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Tying the Knot

“Well fuck me, this place ain't half bad," Ari had a goofy grin as he entered the place, nodding as he glanced over the oak furniture and quilt blankets.

“Oh shut up," Amoreena chuckled as she came in, slapping her man on the ass as she did. “Now move! I'm freezing my tits off!"

“Sure thing babe," Ari shuffled in, his boots leaving a dusting of snow in his path. “Just saying it's not what I was expecting for a wiccan cottage."

“It's not like my grandma ate children, Ari," Amoreena rolled her eyes, throwing down her duffle bag she packed for the weekend and pulling off her puffy hiking jacket. “It's just a cabin like any other, only I knew the people who lived in it."

“Yeah, pretty sweet place," Ari lumbered forward as he put down his suitcase and slapped on a light, the oak floors and furniture glowing in the old yellow lighting. Only the faintest layer of dust showing no one had been around for a while.

“Just so I understand exactly what kind of goofball I married," Amoreena pulled her boots off, her feet in thick wool socks to keep them warm, her tight jeans had rips in them and her skin was rosy pink from the cold. “What the hell did you think it was going to look like?"

“Honestly?" Ari grinned pulling off his knitted cap and shaking the snow off it, his Bostin accent elongating his vowels. “I was expecting it to be more cottage core, you know what I'm saying? More hanging dried flowers and less…puzzles."

Ari smirked as he looked at the shelf above the breakfast nook. Dozens of old puzzles stacked like bricks.

“I half expected you to say there would be a cauldron and an oven large enough to fit a child. Maybe made of candy too?" Amoreena smirked, her lips protected from the cold by a glossy film of chapstick, her eyes looking up through her lashes with a questioning glare. “I know your abuela wouldn't have approved of my grandma's lifestyle."

“To be fair," Ari shouldered off his coat one large shoulder at a time, the guy built like a large strong man, his tawny skin even darker with the low light. “I don't think she approves of anyone really. Though, she likes you."

“Just not my faith, I get it. Hate the sin not the sinner and all that jazz."

“Oh she hate's jazz," Ari chuckled.

“When did she care for any music besides church hymns," Amoreena rolled her eyes, stuffing her mittens into her coat and hanging it up on the hooks by the door.

“Well, she prefers them be in Latin, like the good lord intended," Ari shrugged and handed his coat to his wife for her to hang it for him.

“Well, I prefer my music to be in English, thank you very much," Amoreena smiled and hung her man's coat up. “Though I like one thing to be Latin."

“Oh, what's that?" Ari cocked a brow, but a sly grin belied his ignorance. He knew where she was going with this, but wanted to give her the punchline.

“My men," Amroeena came forward, her arms coming up to wrap around Ari's neck and press her lips against his. He had to bend down for her to reach and she had to get up on her tip toes. The gentle smacking of lips and tongues filled the air as Amoreena and Ari kissed in the entryway, bathed in the glow of last century's lighting.

“Okay, you go unpack and I'll get a fire going," Amoreena ordered, patting his cheek.

“One more kiss," Ari leaned in and tried to press his lips against hers, but she pulled away.

“Sorry, someone clomped a bunch of snow on the way in," Amoreena sidestepped out of the small puddle of melted snow. “Mood's passed."

“Oh, sorry babe," Ari scratched the back of his head.

“No worries. You can clean it up after you unpack and I'll get more heat in this house."

“Isn't the heat electric?" Ari cocked a brow.

“It is, but it sucks. Works better with the fireplace. Besides, nothing's better than a Yule log on solstice eve."

“Oh, gotcha," Ari pursed his lips as he picked up the suitcase. “Hey, so is this just a way of honoring your grandma, or is it so you can show me up with your Boy Scout skills?"

“Ari," Amoreena turned, lifting her arm and flexing it, a powerful ball of muzzle filling her flannel shirt. “Can't it be both?"

“Okay," Ari chuckled, rolling his eyes and picking up their luggage, easily hauling it all. “I'll get the bedroom ready, you can do the living room and food.

“You got it baby!" Amoreena shouted over her shoulder as she strode further into the cabin. Amoreena got to the fireplace and hung her beany up on a hook over the mantel. Memories of putting her clothes on that hook and her siblings over the winters swam in her mind's eye. She shook her head and adjusted her hair back, her pixy cut matted in strange ways from her beany. She just combed it back into place as best she could with her nails before she grabbed the kindling and a log. It was a strong looking oak and she felt a warmth in her fingers despite the cool wood.

“I wish you could have met him," Amoreena sighed, putting the log in the fireplace, not bothering to clean up the ashes from the last fire. She tore a paper bag and got some wood chips. With the strike of a match she set the chain reaction in motion. First the kindling, then the twigs, then the log. She gently blew on the embers, making sure they could breathe. Sure, she wanted to show off her fire making skills, but it was more about her grandmother. She always said it was because the hearth was the heart of the home, but everyone just thought she was a little pyromaniac. Amoreena thought that too, but she got it now. She was a pyromaniac and a family woman.

