'Is this what it feels like?' I ponder, staring at myself in the mirror all too many flaws apparent in the reflection. 'To be drowning? My chest is heavy and it's hard to breathe...' The scars on my legs are somehow visible to me under my fur. What ugly things they are. The little paunch I could never get rid of. What an ugly thing it is. The wide rimmed glasses sitting on my face, framing all too plain brown eyes. What ugly things they are. 
My tail curls up and between my legs, ‘Why did I even agree to this?’ I think, looking about for some reason to leave. I clench my fists and force a deep breath. ‘No. No going back, Justin.’ I stretch out a white paw and open the door, stepping into the bedroom timidly. 
There he is, sitting, waiting for me. I'm ready for anything he may say, I've heard it all before. 
“Don't be so nervous. You're beautiful.”
“Well it's not-” I look up incredulously. “What did you say?”
He stands and takes a few steps, closing the distance between us. Those beautiful green eyes of his taking in every bit of my body. I try to shrink down and hide myself from view. His fingers trace the lines of my face, moving me to look into his eyes. “I said you shouldn't be so nervous, you're beautiful.”
I should have expected it. But I still jump when his lips meet mine, when his arms wrap around me. I almost start giggling when I see his tail wagging happily. How absurd. Can he really be that happy? The next moment he pushes me onto the bed, I gasp, ‘How did we get here?’ I wonder incredulously. But there's no time for those thoughts, he's atop me, growling playfully as he bites my neck. There! I melt into him, moaning, clutching at him, but we haven't even truly begun.
I feel one of his paws creeping down, down my side and over my belly button, and finally to my sheath. I knew it was coming and still I yelp, slapping him across the face. He sits back to look at me, here it comes, the scorn, the rage. I knew this was a bad idea. But no, he just looks at me with worry. “I'm not moving too fast for you am I?” 
I feel my mouth open, but no words come out. Only the barest squeak. 
“We can wait until you're ready, don't worry.”
“W-wait! I… I am ready, I just need to remember... you're not... him.” 
He looks at me with those worrying eyes. “He can never hurt you again, you know that. But I don't want to hurt you on accident.”
“You won't. I know you won't. Because… Because… Cause.” I falter to a stop.
“Because I love you.”
My face reddens quickly. “Yeah…”
And there he goes again, his body pressed against mine, kissing and biting. I shiver and moan his name. “Alex~” It's a plea, I need him, I'm ready for him. His paw is back on my sheath and I freeze for a second. Slowly, with many accompanying kisses and bites he coaxes my member from it's home. I look at my gray-furred lover just as I feel it. He repositions ever-so-slightly and our cocks are touching, his paw stroking them slowly. He silences my next moan with his lips, pushing his tongue into my maw. 
I can tell just from the touch… ‘He’s so much bigger than me.’ I think nervously, but it's too late. I have to do this now or I never will. I pull him close, clutching at his fur. “Please…!” All I need is the one word. He knows exactly what I mean. He steps away and I feel so vulnerable. He returns, a small bottle of lube in his grasp. 
“Its strawberry.” He says, chuckling. He guides me into a more comfortable position. My face in the pillow and my ass in the air. I shiver as the first few drops slide between my cheeks and over my tailhole. Hes quick. Using his paw to gently hold me in place while his thumb pushes around the lube before… 
“Ah!” My toes curl and I shiver as his thumb pushes in. That goes off without a hitch and I feel his hand lift, and then his two fingers push into me. I bite down on the pillow to hold back a scream. ‘He’s doing it!’ I marvel. But all too soon he pulls them out and I feel him atop me again.
“You ready hun?” He asks, I just keep my head buried in the pillow and nod, my muffled sound of nervous confirmation quietly traveling to his ears. I grab and pull at the sheets as I feel his tapered tip against my lubed pucker, he leans forward and achingly slowly slides the first inch or two inside of me. I wince a little, it's much thicker than his fingers, but the shaky hitching gasp I hear is enough to help me relax. “F-fuck you're tight.” He whispers.
He starts to push forward, then pull back, driving a tiny bit more in with each thrust until finally I feel it, it hits that special place inside of me. The next, and loudest, and neediest moan pushes past my lips and somehow I know I need to push back against him, so I do. My body sings with this electric feeling, god is this what sex is supposed to be like? I tear up and shudder, joyful for this moment. I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He’s quivering now. 
I notice it then, his knot pressed up against my entrance, did I manage to take all of him in one go? Finally, after ages of my passage squeezing around him and he moves of his own accord. Rocking back, pulling out as far as he can before driving himself back home. I scream his name. Again! Again! Again! “Oh god…!” I start, tapering off into a moan while his balls slap against me. He bites the scruff of my neck and the sensations all change. I am his. I know this now. He is my mate and will protect me. I know this now.
I can feel that pressure building, my cock dripping pre onto the bed and twitching when- “Ahhhhhhhnnnn~!” I call out, my body shaking from the orgasm while my seed spills out onto the bed. But… but he's still going, not giving me a break. My tongue lolls out of my mouth and I just lay there, paralysed in pleasure.
I can feel him speed up, shorter strokes, slamming my prostate. Until he stops completely, he lets go of my scruff and grabs my ass posessively, driving his thick swollen knot into me with a growling moan. My toes curl as I feel his hot cum shoot into me. He keeps my rump in that death grip for some time before finally he leans back over me and pulls me to the side. Almost immediately his tongue lashes out, a holdover from our primitive ancestors, bonding with his mate. 
“We made a mess…” I say, meekly trying to joke. 
He just hugs me tighter and mumbles in my ear: “I need to clean my sheets anyway.” I decide to keep the moment and not mention that I tore a hole in one of his pillows.