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Luka's Test

Feminine grunts lifted into the air, bouncing off of the walls as these ladies flexed their well toned and powerful muscles against the weight of a bar wrapped in heavy circles. The bench press that found the strong grey wolfess resting over it also found her tan and cream colored soldier friend helping to spot her. Both wore tight fitting gym shorts and dark sports bras that barely managed to contain the massive flush, and milk glands which sloshed with every single movement that they made. This female beauty, this amazon appeal that they both managed to contain with her fine curves that anyone would be willing to identify as perfection wasn't harmed at all by the amazing view of thick and powerful muscles that wrapped their bodies in both soft and hardness depending on where someone might touch, that is if they allowed themselves to be touched. Both of these ladies were fighters by their very nature, capable of holding their own against many of the strongest combatants that they've come against. One gaining her experience in the underground fighting rings while the other got her combat training from military warfare, these two were beasts to be reckoned with and nothing could ever come between them.

"So... ugh.." Crimson hair shifted a bit over her grey muzzle as this wolfess pushed against the rod that rested in her hands, "Are you seeing anyone yet?"

It was a typical discussion that the two have, usually Luka finds a way to pry into her akita friend's life by asking her what kind of relationships she's in despite knowing the fact that neither of them were actually in one. These two were solo-birds brought together out of need, desperation, and loyalty. The two canine ladies may have rolled around a time or two, but trusted one another to put each other first beyond anything, or anyone. Every other time the wolfess asked this question Elnora had always answered quickly that she wasn't, sometimes rolling her eyes, sometimes letting out a frustrated growl, but almost every time managing to tell Luka that she's not involved with anyone. Instead this time Elnora smirked, giving her a smile that froze this grey wolfess in place with a narrowed gaze and heavy sneer. One final push of that rod lifted it into the air and back onto the rack over her head, and with the help of her cream colored friend this heavy weighted bar would remain exactly where it needed to be while Luka lifted from that bench.

"You're turn." She told Elnora, sliding her towel across the surface to clean it up a bit and make it ready for her long standing friend.

Elnora continued to smile, sitting down on the bench as she was completely unaware of the position she was putting herself in at the will and possible wrath of the wolfess that moved to stand just above her. Those strong military trained arms reached up for the weights, pushing them off of the rack while Luka's hands barely touched the underside of it to keep it from simply collapsing on her friend. That steel bar lowered down to the thick and beautiful pair of canine breasts, crushing them down against her chest, but when she worked to start pushing them back up Luka's hands wrapped around the shaft, holding it perfectly still and in a very real way trapped this dog right there in place. Blinking eyes turned up to her friend that smirked down at her, wondering what kind of game Luka was playing now and worried about the weight of this bar collapsing down over her ribs and hurting her despite the fact that this wolfess would never do such a thing.

"You never answered my question, Elnora. Are you seeing anyone yet?"

"If I say 'no' will you let me up?" She asked, still watching Luka's face only for the grey she-wolf to shake her head quickly from side to side.

"Nope. You have to answer truthfully. Those are the best friend rules."

"Ugh.. Luka this is heavy." She said, growling out a bit and working to keep that weight off of her despite that Luka was actually holding up most of it as she made sure this bar was kept perfectly still, "Fine... I'm seeing someone. I met him a while ago and we really hit it off."

"Ok, real talk now. Time to dish." The wolfess moved that bar easily, putting it back on the rack once again. Elnora was trying to get up but only managed to rise into a seated position by the time Luka came around and joined her on the bench, "Who is he? Anyone I know?"

This place was their own little secret spot, an abandoned building that had been filled with workout equipment anywhere that these ladies could find it until it had turned into it's very own secret gym for them to train and work out without the bother of long staring and drooling eyes. This place had been their private little secret for the longest time, years now, which only made it that much more surprising when the doors opened and a man walked in with a short haircut and a duffel bag. He was strong, buff, and very well defined, and tall. The look of him told Luka everything that she needed to know about him from his hair style to the way that he dressed himself with a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts. The look of him read "jock" to her, and instantly knew she that she couldn't trust this husky. He was in her territory, a very grave mistake on his part, but as she stood to confront him, to show him the door to his front and her foot to his backside, Elnora was already springing up to race over to him. Her tail wagged quickly from side to side as she sprinted in an excited run towards the man that had stolen her heart, his name ringing through the building as she moved like a school girl for the soldier that she loved being around.