Amoreena swiped the dampness from her eyes and peeled off her socks and set them above the fireplace with her beanie. Amoreena sat there watching the flames slowly curl up the chips and roll across the paper. The way the flames grew and sprung from a single match was its own special kind of magic. The lights of the fire danced, weaving warmth over Amoreena, her hands stretching out, her fingers pink form the cold. The light caught her wedding ring, the diamond dazzling with yellows and oranges.

She didn't know how long she had sat there. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but either way the log was alight, crackling in its grate. The only thing that brought her out of it were a pair of warm lips on the crown of her head.

“Hey, you doin' okay baby?" Ari asked, his large form squatting down behind her.

“Yeah," Amoreena took a deep breath, her eyes glistening, her nose pink. “I just miss her sometimes, ya know. She would have liked you."

“From what you told me, she would have put me to work in no time."

“Yeah," Amoreena gave a little chuckle, sniffing and leaning back into her man. “Yeah, I can hear her now. 'Big strong man like you was built for work.'"

“I can't tell, is that more racist or sexist?" Ari asked.

“Oh you fucking fool," Amoreena chuckled, almost giggling. “She just wanted more hands in the garden whenever she got the chance."

“Don't worry baby, I'm your perfect fool," Ari gently pressed his lips against the crown of Amoreena's head, his nose brushing her scalp, the smell of her conditioner filling his nose.

“Yeah you are," Amoreena slung her arm up around his neck, pulling herself closer so her back was flush with his chest. “Okay, enough moping around. I have some food to put away."

“I already did it," Ari smirked. “You looked so interested in your pyromania, I didn't want to disturb my little arson."

“Thanks," Amoreena leaned back, kissing her man on the cheek, his light stubble brushing against her lips. “You know, it's important to burn a Yule log on the eve of the solstice."

“Really? How so?"

“Well, it's supposed to be a massive log, a giant oak that burns for twelve days. My grandparents would have a real 'hoot and a holler' as they say. Dancing out in the snow, drinking mulled wine, and roasting ham. Human and fur alike would join in. The community kind of fell apart before I was old enough to really enjoy most of it, so I never really saw a big burning. But we still made sweet biscuits and my grandma would slip me a sip of mulled wine here and there. It tasted awful. Like drinking potpourri. I think I was just young, but then again, my grandma believed in cheap wine and home grown spices. God knows what she put in there to get that flavor. My mom has the recipe card somewhere, and I'm sure I could find the spices somewhere in her cabinets, but…god I don't know."

“You're right, I would have loved to meet her." Ari took her hand and brought it to his lips, tenderly kissing it. “Though, my abuela would have given her a good whack with a wooden spoon for serving alcohol to children."

“And she would have taken her lumps with pride," Amoreena smirked. “There were a lot of times my parents tried to talk to her, but she couldn't be told what to do. I admired her stubbornness for fun. I mean, her favorite movie was 'Green Fried Tomatoes.' That should tell you a lot about her."

“I saw some VHS tapes in the living room. You want to maybe take some time and watch a movie tonight instead of breaking in the bedroom?"

“I mean…yes and no," Amoreena took a deep breath. “I didn't think I'd feel like this when I got here. I thought it would be all fun, just the way she would have wanted."

“No one can tell you how to grieve, baby," Ari kissed the crown of her head. “We got popcorn and rum. Why not take the night to settle in. We got a whole week up here and I assure you we ain't going to be watching movies the whole time."

“Yeah, that sounds nice," Amoreena got her feet beneath her and hauled herself up, using her man's shoulder to steady herself. “I'll get the popcorn ready. Wil ya make me the rum and coke drinks I like?"

“You got it, kitten," Ari took his woman's hands in his and gave her a tender little kiss before turning off to grab what he needed.

“Oh, don't forget the lime," Amoreena shouted as she went into the kitchen.

“What do I look like? A heathen!" Ari joked as he went to go pull some sodas and rum from the snow out front. “This Broad! Thinking you can even make a rum and coke without lime. Next she'll say she wants decaf coffee!" Ari pretended to grumble grievances as he got what he needed, the two joking about married life and how they're already a grumpy old couple.

The rest of that night was them watching movies, throwing popcorn in each other's mouths and getting drunk off of rum. Sure enough, Ari was true to his word and didn't try to slip his hand over his woman's chest, or play with her neck the way she liked. No, it was just a simple crap-fest of old movies that simply didn't hold up to the test of time. Though, Ari loved to shout “TOWANDA" now whenever he was barreling down a hallway or getting ready to surprise his wife. It was the perfect start to their vacation.

***

The next day Ari helped nurse Amoreena's hangover with some breakfast in bed, the two enjoying the fact no one could be angry about getting crumbs on the sheets. The rest of the day was spent snowshoeing through the forests and over the frozen lake, the winter having covered everything in a thick blanket of white. When they got back they started another fire and warmed up before Amoreena went out again to set up an ice fishing tent.

Ari got the auger and drilled a hole for them while having a space heater to keep the tent nice and toasty. The snow in the tent melted away to reveal the ice beneath, the glossy layer of wet making it see-through. The only thing they could see was the dark inky waters and the bubbles caught in the ice, but with the way the space heater glowed it was like little pieces of light were frozen in time. They caught a few decent sized fish for dinner that night and decided to pack up and head back.

