"That, my dear Baron, is how cats do it," Haru said, not entirely satisfied – though by no means completely unsatisfied – by his idea of how the wedding night should go.

"That is what we are, my love," he answered; though he too had been aware that there was something seriously lacking.

"Only to a certain extent," Haru replied, looking across the pillows at her new husband. "Hold still, and let me show you what I mean," she said, gently pushing him down into the bed so that he lay on his back, facing her.

She straddled his waist, above the pelvis, and leant down to nibble his neck, then his jaw-line, then around his large, soft ears. Stopping for a moment to look at him, Haru saw that Baron had closed his eyes: a defence against whatever movement he might make if he looked at her. Rising from her seat, she kissed him, long and loving, as her hands caressed the fur-covered muscles in his chest.

Her tail curled in the air above them, a peachy, orange brown. It brushed his nether-regions gently when she sat back down, and she felt him harden behind her as she slid further down his body, licking the dip at the base of his neck.

His fur felt cold where her tongue had been, and a yearning gripped him when she moved away. He felt her turn around, not daring to open his eyes. Then he couldn't help it, she was doing something to him that made him want so sit up and fall to pieces at the same time. His green gaze saw her furred cheeks, he felt her tail wind around his neck and he rose on his elbows, allowing himself to be pulled by forces he didn't understand.

"Haru?" he asked, his breath coming quickly. He was hungry for her, but he didn't know what to do with this hunger.

"Yes Baron?" she returned.

He felt her whiskers tickle his tail as she rubbed ears and cheek against his leg, her breasts over his stiffened cat-hood. He saw her promiscuous opening before him, and reached out for it, as Haru had done – with his mouth, a new experience for him. He could smell her ripeness, and his own tongue soon found her salt, sweet as sugar and far more intoxicating.

"Ah!" Haru gasped. Her shoulders came up, her back stayed down; she was frozen in place.

He took back his tongue, letting his lust guide him, his nose firmly gliding along the folds of the woman he loved until he couldn't reach any further, and he had to lay back.

Haru took her legs back, no longer covering her lover's body with her own. She traced kisses up his body – from his firmness to his navel, from his navel to his chest, from his chest over his shoulders. She tucked her head into his armpit and purred for a moment, letting her tail caress him, slipping one leg back between his, then over again.

She rested her hands on his chest and her chin on her hands, breathing his scent before she moved again.

"Baron," she whispered, sliding herself into place over him, making him groan. "Baron, look at me," Haru ordered, putting her hand behind her neck and lifting him from the pillows.

His emerald eyes were dark and hungry when he opened them, and when he saw her he could not stop himself from grabbing her through her hair and making her kiss him.

Baron would have broken away in disgust at his complete lack of control, but Haru wouldn't let him, and after a moment, he didn't care. The movement of her pelvis against his and her tongue tickling his lips made everything else that wasn't the feeling of her disappear to him until he was spent.

With a sigh, Haru released him and let him lie back, separating gently until she lay beside him, her hand on his chest, and his on her hip.

"That was much better," she said quietly, a sleepy smile on her lips.

"From now on, my love, we do things your way in the bedroom," Baron gasped out, exhausted but excited. He had had no idea that anything could be as wonderful as that.

"Mm-hmm, but you remember to take the lead sometimes," Haru said, almost asleep.