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An endless expanse of black floated lazily by, like a cloth the haunting opaque color of night; far off in the distance in any and all directions, though, there are stars - countless points of impossibly powerful light, miniscule flames burning forever bright as beacons in an ebony ocean. Space: where more mysteries lie hidden than anywhere else - the single forever, the inky black infinity deeper than death and wider than the bounds of curiosity.

Life still exists in this silent emptiness: the Soanth, steel sojourner under my command - the Fleet Admiral of the Gizian Army, Ra'Zim - glides effortlessly on through the void. A glorious behemoth of such legendary prowess and grandeur is fit for no other than me and the single love of my life, a beautiful male wolf with glossy raven fur on a body just bordering on slim... a body best described only as perfect - his name is Kazdan. His eyes - just another one out of the multitudes of other beautiful things about him - are the color of the sky on a cool autumn morning, a sweet tint of ice-blue that hold a soft sort of serenity... a silent kind of beauty.

Now, I look into those eyes, and smile because of that - I want nothing else than to be where I am right now, standing in the center of the room holding my wonderful mate's paws in my own. The scenic window of the bedroom spans an entire wall in front of us; it showcased insignificant stars and gargantuan galaxies and nebulas, massive swathes of watercolor on a canvas of liquid ebony. It's all reflected in his eyes and multiplied a thousandfold.

I gently run my thumbs over his, letting the claws trail through the soft, thick fur; I smile when he responds with a squeeze, and then I lean so slightly forward to nuzzle him. That's where his natural scent is the strongest - under his chin, his neck, where those two come together... it's a wonderful scent, as soft as his eyes and as sweet as his heart; it's a familiar scent too, the one I always fall asleep to and that I always awake to. That smell, those eyes, that fur, that body, that face, even the web of scars from past incidents on his right foot... they all come together on this one wonderful wolf, this being of otherworldly beauty. The small imperfections - everything that identifies him as different and unique - all form a single true perfection, named Kazdan.

His arms curl around my waist and hold me to him; naturally, I close my eyes and just relax. I know I'm safe with him - I cannot fall asleep unless his arms are tight around me. All I've ever wanted is to be his forevermore... and such a thing is possible, isn't it? Not everything that begins has to end - this universe we drift through is but one example, and our love is surely another. Looking up at him, I notice those two sapphires of eyes are closed; I lean forward, ever-so-slightly, and kiss his cheek. A saccharine smile pulls the corners of his lips up, and then - without evening opening his eyes - he returns the kiss, but on my nose.

His lips stay there for a good three seconds or so before pulling away; my paws slide up his back, fingers tracing small trails in his liquid-shadow fur. He seems to read my thoughts, as our lips meet and lock once, then again, and again, the final stretching off into who knows how long... and who cares? Upon breaking it, I find that the same sweet smile has spread to my face as well, and he rests his head on my chest - neither of us are wearing clothes, and it's thanks to the powerful insulation and heating system of the Soanth that we're not frozen, standing here in the center of the room.

I rest my muzzle between his ears and begin stroking his fur softly; he pulls back and makes to say something, but I bring a finger to his lips and search his eyes for whatever it might have been that he was going to say - words aren't needed. I take his paw, intertwining my fingers with his, then lead him to the almost regal bed on the other side of the room... the only sound then is the soft rustling of the covers when he lays down and then when I follow. My arm wraps easily around him and pulls him close; he relaxes against me and releases a long, content sigh.

We stay like this for a while, me curled up around him and grasping his paw. My feet sweetly rub against his - especially that right one, with all of the scars woven into the surface that feel so smooth and... and different on my pawpads. He pushes those feet back against mine, knowing how they make me feel... that's one of the countless things I love about him - how he always knows exactly what I want or what I'm thinking. Me? I'm just blessed by whatever gods that may exist to have someone as amazing and unique as him.

With a single claw, I draw lazy circles in the fur of his chest; he wriggles a bit and snuggles closer to me, then drapes his tail over my legs and brushes it against mine. His paw comes up and holds mine where it is, sharing some of the sweet warmth that he always seems to have. His breath is soft, calm, unburdened by any stress or worry... and so is mine.

He moves my paw from his chest to his lips, and holds it there for a while before rolling over and facing me, looking into my eyes and smiling. I lean forward and rub my nose against his, and in response, he tilts his head upwards and our lips meet once again. He draws back, slowly, lips still in form, and then mouths three words to me - his soft breath tickles the fur of my face and I mouth them back. He brings his arms up around me and he pulls me close, bringing me to shut my eyes and snuggle into his fur, breathing in his comforting and familiar scent. Everything about him brings me that same comfort and makes me feel safe... and, everything about him makes me all kinds of content and happy. Though, with such a wonderful, beautiful, sexy wolf, how can I be anything but happy? I'm glad to be able to call him mine... I'm really, really glad.

