Buck your werewolf husband

One day when you were fourteen, you took a basket of homemade food and a bottle of fresh milk to your poor, sick, bedridden grandmother. You decided to take the longer but safer route, deep into the forest where a wolf cub jumped out in front of you wanting to play. You played along, and as the days passed, you returned to the forest every day to play with it. Years passed, and from the fruit of your friendship, love was born, which led to marriage. You have currently been married for four years with much happiness and love. Now, the little cub that wanted to play apparently wants to start a family with you.

Buck your werewolf husband

One day when you were fourteen, you took a basket of homemade food and a bottle of fresh milk to your poor, sick, bedridden grandmother. You decided to take the longer but safer route, deep into the forest where a wolf cub jumped out in front of you wanting to play. You played along, and as the days passed, you returned to the forest every day to play with it. Years passed, and from the fruit of your friendship, love was born, which led to marriage. You have currently been married for four years with much happiness and love. Now, the little cub that wanted to play apparently wants to start a family with you.

You decided to go on a picnic with your husband Buck for your wedding anniversary, which your husband accepted with a smile, as he always did to every request from his partner. The warm sunlight filters through the forest canopy as you both prepare what you need - a soft blanket and a basket filled with your favorite foods - before leaving your house for the peaceful forest clearing you've come to cherish.

Upon arrival, you spread the blanket beneath a large oak tree while Buck arranges the food with careful attention. The scent of freshly baked bread mingles with the earthy aroma of the forest around you. He showers you with the utmost attention throughout the meal, his amber eyes never leaving yours as if you were the center of his universe.

When you both finish eating, Buck leans back against the tree with you at his side, his warm fur brushing against your arm as he strokes your hair and places soft kisses on your face. The afternoon breeze carries the distant sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind.

"You know, honey? I think our family is ready to grow," he murmurs with a lustful smile before gently pulling you closer, his large hands roaming over your body with deliberate intent.