“Hey, you go keep the fire going and I'll go clean the fish in the garage," Amoreena made her way up into the small shack off the cabin.

“What if I wanted to clean and gut?" Ari cocked a brow.

“Yeah, last time I let that happen, we had more scales and bones than actual meat. I got it honey. You just get yourself out of the cold, princess." Amoreena joked.

“Will do charming!" Ari shot back, knocking the snow off his boots before going inside. Amoreena took their catch over to the shack. There they had running water and power, so she flipped the electric space heater on to keep her feet warm while setting up the plastic filleting table. They used to have an old wooden board they would clean their fish on, but it was so much easier to use a plastic table and hose it off afterwards. Also, the plastic didn't hold the fish stink as bad. At least that's what grandpa had insisted.

Amoreena set her fish up on the table and went to go get a pan for the fillets when she paused. There was a photo hanging up on the wall, caked with dust. She brushed her fingers across it, the muck flaking away to reveal a younger version of her grandparents at their fiftieth wedding anniversary. There was a big cake and all her aunts and uncles were there, and in front of the cake was her grandparent's old handfasting cord.

“Huh…I wonder if Ari would ever be into that kind of thing." Amoreena pondered, thinking if this would be their life in fifty years. She looked at the other photos of her grandfather and his fishing buddies. Plenty of wolf and otter anthros retired up in these woods, so it wasn't a surprise when there was a picture of her grandpa, fat in his old age with a balding wolf anthro along with a bloated otter with glasses as thick as the ice sheet they just drilled through.

Amoreena shrugged, the cold nipping at her fingers and nose. She had work to do, and the space heater would help keep her warm. She got to filleting the fish, using her grandpa's old knives and special tools for gutting and skinning, donning the old apron to keep her clothes from getting fishy. They mainly caught bass, but there was a decent pike as well. Ari was particularly proud of that one.

She sliced the meat away and put the fillets into an old tin bake pan filled with water. She then hosed off the table and set it in the garage before taking the fish back to the cabin.

“Hey Ari! Please tell me they still have some of the lemon soap!" Amoreena shouted, taking her clothes of. “I reek like a fish's asshole and I'm not going to have that on my hands all…night…"

Amoreena sniffed the air, the headed smell of cinnamon and cloves warming her nose. The faintest hint of orange peel and rose bud tingled in the air and tickled the back of her throat.

“Ari?" Amoreena took the pan into the kitchen where Ari stood, ladling plum colored drink from a pot on the stove, the faintest wisps of steam curling from it.

“You're just in time," Ari smiled, the big guy wearing a thick sweater with a deer head, his thick thighs clad in denim. “Just finished."

“What…did you make mulled wine?" Amoreena asked.

“Here," Ari took the fish pan and handed her the glass. It was warm in her hands. It was an old eggnog glass her grandma called her fancy glassware that she got from a church auction forever ago. It was just a glass mug with a stem and base, but it was perfect for this.

“Take a sip, but blow on it first, it's a little hot," Ari urged.

Amoreena looked at the glass and then back at Ari. She put it to her lips and took the tinniest sip. Instantly she was reminded of Yules past, her eyes closing as the memories curled around her mind with the warm spices and earthy tones. She remembered her grandmother's voice, her own mother scolding her for taking a drink without asking them first, eating nut loaf and gingerbread, running in the snow and tackling her cousins, even a bloody nose she gave her brother out in the dark.

“Holy shit," Amoreena gasped. “How…this is the thing, this is the stuffy-stuff my grandma made. How did you get the recipe?"

“I have my ways," Ari smirked, pouring himself a glass.

“I bet if I look at your phone I would find my mother was your last call," Amoreena smiled, putting her hand to her lips as her eyes glistened.

“Babe?" Ari turned and saw the tears, setting his glass down. “What's wrong?" Ari crouched down to look her in the eyes, his big smile on his face.

“No, it's just…I think this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and…it tastes so good, and my fingers smell like fish ass." Amoreena sniffed her tears back, setting her glass down and going to wash her hands.

“Hey, you okay?" Ari came over, putting his hand on her back as Amoreena aggressively pumped lemon soap on her hands to get the reek of fish off them as fast as she could.

“Yeah, I…I think…I think I'm better than I've been in a long, long time," Amoreena smiled, cleaning her hands and drying them on a rag. She turned and leaned against the sink with a sniff. “I fucking love you, you big fool."

“A fool for you babe," Ari smirked, handing the wine back to her. “And I love you too. Come on, how about you throw another log on the fire and we can get all toasty together." Ari turned the heat off on the stove and capped the wine. “We got a lot of wine to drink on our own if we're going to be properly celebrating this Yule thing."

“This 'Yule thing,'" Amoreena smirked. “Don't lose all the points you just scored by downplaying the very thing that's gunna get you laid tonight."

“Shit, really?" Ari turned and smirked. “Well, then let the Yuletide roll baby! I'll serf that wave to the promised land!"

“You just mixed Yule, surfing, and Judaism all into one thing," Amoreena shook her head. “Only you."

