*a quick Authors note: I know smut makes some people uncomfortable so I most likely won't ever write it in detail, but I will describe the emotion of love in becoming mates. It will also be a shorter chapter, Hope that's OK with yall. Enjoy <3*
After a few moments Karee slowly pulled back from the
kiss, face red while she looked at the taller male who was kneeled before her moments ago, his eyes wide in shock. "Rontu, I'm aware we haven't known each other very long but in the time we have I have seen how caring and kind you are. You helped me even though you had no reason to, gave me a home, and have protected me. I know it might be sudden but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you'll have me, I'd like to be your mate." She says, her voice solft but full of emotion.
Rontu said nothing for a moment,frozen while trying to process what had just happened and what he had heard. The girl looked at him nervously afraid she had said something wrong. "Rontu-" She goes to say but before anymore words could leave her lips his strong arms engulfed her in a tight but warm embrace.
"It would be the greatest honor of my life to become your
mate, I love you more than I can express. If you are sure you want me, I know I want you." Pure joy leaks from his voice causing her to melt into his arms.
As the sun finishes setting on the horizon causing the 2 moons to rise enveloping the 2 in its calm and peaceful glow they share a kiss before holding each other hands and walking back to their home. Once they arrived Karee went and sat on the pelt bedding in Rontu's bedroom. Rontu entered behind her and crossed the room, his gaze locking with Karee's, a mixture of nervousness and tenderness in his eyes. She finally lifted her gaze, her own eyes mirroring his emotions. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words. Rontu took a deep breath, the air catching in his throat. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, affraid she would change her mind. Karee smiled, a small, shy smile that tugged at his heart. "More than sure." she whispered back, her hand reaching across the space between them, her fingers intertwining with his.
The night unfolded slowly, punctuated by awkward silences and fits of giggles. They fumbled with clothes, their hands clumsy and unsure. There were moments of doubt, whispers of "are you sure?" and "should we stop?", but their desire for each other, the love that had blossomed between them, outweighed their anxieties.
The night wasn't perfect. It wasn't a scene out of a romantic movie. There were fumbled attempts, hesitant touches, and a lot of laughter. But in the midst of the awkwardness, a profound beauty bloomed. The vulnerability, the shared laughter, the raw honesty, it created a bond that transcended the physical act.
They found their rhythm, their bodies moving in sync, their breaths mingling in the darkness. The fear melted away, replaced by a quiet understanding, a deep connection that went beyond the physical. It was a night of intimacy, a night of love and passion, a night that etched their love onto the fabric of their souls.
When the sun finally rose, painting the village in hues of pink and gold, they lay nestled in each other's arms, surrounded by pelts exhausted but content. They had crossed a threshold, a line drawn in the sand. It hadn't been the perfect night, but it was theirs, a shared experience, a memory woven into the tapestry of their love story.
The night of their first time wouldn't be remembered for its perfection, but for its rawness, its honesty, and the love that shone through it all, a love that had blossomed in the awkwardness and bloomed in the intimacy. They had shared something precious, something that would forever bind them together. Rontu stroked Karee's black locks as she slowly drifted to sleep, a peaceful smile on both of their faces. Rontu grabs one of the nearby pelts and goes to place it over his new mate to ensure she stays warm and comfortable. As he places it over her nude body he spots a red coyote mark on her skin just above her right collarbone causing his smile to widen. He wraps her up ensuring she is comfortable before placing a delicate kiss on her forehead.
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Healing The Beastworld
FantasyA herbologist dies and wakes in a land of beast. In this world females are expected to have multiple mates and bare many cubs. Can a young woman from the modern world adapt to her new surroundings and make a difference OR is she doomed to die an eve...