He pushed her against the carpeted wall, a burning desire churning through their rubbing bodies. She raised a paw to caress his neck, but he gripped her wrist and pinned it assertively against the wall. Their tongues wrestled furiously with each other, light strands of saliva bonding their panting mouths whenever they parted.

"Ri.. Richard..."

He presses his lips against hers yet again, forcing a moan out of her as his powerful hands proceeded to caress her waist through the thin silk material that covered her slender, fragrant body. She moaned and panted, her own paws pressing against his bare, sculpted chest, reveling in the warmth of his dark-grey fur and the firmness of his muscle. Their lips parted, only to have him take her neck with renewed desire, planting warm kisses all the way up her soft cheeks to her ear.

"I will conquer all of you this night." he whispers "I will ensure my bed is soaked with the sweet juices of your desire."

He pushes a portion of her long, beautiful auburn hair back and the dim candlelight revealed her strong state of arousal. He looks down at her feminine chest, nipples erected and grazing against her gown in lustful anticipation.

"Brittany, my lady. You will not suppress anything before me. I will hear you submit."

With a powerful animalistic grunt, he takes her left nipple in the warm wetness of his talented tongue.

"Ah!"

She threw her head back against the wall, eyes shut and with both paws around his head, pressing him against her chest. He continued to swirl the hardened nub, soaking the portion of her gown in his warm saliva while snaking his hand under her gown and caressing the length of her back. She moaned and shuddered in out-worldly jolts of pleasure.

He moved his hands from her back to her belly, slowly lifting her loose gown and nearly sending her over her limits of anticipation, knowing she was going to be bare before him and would soon be fully dominated by his strength. He rubbed and squeezed her belly softly, feeling it rise and fall with her breathing, running his hands through her smooth, glossy fur.

"You want to release for me already, my sultry beauty. Don't worry, I will make it happen."

He went back to her ear, "Again, and again."

Brittany shuddered with excitement at the thought and soon-to-be reality, until she opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of a rosary crucifix hanging out from the edge of a table.

"Oh, Richard!" she said in an alarmed tone "We have sinned greatly!"

Even in his strong, sexual drive, Richard knew exactly why she had suddenly broken the mood. Although they had met every year since they were pups, they were not yet married. The Church had strictly shunned fornication, and as one about to be knighted, Richard knew he should have known better than to give in so easily to lust. He slowly withdrew his hands from her and placed them on her shoulders, both of them still breathing heavily from the recent activity.

"Brittany, you know... that I'll never disrespect you. If you do not wish to continue.." he was cut off, and there was a look of realization and guilt in his eyes.

She felt sorry for having to bring his advances to an abrupt halt, and she knew her body still betrayed her conscience. But of all, her vow to stay pure before marriage was one to keep.

"I... do not." she said softly "But know that I still love you!"

That seemed to compensate. Richard's face lit up and they stared lovingly into each other's eyes, before he cupped her face in his paws and brought himself to her lips once more. He then broke away and stroked her cheek.

"Do you want to retire to your chambers?"

"Oh, no." she replied "I intend to dream tonight with your arms around me. I have waited too long to be by your side."

He thought for a moment, fearing his instincts would overcome him again when he would embrace and bring her smooth, near-exposed body against his while they slept.

"Your wait was not in vain." he said, smiling.

He had also looked forward with much fondness for this treasured moment, ever since he laid eyes on Brittany when she arrived at Chester Castle on her move from her estate in crowded London. He may have been very young at the time and inexperienced in emotions, but he had felt a connection between the two of them. He was not spared from the occasional pangs of jealousy, however, as he would often see her in the company of Alvin, his cousin.

However, the years passed. Maturity set in, and he could see that Brittany, too, was beginning to discover herself not only as a woman of nobility, but also as a future wife and mother. Her once childish behavior with Alvin soon began to cease. She spent her teen years with much more alone time with Richard, whom she felt had so much experience in him, for he was much older than Alvin. Years of knightly discipline in preparation for chivalry and diligent exercise had molded his muscles firm and tested, and his face masculine. When asked by Richard to clear his doubts, she told him that Alvin was a good "introduction to the world" for her and a younger friend, but Richard would be her exceptional, her champion.

Now, as fully grown chipmunks, marriage was in serious consideration for the two and their respective Houses. It was a rarity in their society that two families could arrange a union between two beings who would not only strengthen their Houses, but also who loved each other dearly.

Only a few weeks ago, when she had finally decided to move from Chester Castle to Richard's newly inherited castle in York, the both of them knew the day when they would be wed was finally in sight.

"I should write my cousin an invitation." he thought "Surely he'll be overjoyed for us."

There was a harsh knocking on the door.

"Sir! An urgent message from your uncle!"

Richard grabbed his woolen shirt from a chair and quickly put them on, while Brittany proceeded to sit on the bed. He opened the door halfway, and Brittany could see the two of them hastily discussing over something. After about a minute, the courier left and Richard walked over to her while reading from the parchment, mouthing the words in silence. He stopped in his tracks.

"How?" he said to himself, eyes scrolling the text "How was this possible?!"

He looked over at Brittany's concerned face, and then back at the message. Without another word, he turned to the table and unsheathed his sword with one hand, sending the sheath flying across the room. He bolted out the door and after the courier.

"Halt!"