"Mike!" Her arms wrapped around him just as her feet left the floor, gripping him, holding him, hugging him, and feeling his strong limbs wrap right back around her before the two delivered a long and well earned kiss across the front of their lips.

"Mike?" Luka asked as she slowly stepped the distance across their building towards him, her arms crossed under her thick and massive breasts while looking on at the man that her best friend as so fond of.

Luka had seen people like him before, guys that were buff and macho. Sure they were nice to look at, sure they could pick up these ladies if they wanted to, but there was no question at all on her mind that he was here for the sake of taking that pussy and nothing else. After all, how could he possible be friends with Elnora the way that she had? He hadn't gone through what they did, he hadn't been there for their worst times together. No, he was just a buff gym-dog would leave the very moment things started to get past sex and leave her best friend a crying mess. This was something that Luka would fight to avoid, strive to fight off such a thing from happening.

Michael smiled to the sight of Luka stepping closer, already reaching his hand out towards her in order to greet the lovely she-wolf, "Hey, it's nice to finally meet-"

"Cut the shit!" Luka yelled, much to Elnora's folding ears, "I already know what you're here for, and I'm going to let you know right now that it's not going to fly while I'm around."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said back to her, finding his girlfriend slipping around between them so that they'd stay separated, "You don't even know me. You can't just claim that I'm here for this that or some other reason."

"Oh, I know you. I've seen your kind plenty of times. Just here for a bit of pussy and a quick lay, but guess who's going to have to suffer when you're gone? Elnora, me, and a tub of the most delicious ice cream you'll never know the name of."

Michael sighed softly and looked away, "That's not why I'm here, but I can't expect you to believe me so how about this. Why don't you tell me what I can do to help you see that I do care about Elnora and that I'm on the up and up."

Luka smirked, this guys game was good, but she was going to prove to her naive friend that he wasn't here for anything more than her massive cream colored tits. "Alright. That ring right over there. We're going to have a good old fashion boxing match, and when you lose you can't get to come back again."

"Luka!" Elnora protested, but found the comforting hold of Mike's arms wrapped around her to keep her close against him.

"If that's what it takes. Let's go then." Mike was already removing his shirt, showing off that well toned body of his and all of the rippling muscles while he made his way towards the ring.

* * *

"Mike... please..." Elnora said to her lover, to her boyfriend, her eyes looking a bit sad as she saw him wrapping his hands before sliding them into well padded gloves.

He turned his eyes towards her, smiling gently. He could see that she was worried, that she was nervous about the fight that he was going to be getting in with her best friend, but already this husky had an idea, he had a plan already figured out that would hopefully keep anyone from getting too hurt. If anyone knew of the raw power of his body then it was Elnora, and while she understood what he could do, the amount of strength running through his figure, she also knew that she could trust him. The smile on his face told her everything, that he wouldn't hurt Luka, that he would find a way around such events even in the ring. How hard could it be to crush the she-wolf in her current form with his max strength? More importantly, what would it prove? He wasn't a creature of violence, of hate, but instead was simply a creature of passion and caring. That was the very reason that he even stepped up into the ring, pulled on the ropes to bring himself between them and into the square platform.

Luka was there, her shorts hugging her hips while her sports bra bounced with her well compressed E-cup sized breasts moving in time with her bouncing feet. She knew his type, knew what kind of person these strong and buff soldier-boys were. She'd seen them, grown up with them, and knew that the very moment there was some opposition to his claim on her friend that he'd cut and run. Once he found out that she was serious about this fight and that she was going to tear him down the she-wolf already knew that he was going to back out and leave. There was nothing better than an easy lay, right? Well she was going to make sure that Elnora was the hardest lay that he was ever going to have.

"You better be ready because I'm coming, bitch." Luka told him, narrowing her eyes and stepping in towards him.

Her feet shifted across the floor, lifting her hands up to guard herself as she marched the way across the canvas in order to bring herself right up on him. Mike had lifted his gloves as well, but when the grey she-wolf threw her first punch he didn't even try to block it, allowing it to land against his body with a loud thud like a padded fist impacting a steel pillar. The feeling of her glove sinking against his body, and then the glove losing out, was something that caught her by surprise. She was strong, trained, and well skilled at being a fighter, but there he was taking her hits while she swung one after another. Only when she lifted her blow to try for the side of his face did he shift his gloves to block her attack, guarding his face while she continued to work over his abs, his chest, and his ribs. Micheal could feel the blows, could feel every strike hit, but his body was used to it and while he absorbed the attacks the sheer force of them helped to guide him back towards the ropes.