“Please say I'm still getting laid tonight," Ari play begged.

“Maybe, if you play your cards right," Amoreena threw another log on the fire and sat before it to stoke it properly.

“Oh? And what would be a winning hand?" Ari sat next to her, clinking his glass against hers.

“I don't know, but I don't know what's going to top the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."

“I could give you a foot message," Ari bounced his brows before curving them into his sly grin. “Or I could go down on you."

“Both of those would be as much for you as it is for me," Amoreena smirked. “Though, the going down on me part does sound nice. I was thinking I might be able to do something for you."

“Oh? What's that?"

“Well, you know those condoms you brought?"

“Yeah?"

“Toss um," Amoreena gave him a kiss on the cheek and sipped from her mug.

“Oh my," Ari chuckled, leaning into his girl. “Did you just give me the all clear to raw dog this week?"

“I know we're extra careful all the time, but I'm on the pill so no worries there." Amoreena smirked, flexing her toes in her thick socks in front of the fire. “I mean, how many times has your abuela asked us when we're going to have kids? We should at least pretend we're trying, right?"

“Oh fuck babe, you just let the dog off the leash! Aow-aow-AWOOOOGA!" Ari shouted. “You bet your ass I'm going to find any way to make you hot and heavy."

“That's what I like to hear," Amoreena smiled, though the gesture was nice, and she knew Ari would be going nuts over getting to raw his way through the week, she felt as though it still paled in comparison for the super sweet gesture he just pulled. Then she got an idea.

“Hey," Amoreena started, sipping some of her wine. “Do you mind if we do something special tonight?"

“I don't know, will we be playing it fast and loose?" Ari bounced his brows at her. She just rolled her eyes.

“I assure you, not-so-little Ari will have his play time, but I was thinking we could do something to honor my grandma tonight."

“Oh really? What were you thinking?"

“Well…have you ever heard of handfasting?"

“No, not really," Ari cocked his head.

“Oh, I'm going to learn you something really good tonight," Amoreena smirked. “We just need to find some rope."

Ari's eyes went wide as a mischievous grin played on Amoreena's lips as she took a sip of her wine.

“What did I just get myself into?" Ari asked.

“Just remember," Amoreena leaned into his ear and whispered her next words with an almost threatening kiss. “You picked me."

Ari gulped.

“You big baby," Amoreena smiled, pressing her lips against his. She could feel the tension slipping from his body as their lips smacked gently against one another's, their tongues slowly coming to dance around each other. It was a delicate swirl of lips and tongue, a soft display of affection that sapped any worry Ari had. Amoreena pulled away with a gentle smack of their lips.

“You good now?"

“Oh yeah…better than good. You can tie me up all you want baby," Ari smirked, a big blush on his cheeks and his eyes hazy.

“Good," Amoreena went back in for another kiss. Tenderly pushing and pulling, lightly sucking on Ari's bottom lip and their tongues curling around each other again before they settled themselves in front of the fire.

***

You couldn't ask for a better night for a handfasting ritual. Full moon, longest night of the year, the rebirth of the sun and a show of good fortune! The pieces couldn't have fallen into place better. The two had found an old, large, dried out log in the woods and hauled it up to the fire pit, dug the snow out to keep things nice and dry, and got a real, proper bonfire roaring. It was so warm they even ditched their coats, wearing warm sweaters as they stood before the flame.

“So, you ready to do this?" Amoreena asked, holding up the rope, giving it a few tugs to pull it taut.

“You bet your sweet ass I am," Ari waved his phone with the script glowing on its screen. “I got the knot instructions and everything. You sure this wasn't just another excuse to show off your Boy Scout skills again? Setting fires, tying knots, sounds a lot like you're trying to trick me into camping."

“When have I ever tricked you into anything," Amoreena gave mock distain, clearly having a past of being an instigator. “Now come over here and keep the phone up so I know what I'm doing."

Amoreena fumbled through weaving the rope together, the rope just an old coil she found in her grandpa's shed. It was scratchy and rough, but it would get the job done. She had to undo it a couple of times to get it right, but soon enough she had it all ready.

“Okay, so just hold onto this part and pull when I say," Amoreena took the phone from Ari and scrolled down to the saying. “With this cord, I bind my life to yours. I pledge to honor, cherish, and love you for all of my days. Let this knot be a symbol of our eternal bond and the love we share."

Amoreena then handed the phone to Ari and he repeated the message, fumbling through the words. This felt like their wedding day all over again, but for some reason it felt far more intimate, so much more real and down to earth to who they were deep in their bones. The church was for show, but this was so much more primal and grounded, connected to the earth. It was a ceremony of love, binding them together, fastening their bodies and souls.

“Okay," Ari finished. “So what now?"

“Now we pull," Amoreena gently pulled back, Ari doing the same. “No matter the distance, the paths we walk are now one and together," Amoreena stated, the rope pulling through, sipping over their hands and forming a knot. “The farther we are the stronger the bond, and the closer we are, the safer the tie."

“Oh wow! That's so cool how it just slips through!" Ari's eyes were wide. “Wait, did we just 'tie the knot' again?" Ari smirked.

