Moonlit Proposal

Five months to the day since you met your wifwolf girlfriend
Back at the place you met, a tiny hardware store/deli/gas station
weird combo of a place, but it made perfect sense for this little town off the beaten path
you were just passing through on a trip to visit family
car had trouble
she helped you out
you hit it off
here you are, five months later, where it all started
lazy autumn afternoon, only a couple other people in the place, no pressure
sitting at one of the tiny tables, eating sandwiches
you dig a small box out of your pocket, place it on the table and push it towards her
She looks at you a little surprised and confused, either she's a little dense and not putting two and two together, or she doesn't expect this out of you and you've just fucked up an otherwise beautiful relationship
feels like your heart stops in your chest and seconds drag on into eternity, like your whole existence is balanced on a knife's edge and oblivion is below
she opens the box
reads the little note "Will you marry me?"
looks at the ring, symbolic knotwork and a moonstone setting
her eyes get glassy
"Of course I will you idiot."

Back at her cabin on her family land
emotions still high, joyous, right next to blissful really
Beautiful strawberry blonde with grey/green eyes that's just agreed she wants to spend the rest of her life with you has you against a wall
Her mouth is at your ear
"I love you. I love you so damn much. I want to be with you, grow old with you, raise your children. But..."
"But what?"
"I want you to be like me too. You know?"
You knew. You'd talked about it before. But you'd waffled, unsure then. It was a big decision, life changing in ways nothing else was or could be.
But right now, you were sure. You knew. With her, forever, you could overcome anything; any social consequences, any stigma, anything.
You grab your shirt collar, pull it aside to expose your shoulder.
"It's going to hurt, pretty bad."
"Doesn't matter."
Her teeth are on your skin and she bites. Hard.
Hard enough to bruise, hard enough to hurt a bit, but not hard enough to break skin.
She comes away and you look at her confused.
"Can't now. Has to be under the moon. But I wanted to be sure you were sure."
She smiles broadly, then wraps a hand up in your hair, makes a fist and pulls your head over to the side so she can aggressively kiss your neck under your jaw.
"Get out of your pants."
It isn't a request, or even a statement. It's a command and you both happily and quickly obey.
She's stripped off her soft flannel shirt, exposing her ample chest and damn near chiseled abs.
Her pants and underwear are carelessly stripped away and tossed aside. The trimmed tuft of her mound is damp with her arousal.
You kiss her nipples and she makes those soft sounds you've come to cherish.
Her hand is on your engorged member, and then it's her mouth.
She comes back up just so she can use her superior height and strength to push you to the floor on your back.
Experience tells you this is going to leave bruising. And you don't care.

She guides herself onto you. The heat of her body envelopes your cock.
No condom, no precautions.
Her hands on your shoulders, pinning you down.
Her eyes lock with yours.
"Put babies in me."
You feel like you're flying into oblivion. It's the most intense orgasm you've ever had, and that's saying something given the things she's done to you before.
Your response drives her over her own edge, and she howls as she rides out her orgasm on top of you.
For a long while, you both just lay there with your member still inside her. A tangled sweaty mess of heavily breathing bodies and sprawled limbs.

A week later, and the moon is full.
The night is chilly, the sky is clear, the air is full of the scent of fallen and rotting leaves.
A familiar roan wolf is at your side.
She wasn't kidding. A wolf's bite hurts, a lot.
But at least it's only a flesh wound.
And she helps you bandage it up after.

"So. Mom...."
"Oh, that's lovely dear. When can your Father and I expect puppies?"
"So. Dad...."
"You"re a pervert son. But you're my pervert and I love you."