The she-wolf could tell something was off, the fact that she was landing so many hits and yet there didn't seem any effect on him was one, but the other clear problem was that he hadn't thrown his own attack yet at all. Was he pitying her? Not wanting to hit her because she's a girl? The idea of it only made her more angry, only made her more want to fight harder. That busty figure turned quickly, rotating just enough around his body so that as she landed her hits he would be driven even further back until that strong male figure would find the soft cushion of the turnbuckle stopping him. Any normal referee would separate them, would pull her off of him so that he could bring himself out of the corner of this ring, but there was no referee here and she wasn't going to just back off because of some rule of fair play that wasn't being enforced. Luka wanted him to feel the pain from her blows, wanted him to suffer her attacks as she made them and that simply meant that she needed to batter down that defense he was trying to show her.

"Fight back, damn it!" She snarled out, hammering her fists into his abs for a bit before lifting her strong arm up between his.

The sudden uppercut caught him by surprise, forced his chin back as it impacted him and made him almost stumble off of his feet entirely. In defense he'd throw a punch, a fast strike in the form of a jab aimed right at her head, but the quick reflexes of this wolfess dodged back, placing herself right out of his reach. It stopped the attack, even if briefly as she bounced back in towards him, but gave him enough time to plant his feet once again. The worried call of Elnora crying his name rang in his ear, worried that her friend had actually hurt him, but when his gloves lifted once again even that akita girl was able to relax with a well placed sigh of relief. That didn't change the smile that was on this she-wolf's face, having finally got him hurt even if just slightly so that she could finally see that chink in his impenetrable armor. It made since given the defense he'd placed on his head so far, and now she just needed to keep the heat up, keep her attack going so that she could lay in to his strikes even more.

Luka needed to get past that shell that he put himself in, needed to fight through those gloves and strong arms that he was hiding behind. He was turtled up, and she was going to have to bring him out of that. "You'll never be good enough for her, scum. She's so far out of your league you can't even touch her."

"Luka!" Elnora protested, crying out to her friend about her judgment on her boyfriend.

"Once she sees that you're just a waste of her time you'll be tossed to the curb and she'll be free of your bullshit, fake soldiering."

He saw red in this, his gaze narrowed to her insults and accusations, the idea that Elnora might break up with him hurt a bit, but to insult his status as a soldier was far out of line even for this she-wolf. A fast punch flowed from his arm, bringing her to lean to the side as the leather of the glove just barely raked across her the fur of her cheek. Even on a miss she could feel the force behind the blow and knew that she needed to keep dodging if she wanted to keep off of her tail. A fast hook wrapped around the side, lifted right for the side of her head and while she gloves lifted to block her head dropped down to allow it to pass over. Two strikes came in immediately towards his ribs, striking at them quickly while he stepped in towards her. Before her punches were at least knocking him back by the force of them alone, but now he stepped forward on every thrust, every hit failing to stop his motion even in the slightest while she found herself losing ground, losing the progress that she had worked so hard to push against. Only a minute before she had him in the corner, against the ropes and was wailing on him, but now she felt the opposite corner crush to her back, the pads smashing up against her and her eyes widening. Luka knew that she was in for pain, that he was going to start in on her now that she was here, but instead he gripped those top ropes and leaned in even closer, bringing his eyes directly into hers and forcing the girl to shrink back even more into that corner.

"Y.. you bastard. Just do it already." She told him, expecting to be hit for her comments, having brought them up for the entire reason of getting him to fight her, but there he was as close to her as anyone could ever possibly tolerate and just staring at her with a glare that anyone would never dare to forget.

Mike said nothing to her, seeing her awaiting that attack, seeing her staring back at her in expectancy, but slowly realizing that nothing was coming even while he worked on backing up. This soldier didn't need to hurt her, didn't need to punch her, he'd made his point about what she said and holding her tongue. Luka would still insult him, go after him, and try to bring him down, but she certainly wasn't going to make the mistake of questioning the service that he puts in for his country again.

