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"And what's your name again, princess? Don't tell me. I got this. I always remember a pretty face like that."

The doe smiled impishly. Her tail wiggled and without realizing it, she batted her eyelashes amorously. "You don't have to remember my name. Just remember why I'm here."

Kahnso sneered. It was his default expression, much as a more common face could appear plain and uninterested going one way or the other. Kahnso, however, idled at lewd intent. His red eyes were undressing the preemptively underdressed doe, and he had already put eyes on her groin, which despite her demurely cupping hands was explicit. Years of somehow attracting women who had penises had filed the edge off of the annoyance, and anymore his attitude had become anal it is.

"Alexis," he said finally, grinning triumphantly and holding erect one thick, clawed finger. He shrugged and reclined into his chair. "Am I right or am I right, hot stuff?"

The doe's eyes brightened, and her heart, which was already beating quickly in the rock god's presence, raced harder. Cutely and not intentionally, she swooned forward and the muscular fox caught her deftly, pulling her into his lap. His throne-like chair didn't mind her extra weight.

"Gettin' doe-eyed on me?" Kahnso asked in a snicker, indicating that he found his pun exceptionally funny.

Alexis giggled politely. She reached for his muzzle with a quavering hand and touched him. His whiskers tweaked under her digits, but his fur was impeccably soft. "Mmh, god. You're handsome," she huffed. It was too much to bear. Being in Kahnso's private room at the club, picked on a whim by the singer? It was just too much. Alexis felt like she had won the lottery.

Kahnso allowed her to caress. His large paw closed around her right breast, groping it tightly. His brutal fingers dug in and the doe winced, but moaned. The groin of her booty shorts tented obscenely and she pressed her plump thighs together bashfully. "That hurts, that's too rough," she said, gasping softly in her words. "God, am I glad you're rough... I hoped it wasn't just an act to sell albums."

The fox let off her tit and the mound plumped immediately into shape, but red marks remained under the fur, echoed by the wrinkles put into her halter. "You like rough sex?" he asked, sounding hopeful. "Naw... you don't like rough sex." He sneered again. Alexis loved that face. It was a face she found easy to hate, the sort of face you instinctively wanted to punch, but that was what made him so irresistible to her.

"I like rough sex," the doe said firmly. Kahnso peeled up her halter, spilling out her modest breasts. Immediately he began to toy a claw around a pert, pink nipple, spurring a shiver out of her. It invaded her next words, made them submissive. "I can take whatever you do..."

"Can you," Kahnso asked dryly. His black claw dragged down her body, bumping grooves of bone and mild muscle tone, moving like a record needle with its careful slowness. It dipped into the valley of her navel and caused her to titter, just once, and then it slid to her loins. His paw opened smoothly and he cupped his thumb and forefinger in a loop around her clothed erection before cinching it in tight. She writhed in his lap, her movements small and helpless like those of a sleeper in the middle of a dream. "Cute dick," he muttered. "But somethin' gives me the feeling it's just for show. Isn't it, babe?"

Too horny to deny a thing, Alexis whimpered, "Yeah. I just get fucked, basically."

"Now that's my kinda girl. Dick-girl. Whatever." Kahnso suddenly squeezed her cock, squishing it in a clenched fist. The doe hissed, but in an explicitly aroused manner. She grappled with Kahnso's incredible size, bunching up his plush chest fur in one fist and his kneecap in its twin. Kahnso's sneer widened. He milked her cock through the the pliant shorts, coaxing a thick stain of precum into the fabric. "Tell me you want it in the ass, baby. You gotta tell me you need the knot."

"I need that knot in my ass," Alexis paraphrased, ripping at Kahnso's chest fur. The pain exhilarated the beastly fox, causing a flare of his nostrils in a snort. "Fuck my brains out. Please. Come on. Quit touching my dick and fuck me, isn't it why I'm here?"

"Got a point there, honey. Got a real good point." Kahnso's voice had changed somehow. Its register had deepened, but only just. Gone was the teenager-like mischief he seemed to hold very dear, replaced by an inflection as smooth as glass. Alexis expected him to ask in this new tone, won't you guess my name?

The doe helped herself out of Kahnso's lap, released from the mighty fox's grip. There he sat in his throne, a gaudy gilded chair with purple upholstery and quite possibly fake rubies in the hand rests. The idea of rock royalty was clearly not lost on Kahnso or the club which had furnished him with this personalized guest room.

As she slipped down her shorts, Alexis realized that Kahnso's face had changed as well. He was not sneering, only smiling contritely at the very edges of his jowly lips. His eyes were studying her, taking her apart down to her soul, and she knew this immediately from a glance at his discerning gaze.