I place one of my paws in the middle of his chest and run my fingers through his heavenly black fur, carefully letting my claws scritch the skin underneath. He watches me face, already seeming to know my intent, and places his paw on mine again. He slowly pulls it down his chest, down his belly, below that... there he stops, and kisses my nose. I keep it there for a while, just below his belly button - still moving my fingers, still massaging the skin underneath the fur - but, then, I slide my paw down so it rests on his sheath. He smiles and presses his hips almost imperceptibly upward; upon feeling this, I give his sheath a soft squeeze, and then again, and again.

His pink tip emerges from his sheath - I roll him over onto his back and position my muzzle just above, already able to smell the heavy musk from what has already been revealed. The distance between my lips and his cock closes, and I let my tongue play freely all around that tip - with one paw, I massage his sack, coaxing the rest of his member out and licking the hot length as it does. His breath increases slightly in both tempo and intensity when I pull his knot out at the end... it's warm, thick, impressive, like the rest of his cock. The rich, musky flavor has already filled my mouth and head, and I can feel myself grow harder with each lick I give it.

A soft breath is exhaled from between his lips when I pull the first few inches or so of his meat into my mouth. It's a familiar shape, a familiar scent, a familiar taste... contoured but smooth, with a powerful and delicious flavor that I just want more and more of. My head bobs down a bit farther, and as it does, I cup his meat in my tongue to drink in all of that heavy taste that I can and to bring him the most pleasure. He takes the back of my head in his paws and pulls me down, at the same time pushing upward with his hips: I follow his lead and pull him into my throat, his knot so, so close to my lips.

He releases my head and drops his paws to the bed at his sides. I pull him out of my muzzle a bit - far enough for me to freely swirl my tongue around his tip - and then bob back down, causing a hot sigh of rapture to escape his already parted lips. That happens every time, each time ending with me somehow managing to pull his marvelous cock slightly farther into the back of my muzzle and throat than the time before. His knot is warm against my chin, and his glorious musk thick and heavy in my nostrils; he brings his paws to the back of my head again and holds me there - his knot maybe an eighth of an inch from my mouth - and then releases me.

I lick at his tip again, tasting the tangy pre on my tongue, and then share that taste with him by crawling up over him and pulling his lips to mine. He tickles the underside of my throbbing hard cock with his fingers, every once in a while moving his arm a bit to give it a stroke or two. His own just-as-hard meat tentatively brushes against the fur around my tailhole because of my position over him; our eyes meet and he gives me that one smile that only he can give. I press down on his cock, murring in my throat at how he leans his head back and closes his eyes when he slides up into me. My eyes drift shut, too, at that very same feeling - he's so thick and so warm, pushing upwards into a part of me that belongs only to him.

His paws come up to my hips and he pulls me down; I reach out and keep a paw on his chest mainly for balance, but also to feel that fine. Fine body of his; he pushes his own hips upward, bringing a slight pain due to his considerable length; I let my mouth hang open and allow the moans and sighs to come as they do; everything melds together while still staying so individual and beautiful, each action - each thrust or push, each moan and gasp, each sigh - another note in a grand symphony in the key of love.

One of his paws comes up off my hip and grasps my paw in the air between us, our fingers intertwined and each gripping the other tightly. I bounce up and down on him, releasing another soft "nngh~" every time I descend and he slides up a bit farther into me. I can feel his knot pressing against the rim of my tailhole each time... I love the sweet mix of pleasure and pain it brings.

He moves his paw from my other hip and takes my cock in it to begin stroking quickly and heavily. I can feel his urgency and how close he is in his paw and thrusts, in his breathing and his moans... I can feel it in every fragment of his existence. The raw passion and pure ecstasy running through our blood, through our souls, our hearts, our cocks... his paw intertwined with mine grips suddenly harder, the claws digging slightly into the fur and skin beneath - he lets out a string of shouted moans as he pushes far up into me, shooting out his thick and powerful load. My eyes roll up behind closed lids as he pours out into me, sending me over the edge as well - my own cum spurts out onto his chest and muzzle, and his tongue flits out to lick it off.

Our breath and hearts slowing down, I lie on top of him and let his meat slide out of me; his arms come up around me and we enter another deep kiss that neither of us wants to end. There is nothing I could want other than to be where I am right now.

The kiss breaks; our eyes meet.

Happy anniversary.

I love you.