Once he was backed off she quickly tried to catch him off guard with a few quick jabs to the face, aiming to try and crush her gloves across his chin, his lips, the bridge of his nose, anywhere that she could land, but a shrug of his shoulder and a roll of his body brought him under her attacks. Even as Luka swung her right fist up from underneath the to try and snap him right in the jaw he'd only bring his gloves together in order to block the attack. This she-wolf released a deep growl to this, growing more frustrated by her constantly missed and absorbed hits, wanting to see something connect that actually mattered, but this soldier was starting to prove himself as being a bit too fast for her. Her breath rolled from her lips in panting, her body starting to sweat as the constant movement to try and hit was leaving her winded. As she pulled her gloves back, getting defensive her heaving shoulders proved just how worn down Luka was starting to get, taking a small break just to work at catching her breath. This was a break, however, that Michael wasn't going to allow her to have while he stepped in with a quick series of light jabs at her face only so that her gloves could come in front of her and take the hit in her place in order to block her vision for when he brought in his attack for a hard strike right into her well toned abs. The force of the blow driving this girl back, lifting her on her feet with a heavy grunt, but Luka wasn't going to go down with just one hit.

"So no.. ugh.. now you want to play.. huh?" She tried to speak out to him, grinding her teeth while she backed up on her feet, just wanting to get some distance from him that he would instantly step forward on in order to keep her close.

Luka had to keep fighting, had to keep throwing punches and keep him at a distance. It wouldn't allow her to recover the way that she wanted to, but it would keep him at bay so that she could avoid taking anymore hits. That panting only got worse though, the sweat from her brow starting to gather enough to leak down across her eyes and sting them, blurring her vision while she watched him coming in close again. It was the sting along that made her shut her gaze off of him, made her blink hard and break her line of sight. Anyone could tell the amount of pain she was about to receive from such a mistake, but instead of a hard series of thick blows crashing down across her face, body, and other places, she would only feel the sudden and immediate shove from his hands against her shoulders. Luka was shocked, stunned by this, unable to see it, but feeling her legs wobbling as she was made to step back in order to try and catch her balance, an attempt that would fail drastically and her butt hit the padded ring hard with a single bounce. This she-wolf was forced to release the sound of a soft bark, but it was already too late. She was down on her rump panting up at the man that was only stepping closer towards her, closing off that distance.

"You don't yet?" He asked her while she cleared the sweat from her eyes, having the chance to actually look at him and compare him to herself.

Luka was tired, fatigued, sweating and aching from the fight alone. Even her breath didn't match his as she fought just to keep hers in, but he was just the opposite. Mike looked like he had only just entered the ring. Having absorbed so many of her hits early gave him the energy needed to dodge her hits later on and then when she started swinging just to keep him back off of her the fight was basically already over. Luka growled out deeply, trying to get up, trying to lift herself to her feet, but her wobbly legs would give out from under her and leave her planted against the ring floor while she continued to look up at him.

"You... you did that... on purpose." She narrowed her eyes, trying to catch her breath still, "You didn't fight me... so that I.. ugh.. I could wear myself out and you could stand there like that."

To this he nodded, smirking softly at her while Luka turned to look away from him, not happy to have fallen into his little trap that clearly cost her this match. Sure she could get up in a bit, probably now if she used the ropes, but with her body how it was now it would only be a matter of time before she was down again leaving her to believe that continuing the fight would be a waste of her own time and his. If anything this proved that he was smart, having received that hit earlier it was clear to her that he could have come into this match with full strength and took her down just after the fight started, but instead he chose to take the route that left her with her ability to walk and continue on with her day. A more pacifist route than she had been expecting, but in a way she respected him for it.

"Luka," Elnora said, smiling to her friend. "Get out of the ring and hit the showers. I want some time alone with my boyfriend."

* * *

The grey wolfess knew the look in the eyes of her friend, the gaze that she was looking upon that man with even as she pulled herself closer onto him. It was a look of lust, a look of affection, a look of need and one that was going to be answered regardless if Luka decided to get out of the ring or not. The she-wolf figured that if anything she most certainly didn't want to be made to witness a husky mating with an akita and quickly found herself scooting across the canvas to kick her legs out under the bottom ropes. The soft squish of her breasts lasted just a second before she was free and starting to slip away from them, likely going towards the shower as she was suggested to.

"Luka." Mike said, catching her gaze as it turned back towards him, "Cake Batter."

The statement got a clear look of confusion from the wolfess as she narrowed her gaze up towards him, but he would explain, "That's her favorite flavor of ice cream. She has a lot more bad days than you might think, and not every problem can be solved by her best friend."

The answer made sense now and Luka quickly nodded. She wasn't being replaced, but just not always the right person for the job to handle the different issues that might come from her lovely friend.