“Yup, you're officially a dirty pagan like my grandmother and I," Amoreena smirked. “Midnight feasts, naked dancing, and communing with the forces that be."

“Shit, that doesn't sound half bad," Ari gave a little tug on their hand fastening rope, causing Amoreena to fall forward. As though in a practiced motion, he twisted the rope around her, the knot pressing against her heart as he pulled her into his arms. “So, where do I sign up for the naked dancing?"

“That was a joke, ya fool," Amoreena rolled her eyes. “Smooth move by the way."

“Oh, better not tell abuela about that, she hate's jokes," Ari chuckled and kissed his woman's neck, the warmth of the fire tinging her skin with the taste of cedar and smoke. “And I got moves. They normally end with me on my ass, but once in a blue moon they pan out."

“Ari," Amoreena turned to face her husband. “Never change."

Before Ari could say anything Amoreena had leapt up and pressed her lips against his. Ari instinctively gripped her up by her ass, cradling her buns in his strong hands as their lips smacked, their tongues lulling around each other's. The vast difference between the hot of the fire and the icy wind circled around them, coiling in their lungs and prickling over their skin. A gentle gust brushed over the flames, bathing them in a crackling warmth and cloud of smoke, sparks flying over their bodies as sparks shot in their veins.

Their rope was tossed to the side, forgotten in the snow, a mere symbol of what they were about to do. Amoreena broke the kiss, looking down into her man's eyes, their hearts beating against one another as though they could burst from their chests and meld into one as well.

“I really did find the perfect man, huh," Amoreena smiled.

“You getting all mushy on me, Kitten?" Ari kissed her cheek.

“Ah, you wish," Amoreena swiped a tear away and sniffed. “That was from the cold and the smoke."

“Sure, baby doll," Ari brushed his thumb over her cheek, brushing away the damp. “I love you too."

Amoreena came in for another kiss before letting herself slip back down to the ground. Ari's hands slipped up her sides, her sweater riding up her body, the dancing flames catching her alabaster skin, the light ivory kissed by the orange rays of the flames. Amoreena did the same to her man, her hands rolling up his belly, the strong core covered by a healthy layer of fat. He seemed harrier than normal, having stopped trimming due to the cold. Soon they were both topless, Ari's sweater thrown to the side to join their knot and Amoreena doing the same. Her chest was exposed, a duo of lovely petite breasts casting soft shadows across her body, her nips growing hard in the cold.

“It a bit cold, Kitten?" Ari asked, his hands coming to gently cup her breasts, each one gently messaging them just the way she liked. “Can't let the girls freeze."

“Oh Ari, I know you're being a goof, but I can't help but just feel so connected to you right now," Amoreena smirked. “You know I'm not totally, all-in on this spiritual stuff, but I feel like I'm connected to you in a whole new way than before."

“Girl, same," Ari smirked, gently playing with her breasts, keeping them warm as he kissed her forehead. “I feel all tingly inside. It might be the wine, but I feel amazing."

Ari's hands slipped behind his wife, cradling her and gently laying her down on the blanket before the fire. He went down and lifted her legs, pulling off her boots one at a time and tenderly kissing her wool covered sole before setting her boots next to the fire to dry. He then popped the button of her jeans, kissing her bellybutton ring and pausing.

“Can I?" Ari asked, his lips curving into a grin against her belly.

“Oh, you better," Amoreena chuckled. Ari simply grinned wider, pulling her pants down and discarding them with the other clothes. He pulled down her underwear at the same time, exposing her body fully to the cold, the warmth of the fire crackling keeping them in a constant state of burning and frozen. Ari looked down at his wife, the woman was a Valkyrie goddess. Her powerful frame was still supple. Maybe if she flexed super hard she might have the shadow of a four pack, but she had a healthy layer of fat that curved out all her angled edges. His hands rolled over her hips, his thick fingers coming to cup her ass cheeks as he slowly kissed his way down. His chin brushed through the tinny patch of pubic hair before he found his prize, the pert pussy he loved so much.

Ari didn't waste time, he opened his lips and let the tip of his tongue lull over and circle that clit. Amoreena gave a gentle moan, leaning back, her one hand gripping the blanket, her other curling out towards the fire. Ari's lips slowly curled around that clit, light smacking filling the air as he made sure to pet the underside of that emerging bullet with his tongue before swirling and suckling on that love button. He freed a hand and used his thumb to pet those folds, lightly slipping over them, teasing that entrance.

Amoreena was breathing in the smoke, the air crisp and warm at the same time. The biting cold was abated with each crackle of the flames and smack of dutiful lips against her clit. Ari was getting hungrier, his stumble brushing her thighs, lightly playing against her folds as he continued to make out with that dripping peach. Amoreena gasped, her back arching and cracking, her toes splaying in her socks. She felt the blanket beneath her bunch and shrink against her stretching.

Ari felt his pants getting tighter, his jeans digging into his thighs, his cock straining in his boxers and leaking like mad, but nothing was more important than that pussy. He wanted to make his woman moan, bring out every syrupy strand of pleasure he could from that sweet peach as his lips smacked, his tongue flittered, his fingers petted, his moans rolled into those ripe petals.