Kahnso's head tilted. His smile widened ever so slightly, and he lassoed a finger in the air.

"Right, yes," Alexis muttered uncomfortably. She turned on her hooves then slightly inclined. The hemispheres of her flawless ass popped for him, inviting ruination. Alexis was afraid of Kahnso's shift in personality. Alexis was also incredibly turned-on.

The singer rose from his throne, pushing off the hand rests so firmly that the indestructible, gaudy chair squeaked. He pulled his shirt up and off, tugged his track pants down briskly. He was nude sans the necklace he wore, and when the doe chanced a look back she nearly swooned again. He was an Adonis, and she wanted to lick him. Every inch of his body required worship.

"Fine ass on you," stated Kahnso, clutching both cheeks in his burly paws. "I'm going to knot you. And it's going to hurt enough you might even cry. No backing out now, girl - I mean it."

Alexis bit her lip, cheeks bright red. She waited for the next lewd step, expecting something to tickle her ass crack, be it a finger or a tongue or something much more vicious. Instead Kahnso wandered to the side, leaving Alexis puzzled. She straightened, turning her head but not her body. Then she saw the bottle of lube he took from the cabinet against the wall, and she giggled. "Oh... I was hoping you'd use spit, actually. I've heard things-."

"Maybe next time," Kahnso flatly interrupted, and he squirted a thick wad of lube into his cupped fingers. "Hold those ass cheeks apart."

Kahnso's index digit poked Alexis once, then slipped deep inside of her with embarrassing ease even if the coat of lube was to blame. Her penis twitched, and a wad of the musk-heavy fluid it dribbled irregularly was slung a foot away. She looked over her shoulder and past her bobbed, black hair. Need which flourished in her eyes burned inexplicably hotter when she saw that Kahnso was staring at her preemptively, as if he knew she would look back at him. A smile tugged at the corner of his maw. He curled the finger, producing a smooth beckoning motion with it.

"Uhn," Alexis cooed.

"Mhm," Kahnso replied, drawing back the finger slowly. His claw, filed to a blunt curve, dragged along the textured flesh of her anal walls and produced sublime pleasure. She crooned weakly and wriggled her soft, small tail.

The singer slathered his penis with lube which still oozed from his palm. He added more and fully drained the bottle, thinking nothing of wasting such expensive lubricant. The semisolid slopped off of his bulbous knot in fat ropes, splattering without noise into the shag carpet of his throne room. He took his time in guiding his slick cock to the doe's glistening anus, but as he notched the pointed tip of his meat into her, the urge to fuck began to worm its way past his cool facade. He gnawed his jowly lip, plumping it and turning it white. Slow, but firm gestures parted the deer's pucker, and her snug warmth invited him deeper. Emphatically, Alexis moaned, "Oh, gawd. Don't make me wait on it, please."

The taper of Kahnso's penis ended and the full, gouging width of his penis began pressing into Alexis. His tail swayed, slashing its way through the air in a lurid dance like that of a charmed cobra. His paws, one filthy with lube and its twin clean, brushed away the deer's hands and took over the enviable duty of holding the thick bubbles of her ass cheeks, now an unnecessary job.

A moan from deep in the doe's body made her shudder. She doubled over, clutching at her knees for support they couldn't give. Bending like so rushed blood into her brain, and with the headrush came a boost to the ecstasy she felt building in her emotions. Fat, throbbing inches sank into her, opening her up in ways which certainly weren't unfamiliar, but the true thrill lie in just who was doing the opening. This wasn't just sex, this was sex with Kahnso, and her features reflected the sexual awe this position put her in. Her penis ached with life and lust, but went ignored in favor of being His ideal dick sleeve. No girl wanted to disappoint Kahnso by worrying about herself.

Kahnso was slightly amused by how easily Alexis accepted him. One steady, slow grind buried it in her except for the knot, and he was willing to forgive that. For one, it was going to be inside of her before they were done. He would send her away limping and sobbing if he had to; knotting was his game. The second part to his magnanimousness was that nobody could take the knot in one push like that. Even the most well-trained cunt - which he acknowledged with some ruefulness was simply not an option in this case - couldn't handle that kind of a bulk on short notice.

For the moment, Kahnso's knot rested inside of the doe's ass crack, wedging the cheeks wide open like a plump, red apple. He played across her ass cheeks, her unmistakably womanly pelvis, her slender belly which curved with her bend. The lube smeared thinner and thinner, bending her fur the wrong way in huge cowlicks.