Elnora's attention was on Michael, though, holding him, wrapping her strong arms around the back of his neck and pulling him clearly into a deep and long kiss. She'd never admit it but seeing him fight always got her hot, always made her bothered, always left her legs clenching together while she bit her bottom lip. The way that he takes punches, the way that he throws them, the very sight of it made her heart race, her breath shorten, and her eyes hood. It wasn't just the fight, though, it was the control. He could have hurt her friend, something she would have been very unhappy about, but instead he made a point, he showed Luka that he could take what she was dishing out and keep going. It was integrity, mercy, anything anyone wanted to call it. The very fact that he'd shown such restraint for the purpose of fighting in order to just be with her left her wanting him.

As their lips connected she'd moan softly, feeling his hand rolling over her body, feeling her curves, touching her muscles, and almost melting when his tongue rolled across the surface of her own. Her mind clouded instantly, the ring, the lights, the gym, the entire planet fading away as the two locked around one another in a deep and passionate hold that left her body crushed to him, left her lips slowly shifting and moving as his did the same. Those mouth muscles fighting, shifting, beating, and wrestling within their maws while soft grunts and gentle coos seemed to echo around their figures. She wasn't even sure if those sounds were coming from her or him, but they were ringing in both of their ears and leaving the two to almost float before Elnora realized that she was actually being walked backwards. Her legs had been moving on their own, her mind was flooded with the desire to be with him and love her man to the point that she would never be without him.

"Mike..." She moaned softly to him, his name echoing in from her lips to his ears while she felt his hands pressing along her hips, lifting her slowly, pulling her from the ground with ease so that her hips would find a placement on a soft surface, the top turnbuckle of the corner. It was a fast jerk of his fingers that pull her shorts from her body, that pealed them away from her already soaked nether lips. The scent of them driving up to his nose, catching him, and forcing his heart to beat up into his throat just as their lips finally parted for the first time in minutes. Instead when his lips reconnected to her it would on her chin, her neck, her beautifully large breasts, her strong abs, and then finally on the front of that soft mound that covered her already swollen pussy lips.

Elnora could release her own sports bra, pulling it from her breasts to feel them bobbing one after another, crashing into each other just while Michael lowered his face between her thighs. The warm breath from his nose crushing up against her hot pussy lips left her mewing softly, but nowhere near as bad as the sensation of his tongue reaching from his lips to gently caress those folds. They'd hug around her entrance the best that they could, trying to provide some level of protection, but as his mouth muscle separated them her body only quivered, only shook, only quaked at the feeling of those lower lips failing and his tongue sinking through into her body. The akita's head fell backwards, her body starting to topple, but it was Mike to the rescue once again as he gripped down on her beautiful big butt, holding it, gripping it, taking it, and even squeezing it in his fingers while her furred flesh would fold between them. The feeling of her rear being gripped only forced a loud squeak from her, a gentle bark that lifted from her lungs and made her pussy that much wetter as he drove his tongue into it.

The flavors of her cunny filled his mouth as the texture of her depths ran across his tongue. The deeper he got the richer the flavor became, at first just being her cunny fluids, her natural lust and need that covered her pussy regularly, but the more he tended to her, the more he tasted her the flavor would change. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip hiding her panting breaths, muffling her cries of pleasure while her cheeks blushed the brightest red that they could. To have him grip her butt was one thing, to have him eating her out was another, but for him to do both, to take advantage of her weak points, that was driving her up the wall. Those large thighs even tightening around his face, trying to hold back what they both knew was coming at a crashing rate. Normally she had better control, she could find a way to hold herself off from her releases at least for a bit, but with his tongue separating those lips and flicking the inside of her walls this woman found herself already thrusting her chest forward and releasing her bite in a loud and guttural call of pleasure and release.

Mike could taste the desire on his tongue, feel her washing his snout and cheeks in her splashing fem-seed that crashed against the front of his nose in an instant as if threatening to drown him. This man, this husky, this lover drank down every drop that he was able to and yet still felt the texture of her cum dripping off of his chin and down to the canvas below. It was a sensation that left Elnora with her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open, but that didn't mean she was done yet. He'd fought for her, for their relationship, for their right to be together, and to that she wanted to give him as much as he could possibly handle. With her tongue rolling over her lips, wetting them, this akita girl would slip free from the top of the corner and feel her feet connect to the padded ring, gripping it with her toes. Michael rose himself up, willing to see where she went with this as her bare breasts crushed to his naked chest, and her ears fell back in a sign of pure love and lust. Those breasts wouldn't be pressed in for long, though, not when she could turn her body around and hook one leg after the neck around the middle rope so that the balls of her feet gripped on the bottom one. Her hips bounced in place, perfectly even with his hips and while she lightly felt her tits lifted on top of that corner her head turned back towards him just as her tail slipped to the side.