Amoreena continued to gasp, her teeth gleaming in the firelight, her canines getting sharper, her teeth extending as her jaw elongated. It was smooth, almost unnoticeable to her as her body started to expand. The warmth deep in her chest bloomed, rolling from her abdomen up into her chest, flowing out through her arms and tingling in her mind. Her breasts felt full, tingling with the cold and warmth in a constant dance of hard, then soft, swell then soft. Each repetition making them a little bigger, each breast rolling out farther as Ari continued to feast on her pleasure, making sure she could feel the love in his unspoken words he was writing against her clit.

Amoreena gave a gasp, her breath hitching in her throat as her own tongue flittered, a purr escaping her fangs. As her hair darkened her skin grew darker as well, as though the shadows of the night weren't being banished by the flames anymore. In reality dark fur started to sprawl over her body. It was painless, it was like she was dawning a coat, only the warmth wasn't overpowering. It was like she was always made for the cold, to be nude as midnight fur rolled over her body. Her bones softly popped and cracked, the sound mixing in with the sound of the crackling flames as she continued to expand, her socks tearing open as he toe claws extended, her feet growing out, her toes elongating, her beautiful arch flexing as she rested her heels on her husband's back.

Ari continued to go down on that pussy, his mind lost in the wine and the heat. He continued despite the fur tickling his nose, his tongue lulling further out, his teeth rearranging. He didn't know if he was going mad from horniness, if there was something in the wine, or if he was just going crazy, but his jaw extended outward, his hair growing upwards, his tawny skin getting darker. Black fur, softer than snow started pulling up over his body, his jeans getting tighter until the button popped off, his ass cheeks getting more muscular and tearing out the back as his calves thickened and tore up the seam. His tail bone extended, cracking up into a black cotton tail as his ears elongated, the appendages long and floppy.

Amoreena was purring, her breasts gently rolling back and forth as she ground her hips against her husband's lips, her pussy tingling with the expert tongue lashing she was getting, that tongue more flexible than ever swirled her love button, petting it's underside before those lips would make out with it and smack with tender passion. Amoreena's body expanded, her tailbone extending out into a long luxurious tail as her ears roamed up to the top of her head. With a gasp and a purr, her muzzle cracked forward solidifying her image. She was now a busty black panther, his muscles strong yet hidden beneath a heavy layer of fur, her long lanky body was still packed with size in her thighs and hips, her shoulders strong and set as she continued to purr uncontrollably.

“Ari," Amoreena's voice was deeper and hangered with her pleasure. “I'm going to cum…oh fuck I'm so close!"

“Fucking pop kitten," Ari smacked off that pussy, his tongue lulling over it softer than velvet. His muzzle cracked as he spoke, his voice dropping several octaves. “Show you big strongman how good he is at pleasing his woman."

His Bostin accent curled around her pussy lips before he dove back down, his jaw cracking thicker and more angular, his muzzle dusting with a dark silky beard, his hair rippling, uncurling and turning into a faux hawk. He slipped his fingers over those petals, his lips mulling over that clit and lashing love notes to it with his soft tongue. Fangs formed on his maw, razer blade like teeth almost misplaced on his rabbit maw. His powerful back widened, his legs needing to extend out to keep himself close to that pussy. His thighs crunched, forming teardrops that corded with strength, his feet cracking larger, breaking out of his boots, popping them apart as his vicious claws ripped through them. His feet blew out of those boots, far too small for a rabbit's large feet.

And you know what they say about guys with large feet.

Ari's ass clenched, his thighs flexed, his toes dug into the ground as his jeans tore away, his massive cock springing forward and beating against his powerful abdominals. It had to be a foot and a half of throbbing dog meat, that tapered tip drooling thick globs of pre, the base already knotted up with a double knot, his balls each could overflow Amoreena's hands.

Ari felt the changes, but he didn't care. Something deep inside him, something primal, knew this was okay and that he shouldn't be afraid. He gave a deep snarl, something completely out of place for a rabbit. His eyes flashed open, the duo inky black orbs, his body crunched and expanded out in a big burst, red tiger stripes forming over his fur as though the muscles beneath were tearing through the fur itself. The pleasure burned in his loins, his balls churning with the deep need to be inside his wife, his mate!

He went in for the kill, rolling his “R's" outside of his mouth, the rapid flipping causing his wife to let out a panther screech, her thighs quivering, her toes fanning and tearing away what was left of her socks. Her pussy popped, her cum gushed over Ari's muzzle, matting the fur on his muzzle as he messily kept slurping that sweat peach juice down. He slipped a couple of fingers inside her depths, his powerful digits tipped with claws that he carefully maneuvered so only the softest pats would give her the good ol' “come hither" over that sweet spot.

Amoreena came again, her breasts jostling on her jest and getting larger, massive big tits that could overflow even Ari's massive rabbit mitts. Dark little nips started to form on her chest, new breasts jostling into place beneath the first, each one a smaller set than the last, but with each addition, the tits above would get larger too.

