If you were church, I'd get on my knees

Watching the gamut of emotions pass by over Briar's beautiful face had been everything the young brute had hoped for and more. He'd known for a long, long time that Briar was the wolf he was going to marry, who would be his queen, stand by his side through the ages, raise a family with him. Now, with this monumental step taken between the two of them, they were right on the precipice of that promised future together. He wanted Briar to feel special—because she was. He wanted her to feel loved and important and cared for, because she was. Briar was his everything, his first thought in the morning and his last thought at night. She deserved to know nothing but love and care and happiness for all her days. Artorias vowed to bring her everything she deserved in life, no matter the cost. A husband should do no less for his wife, after all.

As they kissed again, Briar basically melted into him, collapsing into his embrace while they savored the moment and each other. Her forelegs looped around his neck while his found their way around her slender sides, holding her close and tight to him while he pressed his lips back to hers with a low, pleased masculine rumble in his chest. He murred with delight when he tasted her, their tongues dancing between connected mouths while they made out beneath the twinkling canvas of stars in the heavens above. Here, atop the tower of the castle, the two lovers had made so many profound discoveries and advances in their relationship over the years they'd known one another. Tonight would be no different, and just as this had been the site where they'd sealed their official relationship with a kiss, so too would the galaxies and constellations above bear witness as the couple anointed their engagement in love and passion.

Gently slipping a strong forearm around the small of Briar's back to scoop her closer to him, Artorias gently shifted his weight forward, moving to usher Briar onto her back and lower himself above her, their muzzles remaining connected the entire way. He navigated by feel, eyes still closed while he savored his lover, heavy breaths broken up by quiet groans while the brute pressed himself against his fae. His tongue slipped into her maw, tasting all of her while eager paws roamed familiar curves of her body. Her feline claws combed through his fur and pricked at his skin with such a lovely sensation that had become a staple of their romance, coaxing quiet growls from the Carpathian brute. Azure paws wandered south down the Fatalis woman's body, circling over shapely hips and tracing claws through the thin fur on her inner thighs. Artorias' motions were slow, savoring, lavishing in the touch and feel and taste of Briar all around him. He wanted this moment to be as unforgettable as possible—and so he would do just that.

"Artorias Carpathius"