His hands couldn't stay off of her hips, couldn't release them as he watched that well sized rump sway and shift in place, bringing him in. A pull of his string on his shorts would release them, allowing them to drop freely to the canvas and reveal that thick and throbbing dick which had been ready for use since she first locked her lips with his own. The hand that pulled his shorts free never returned to her butt, though, and instead found a new home as it gripped her large and luscious breasts, crushing the fur against her large mound while her nipple was pinched between the index and middle finger. Before he even realized it the head of his thick member licked against her still dripping slit, feeling the moisture wrap around only a second before his hips crushed straight into her own. A ripple formed up the length of her back, bouncing her instantly on these ropes while her voice called out to him. Even he had to grunt from how tight she was though, the feeling of her gripping pussy squeezing around his shaft, hugging it while his massive dick stretched her right back out. His movement slowed for a bit as he pulled free, as he slid away and then with an immediate crushing motion once again he'd smash those hips back in. This speed only picked up, the tapping of his body into hers becoming more frequent while he felt her figure rippling over and over again on every single impact that filled her body. Her loud cries echoed from the rafters, reaching back down to her until the point where she couldn't even tell if the sound she heard was coming from her or from above her.

Again she normally held herself off, was normally able to keep her climax at bay, but once again she felt her cream being ripped from her body without it even asking her permission. The only difference was that it had to be him, something about Mike and the way that he handled her, the way that he took her, the way that they loved one another, forced her to cum over and over again with one hot steamy wave after another. The very force of her climax made her fall back a bit, knowing that he was there to catch her as she felt her shoulders pressing down against his chest.

"Let me.. ugh.. Let me on top." She asked him, more like instructed him and slowly started to lift up.

Elnora's legs were wobbly, finding it hard for her to move at all, but even as her body slowly started to relax the husky did as he was told. Her hand moved to guide him, bringing him with his back to the turnbuckles as she slowly worked to slide him down the length of those pads so that his strong butt could sit on the canvas with his back leaning against that lower and middle rope. Her smiling face showing her delight as she lowered herself down to him, trying her best to be slow and seductive as she moved to her knees in order to straddle those hips and bring her large breasts to hover right over his face. Mike wasn't going to just sit there, though, and when his hands reached up to take hold of those breasts, to squeeze them together and pull her beautiful nipples into his mouth at one time in order to suckle on them the akita would release a deep moan of delight that only increased in sound as she lowered herself down over that thick male pole. The length of that meat was fed into her body, inch by inch sliding up inside of her and leaving her grunting gently until she felt herself sitting fully upon his lap with his doggy dick buried entirely inside of her canine figure. It wasn't until she started bouncing on his lap that he'd release his own grunt, his own call of pleasure which made him release those large nipples only to see them shake and wiggle directly in front of his face.

The more she moved the more he moaned, the harder she landed the louder his calls got and her own voice perfectly matched his in tone and frequency. Her body once again shivered, quaking on top of him once again, but this time she wasn't alone. The very feeling of his dick crashing against her inner wall, knocking on he womb left her dropping down even harder time and time again. The immediate and heavy blows that she was impacting his hips with only worked to weaken her cervix, and finally with one final hard drop she'd release a loud scream of pleasure just as his cock slid up into her womb and her body released the final amount of hot cum that it had within it, but even as she had nothing left to give her boyfriend was more than happy to replace every single drop that she'd given so far. His aching dick felt itself burst wide open with waves after waves of rich, potent seed that would fill her body, that would rush up the length of his cock and straight into her figure that left her breathless, left her eyes fully fallen into the back of her skull and her desire fully and completely satisfied with nothing left behind but her inability to even talk.

"I'd start the ten count, but I think she's already suffering a TKO after that, big guy." The voice of Luka spoke out to them, hiding her soft giggle as she'd watched the entire thing from the announcers box and now spoke to them over the loud speakers that surrounded the ring.

Elnora felt her fur stand on end, her eyes widening, her breath held and when she looked back over her shoulder to see her friend there her cheeks blushed brightly. "LUKA!"