Ari kept playing with his woman's orgasm, keeping her going into a third as he made out with those lips, never letting up until she collapsed onto the blanket as a panting mess. He gave a deep and contented murr, kissing each quivering thigh before getting up on his knees. He towered above Amoreena, his pecs big and full, his chest a series of cobblestones that lead down into a cut Adonis belt, all leading down to a two foot bitch breaker, that double knot looking angry and ready to breed.

“H-Holy shit," Amoreena gasped, looking up at her devious looking man. “You…you're…"

“Hot, I know," Ari gave her a cocky smirk while swiping her femcum from his lips with the back of his hand before licking it up. He brought a hand down to grip her hip, his thick and powerful thumb flicking over that clit and keeping her legs wide and quivering. “You're one to talk, baby girl. You're a real kitten now." Ari murred.

“I…I don't know what's happening," Amoreena confessed. “But I don't care. Fuck, Ari! Get inside me."

“That's my good girl," Ari murred, slapping his dick forward. That fat member slid up between the first few rows of bitch tits on his wife before he dragged it back. “Still giving me permission to raw dog ya?" He smirked, bouncing his brows as he flicked the tip over those sopping folds.

“For the love of Christ! Just fuck meeeeeYEeeahhhh…" Amoreena gasped, purring as that cock started to sink deep into her, the thick globs of pre oozing from that tip coupled with her orgasms made it smooth as silk.

Ari groaned, his cock felt like it was directly linked into his balls, each nut churning with boiling come that was drooling form his cock tip. He didn't know if this whole thing was going to affect Amoreena's birth control, but deep down he knew he didn't care. He just rolled his hips forward until his knot smacked against that clit, his heavy balls smacking against Amoreena's round ass cheeks. Ari felt like he was going to bust any minute, but he would rather die than be shamed as a two pump chump!

He slid back, Ari's eyes rolling into the back of his head. Amoreena was tight, that sexy silk was slurping on his dick so good, not wanting to let it go. He felt as though he came a little bit, like that pussy called forth a dollop of his cum and beckoned him to do more.

“Shit," Ari gasped, thrusting forward, his balls nearly boiling over. “That pussy babe is fucking amazing!"

Ari stopped moving his hips, a serious feat considering they kept twitching, as though they were made for breeding and rutting into sweet pussy. But he took a moment, swiping some sweat from his brow and pulling his ears back. He gripped a piece of rope that he had cut too short before and tied his ears back, fastening them behind his head before he leaned forward. Ari pressed his powerful body onto his wife's, those breasts pushing against his pecs as he made out with Amoreena. She could taste her own sweetness on his tongue, their lips smacking as she slowly started rocking her hips. That cock churned deep inside her love tunnel, the tip kissing a deep sweet spot. Her cervix.

“Babe…" Ari grunted into the kiss.

“What?" Amoreena kept kissing, rocking her hips, but Ari suddenly grabbed her hands, his fingers interlocking with hers and he slammed them above her head, pinning her down.

“Stop…I'm about…oh shit…Shit-shit-SHIT!" Ari thrusted, his hips going into hyper drive as he slammed away. Amoreena's eyes rolled into the back of her head as that cock smacked her cervix, spitting pre at it.

Ari's balls churned as he slammed away, his knot nowhere near being tied before his cock throbbed deep. He gave a deep cry as he came. Cum boiled out of his nuts and warmed that cervix, his cum pipe squelching deep inside her. Amoreena felt that warmth and almost came, her toes flexing as she felt it like a deep pain that was being washed away with liquid pleasure.

Ari slammed down, his hips slowing as he reigned them back in. He gave a few more humps, his cock alight like a burning rod of pleasure plugged into that pussy. A little trickle of cum dripped down over his knot and down over Amoreena's asshole.

“Bit of a short fuse?" Amoreena asked with a smirk.

“I…yes and no…" Ari pulled his cock back. “Let me try something."

Sure, his tip was sensitive, but it wasn't overly so. He pushed in, the thick walls warm and slick with his nut and her pussy juice. Her need still glazed his cock as he drew back and shlicked it back inside. Ari gave a deep growl as that burning need in his nuts boiled up again.

“Fuck! I ain't no two-pump-chump! I'm a fucking minute man," Ari smirked down at his wife before cracking his neck one way, then the other. “You fucking ready for the ride of your life, Kitten? Cuz I've been holding back my hips from thrusting this entire time."

“Fuck babe! Don't stop fucking till that knot is buried deep inside!" Amoreena gasped. Ari heeded her words and let his hips start to move on their own. It was slow at first, like a steam powered train slowly chugging to life. His hips were moving of their own accord. Ari knew he could stop them if need be, but he egged them on, his balls feeling even more full than before. Soon he was chugging at a decent pace, his hips smacking hers, his balls smacking her ass as they roiled with angry seed.

Ari felt like his thrust game was perfect, Amoreena reduced to a mewling kitten on his dick as he slammed away, his cock burning with pleasure as more and more cum oozed out of the tip, globs of it bubbling out and warming that cervix. His cock glazed in a white froth as he churned life into that pussy.

Ari leaned forward to tend to his wife's other needs now that his hips were on autopilot. His tongue lulled across those tits, his lips coming to work over the largest duo on top. With one powerful hand he messaged one, the other he flicked his tongue against that nip.

