed to find that it was shrinking rapidly. I had been told about this by my mother, that most guys can only cum once every few minutes. It's one of those inconveniences that both sides no doubt find quite annoying for various reasons.

Seeing as how Thomas was out of the game for a bit, I was expecting to have to wait a while before getting to the main attraction, and so I let myself relax a little. But while our becoming one had been temporarily put on hold, Thomas wasn't content just sitting around twiddling his thumbs.

"T-Thomas, what are you...?" I began, but didn't get to finish my sentence as my husband pushed me down again, getting on top of me. One hand began rubbing a breast, while the other snaked down my stomach, fingers locating my dripping-wet pussy.

"Ooh, harder Thomas! It feels good, rub me harder!" I told him, and gasped loudly as he complied, the pleasure creeping over me again. Thomas leaned down, kissing me deeply, our tongues entwining in a little dance as his fingers slid across my folds and teased my clitoris.

Suddenly my eyes widened a bit, and I broke our kiss, letting out a mixture of a gasp and a shriek as I felt something coming inside me. A quick look downwards found it to be Thomas's fingers, and I was about to object to the intrusion when a it hit me: A feeling so totally unlike having my own fingers inside of me that it was on a whole different level.

My squirming and writhing increased as I moaned in ecstasy, panting from the pleasure as Thomas's skilled fingers moved in and out, faster and faster, until I felt my entire body go rigid and my pussy clamp down around my husband's digits.

"I'm cumming again!" I told him, crying out as I felt that whole-body pleasure a second time. After several seconds my rigid body began relaxing as my orgasm faded slowly away, and Thomas's fingers left my insides. For a moment I almost wanted to object to their departure, to tell him to put them back in, but I didn't need to. Because it was then that I noticed he was ready and rearing to go again.

I watched in both eager anticipation and thinly-veiled fear as he neared me, his manhood drawing ever closer to my body. Then I could feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, and he looked up from my pussy and directly into my eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked me. I bit my lip, then nodded my head resolutely. I want to officially become his wife, to be his and only his for now and forever.

The feeling as he entered me was both similar to and yet vastly different from what I'd been expecting. Compared to his fingers this was so much more, and even though I felt a little bit of pain because of how big Thomas was, it wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed softly as Thomas broke my hymen, causing a little burst of pain and my involuntarily exclamation.

"A-Are you all right? Should I stop?" Thomas asked a bit frantically, worry in his eyes. I smiled and shook my head, happy that he was worried about me.

"No, keep moving. I want to feel you moving inside of me," I told him. He slowly nodded his head, and I gasped as he complied with my directions, his member penetrating deeper into my womb. "Ooh, Thomas, we're one now, we're really man and wife!" I moaned loudly, already beginning to pant as he moved a little faster than before.

"Erg, inside you feels so good, Kate!" he replied, grunting as he continued driving his cock deeper and deeper into me. Never before in my life had I felt such an incredible feeling, having the one I love inside of me, pumping in and out, stirring me up! It's wonderful, so incredibly amazing!

"I love you, Thomas! It feels so good!" I cried out, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down towards me. We kissed passionately, lost in the furious passion of the moment as our sweaty bodies slammed together, creating a lustful harmony of sound.

"Kate, I-I'm cumming!" Thomas told me as we separated, and I was so absorbed in the mind-blowing sex that I wasn't quite thinking strait - though I'd obviously been failing to do that for a while, what with the lack of condoms after mother expressly told me to remind Thomas to use one.

"C-Cum inside me! I want to feel you cum!" I gasped, nearing orgasm myself. My eyes widened a little, and I let out a cry of ecstasy as I felt something hot and thick spill out into me, the feeling managing to push me to the my peak alongside Thomas. At that moment we had our first simultaneous climax, and on our first time, too.

After spending an undetermined amount of time basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, my mind blank as a slate, I finally managed to gather my wits about me. My body slowly relaxed, and I laid there on the bed gasping for breath as Thomas's penis left the confines of my womb.

"T-Thomas, that was amazing. I love you so much," I told him as he collapsed beside me, done for the moment. He smiled, then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him.

"And I love you, Katherine. With all my heart," he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and snuggled up to his chest, a happy smile on my face as I listened to his heartbeat. It's the heartbeat of the man I love with every ounce of my being, the man I will always hold dear no matter what happens. Through the good times and the bad, for better or for worse, I will continue to love him. Thomas, my husband.

Fin