Siberian Love by Taby's

[Chapter One]

>You’re making your way home along the winding highway
>Its late, the sun had long since descended behind the horizon
>The only things that illuminated the black cold world around you was your car’s headlights and the passing streetlights
>The working ones
>You make your way through the maze that is the city’s outer suburbia
>Slowly you roll the car up the drive way and into the carport
>You’re extra careful when you close the door as you step inside
>The house is black
>Not a creature was stirring
>But you knew better
>Quickly dumping your coffee-stained shirt into the laundry basket, you tip toe your way past the bedroom door with the little star to the bathroom
>On eggshells, you slowly turn on the light
>Fucking hell it’s bright
>As usual, you almost trip over your own feet as your eyes adjust
>Still got dad’s unkoness
>As delicately as you can, you turn on the tap, brush you teeth and fill up the basin with hot soapy water
>You wash yourself, trying to work the smell of blood, the OR and anti-septic gloves off your face and hands
>You never seemed to manage it
>At least for her not to notice
>You hoped it gave your scent a bit of individuality
> “Hospitalé By Anoń”
>Yeah, chicks love that
>Yours certainly does
>You quickly wrap up cleaning your hands and face and go for a shower
>The waters warm to the touch
>Your senses just melt away with it
>Fuck you needed this
>You wanted this
>But brevity is key, and so a long shower must wait
>You dry off, looking around for a pair of-
>Bingo
>Draped over the towel rack was a pair of your boxer shorts
>The ones with the claw and bite marks
>God she was such a tease
>Boxers on, clean clothes in hand you make it out of the shower, past the door with the star and down the long hallway up to the master bedroom
>You slowly creak the door open
>You hoped to enter without disturbing the tranquillity of the bedroom, but the squeaky hinges of the door dashes any chance of a quiet arrival
>A slender figure on the bed stirred awake, rolling over to face you
>At the sight of your darkened silhouette a smile grew on her muzzle
>“Mmm…hey hon.”
>“Delilah” You lean in for a kiss, her muzzle greeting your mouth and your tongues dancing in a quick, warm tango “Sorry I woke you.”
>She hushes you concerns away, rubbing the side of your unshaven face softly “Hush you sweet, silly man and get in bed with me.”
>She attempts to lift the covers for you to slide in, but she settles for slightly ruffling up the covers before her arm falls limp in exhaustion
>You smile as you slide in with her, pulling the covers over the two of you as she embraces you as the big spoon
>The feeling of her thick and fluffy fur against your cool skin was pure bliss
>One of the few things that came with winter you looked forward to
>Snuggling deep under the covers with your Huskie wife
>“So, how was work?” She softly asks
>“Good…busy as,” You let out a muted yawn “as usual, I’m knackered hun.”
>“Oh, is that right?” She says as she nuzzles into you
>You can feel the wetness of her nose as she sniffs up and down your neck
>You instinctively take a deep, sharp breath when she softly bites your ear
>Oh shit
>“’cause I was really looking forward to you coming home tonight Anon.”
>She slowly trails a digit down your chest and over your solar plexus
>Extended claw just touching the skin
>You couldn’t help but squirm a little as she intertwined her legs with yours
>You knew she loved it when you did that
>“The little ones haven't made a peep all night” She continued “And I figured,” She said in her luscious voice as she gently slid her paw underneath your loose fitting boxers “We ought to make the most of it.”
>You were more than happy to oblige
>You quickly roll over on top of her, Delilah letting out a geeky squal as the power dynamic abruptly shifted
>Your eyes were greeted by hers, her emerald and amber irises inviting, demanding you to dive into the soft black and white coat before you
>You dive into her neck, kissing at its side up to the base of her snout and down her shoulder, eliciting a soft, panting moan from your partner
>She responds in kind by caressing her paws up your side to your neck and behind your head
>Your eyes interlock with hers again as you break away from her neck, her curled lips calling you to go a bit deeper
>You begin taking off your boxers, her eyes full of anticipation and happiness and-
>Suddenly the baby monitor on the bedside cabinet roars to life in startling cries
>The two of you let out a defeated moan, knowing that, for now, sexy-sexy times will have to wait
>“I’ll get up,” Delilah says as she fishes beneath the covers for her night shirt “You go back to bed.”
>“No, no. I’ll take care of them.” You give her a deep, passionate kiss on the muzzle “You get some rest.”
>You hop out of bed and begin to make your way to the kitchen, fetching some readily available bottles of milk
>You put them in the microwave, stopping it just before its beeping alarm cold go off
>You quickly gathering them in your arms and running over to the room with the little star
>You open the door
>The room was illuminated by the suburban streetlights shinning through the window
>You quickly close the blinds and walk over to the cot in the far corner, just besides the window
>Inside were six wailing Husky pups
>They were all a splitting image of their mother, save for their teal eyes, something you managed to pass onto them
>You gently picked up Edward, the smallest of the litter, presenting a warm bottle of milk to his waiting mouth
>He graciously took it, grasping at the bottle like it was his mother’s tit
>Within half a minute he’d had his fill and was back to sleep
>You repeated the process with Leila next, the young girl taking much more than her younger brother, but falling asleep with contempt all the same
>You were about to start on the third, William, when Delilah slowly walked in, hugging you by the waist and resting her muzzle on your shoulder “Need some help?”
>She was wearing your coffee-stained shirt from before like a dressing gown
>Must’ve grabbed it out of the washing basket on the way over
>“I think I could use a mother’s touch.”
>She smirks, unbuttoning the shirt to reveal her breasts
>They seemed luminous in the twilight of the moon
>Their white fur was without imperfection, smooth
>Their plump, firm busty figure complemented her frame
>You found yourself entranced by them
>“Eyes up here big boy”
>Snapped out of your trance, you gave her a coy smile as you continued feeding the pups
>“You’re such a freakn’ goofball anon” She jabs as she picks up two pups, the pair beginning to suckle on her breasts
>“You know you love me.” You jab back
>“More than anything else in the world.” She softly hums “Oh!” She yelps “Damn it babies don’t bite mamma so hard.”
>“You’ve never complained when I did it.”
>Delilah gives you an amused look “You don’t have fangs.” She gives a massive grin, putting her fangs on full display “Unlike me.”
>You can’t help but stifle an embarrassed laugh
>“I know you loooovvveee them Anon.” She gently sways her hips into yours
>The pair of you continue feeding the kits until, one by one, their cries are replaced by happy snores and the occasional twitch of the ear and kick of the leg
>You and Delilah watch over them a bit more before heading back to bed in each other’s embrace
>The two of you hit the covers
>You pull the blanket over the two of you as Delilah snuggles into you back, her poking into your back a little along with the rest of her soft, warm fur
>You reposition yourself so that she could sleep by your side and rest her head on your shoulder
>Sizing the moment, you begin to scratch her ear, and inbtween uncontrollable giggles and spasms she mouths to you “Later.”
>You’re happy with that
>You’re only now beginning to feel the pressures of your work day set in, and as Delilah falls asleep on you, her head softly rising and falling with each of your passing breaths, you find your mind wandering in the darkness
>You’re so lucky
>To be here
>With the most important woman in the world resting with you in a warm and inseparable embrace
>Soon, you fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.