Amoreena gave a screeching roar as she came, her nips getting hard and squirting a stream of sweet cream deep into Ari's muzzle. He gave a deep murr and kept thrusting, slurping on that nip and gulping down as his hips continued to fly, a thick mess of their cum dripping down his nuts as he continued to smack them against her ass, sliding his dick deep into those needy folds.

That pussy clamped down on that cock, and Ari felt his pleasure peak as he slammed forward, his knot grinding against that opening, but not quite prying it enough as he orgasmed again, his cock throbbing and glorping deep in his wife's depths.

“Fuck," Ari smacked off that tit, his fur standing on end as his orgasm ripped through him, his hips never slowing down as those walls continued to beckon more of that cum from those nuts, the bubbling primordial soup that those balls were churning out felt endless.

“Holy shit Ari! Fuck me! Don't stop!"

“Wouldn't dream of it, baby doll," Ari rumbled, his fangs flashing in the firelight as he rammed harder, thick slop frothing over his cock as he continued to nail his wife. He gripped her legs and pulled them up so he could see her feet.

They were gorgeous. Amoreena's feet were large, clawed, dark as night, and soft as silk. Ari murred, pressing his lips against each toe as he continued to churn his dick inside that love tunnel. The soft musk mixed with her vanilla lotion sent a bolt of pleasure right into Ari's balls, a massive glop of cum splattering against her walls and churning with the mess. Each thrust pushing more cum deep into her womb.

Ari closed his eyes, hugging those legs to himself as he made out with those soles, his tongue licking over the toes and sucking on them as he continued to slam away, the position making that pussy even tighter. He was lost in the pleasure of fucking his wife for what felt like hours, his nose pressed against those soles as he rolled with her pleasurable cries and quivering thighs. How many orgasms was that for her? Twelve? He lost count after his eighth.

Though, the pleasure was starting to build even further, pulling Ari from his reverie. His knot was sinking into that pussy, prying it open with deep powerful thrusts while those walls milked him for every ounce of cum they could, still not satisfied with the many loads that frothed inside her now. But then his knot sank in, his double knots shlorked inside and then popped out immediately. Ari saw stars. He thought the pleasure before was great, but now he was seeing white. He snarled, gripping her knees and pushing them behind her head and slammed away.

“FUCK YES! TAKE IT BABE! GET PREGNANT! GET FUCKING PREGNANT!" Ari had lost his mind as he knot fucked that pussy, the duo of massive bulbs shlorking in and plopping out was like his entire prostate as being slurped on, that his entire body was wrapped in pleasure, a thick glop of cum gushing against her cervix each time that knot popped in and out.

“FUCK YEAH ARI! FUCKING KNOT ME! TIE ME! KNOCK ME THE FUCK UP! BREED ME!"

Ari slammed forward and snarled, his knots had swollen so large he couldn't pull out, so instead, he shoved in, his tip grinding and bullying that cervix as he slammed forward and smack, his entire dick churning in those depths as his balls rose up.

“FUCK YEAH KITTEN! GET READDY FOR YOUR MAN'S MASSIVE FUCKING NUT! HIS BABIES! OUR FUCKING BABIES, BABE! GET FUCKING KNOCKED UP BABE!"

Ari felt the pleasure building. Before it was like each orgasm was pumped out of a large vat of pleasure, but now it was like the barrel was tipping over, getting ready to spill everything deep into that womb.

“FUCK YES! BREED ME!" Amoreena screamed out before Ari let out a deafening roar. The forest shook, snow fell from trees as Ari's entire knot throbbed, the cum pipe distending as that barrel of pleasure was flipped upside down and sent gushing down his cum pipe. His prostate snapped into action, surging forward thick bouts of cum. That tip swelled, yawning open before a tar like torrent of seed gargled aggressively directly into that womb.

Amoreena came. Each throb of that cock sent her over the edge as that knot swelled larger, locking them in place as her pussy distended form that massive knot tying them together. Her belly glorbed and gargled as load after massive load crashed into one another, squelching and gargling deep inside her unprotected womb. Ari roared, snarling, his tail hiked high, his pucker clenching with each shot, his taint warping with each powerful jet of cum that his taint flexed into his wife.

And still the cum poured, deep into that snatch. Their minds were lost to the pleasure as they came, each tug of that knot throwing Amoreena into another gushing spray of pleasure while Ari felt like his nuts would never stop dumping deep into his wife's womb.

***

The sun started to rise, the fire pit extinguished long ago, the two a thick sticky mess as they watched the sun rise, making out as they settled into the afterglow of their love making.

Adversely, Amoreena's mother was getting up to make her morning coffee when she noticed something specific on the recipe card she had read to Ari the day before.

“Secret Furry Recipe?" She narrowed her eyes before sighing. “Whatever. It's just a different combination of spices. Probably because that old wolf didn't like star anise." She yawned and slipped the card back into her recipe tin before tending to her coffee.

“Very sweet of him," she rubbed one eye. “Hopefully they'll finally have some grandchildren for me to spoil soon enough."

She had no idea.

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