"You're one fine piece of ass," he said. "Don't let anybody tell you different."

"I know," Alexis replied evenly, "and I never do."

Like drawing back a needle from giving flesh, Kahnso eased out of Alexis. Her pucker quivered around his exiting penis, still supple and pink, lacking the angry swell which would come from this act. "Straighten up for me," he said. "Straighten up and let me have those tits."

Alexis believed she would have done just about anything for the fox. Whether pedestrian sexuality or drawing blood for his pleasure, she understood herself to be his toy that evening. His command was all she needed to uncurl herself, putting small shoulder blades into his broad, unyielding breast. His paws crept parallel along her flanks, then cut in across her flat stomach. They rose again, fingers forming cups in anticipation of the doe's pert breasts which they soon clutched.

"Oh," the doe murmured, shutting her green eyes against the dusk of the room. Her hands clutched at his wrists. She was unable to touch her palms around their bulk.

Kahnso slipped back into Alexis with the same ease as before. His knot bumped her cheeks, parted them, rested against her pliant anus. He leaned over her, hooking the long wedge of his snout downward and putting it into Alexis' field of vision. Tentatively, the doe touched his muzzle and played across his unlikely fangs.

"Look how small you are," Kahnso tutted. "Fine piece of ass or not..." He shook his head, shaking loose his hair. Black locks cascaded before Alexis. "Let me make one thing clear, little doe. This doesn't end until I do. Understand?"

"You're the boss," Alexis said reverently, still playing along his chin.

Kahnso pulled back briskly. Alexis braced herself against a fucking which didn't come yet. The singer held onto her breasts wistfully before letting them go. "Knees, and hands." He eased back, pulling his warmth away from her back and his vulgar erection out of her body. His complete exit from her made her wince. "And hold onto something."

Alexis obeyed him. Knees, then hands, and her fingers bunched into fists around the fat pile of the carpeting. She looked back at him meekly. Her cotton tail wriggled eagerly, and lubricant oozed from between her wide ass cheeks.

The singer knelt with her silently. He slid on his knees across the carpet and for the second time, Alexis felt Kahnso's cock against her ass cheeks, prodding her.

Kahnso's second entry into the doe was even easier than the first. He slipped into her as though she were a fucksleeve made just for the occasion, and had she been called exactly that, she would have agreed emphatically.

Kahnso's bulbous knot socked into its familiar place. His paws slid up her body, sluicing fur through his digits against the grain.

Alexis crooned, rolling her hips and pushing her bottom against the rock god. "You can touch me any way you want to," the doe said, thinking the statement to be unnecessary but welcome in this situation.

"I know that," Kahnso said, and Alexis wasn't sure how to read his tone.

Understanding Kahnso was a short-lived endeavor for Alexis. For one, you just didn't question somebody like Kahnso. Especially not when at his mercy, on all-fours with your girldick dangling between your legs and his very fat, very proper dogdick poised to split you in half. With that in mind, Alexis let understanding Kahnso drift to the periphery of her thoughts where it could lay with the other meaningless concerns she carried around all day. She said with total devotion in her voice, "God, I wanted this. You don't know how-."

"I've got a pretty good idea how bad you wanted my dick." Kahnso moved his hips not gently, not roughly, but effectively. That smooth rhythm he built up shocked Alexis. Patient, effective bucks bumped her cheeks and parted them slightly. Once, maybe twice, she felt his fat balls brush against hers in a whisper of coarse fur.

"Oh. Ooh," Alexis murmured. She bit her lip, smiling, eyes closed. "Mmhmm."

Kahnso, still steady as a rock, fucking Alexis and getting closer to that coveted ruthlessness the victims talked about in tabloid interviews. I couldn't stop him, he was so handsome but then he had me, I did only a little bit of his cocaine by accident and then he raped me. Alexis had felt jealous of those vapid bitches in a strange way. She dared to look over her shoulder. Kahnso's chest heaved with life. His teeth stayed locked in a permanent gnash, permitting saliva to dribble from his lip in a way she found provocative rather than silly. It's because it makes him look like a monster, she knew. Like that fuckbeast you hear about. That rapist. The guy whose picture you have tacked up to your bedroom wall like you're fourteen years old.

A shudder rolled through Kahnso's body. He bit his jowly lip, flushing black into white until he let it go. He drizzled into Alexis, drip-feeding her bottom the slippery liquid musk all men offered but in truly copious amounts. His paw, just one, slid up her belly and cupped a fine tit. He thumbed the nub of the nipple like strumming a guitar string. Her soft croon made him think as much: I'm playing this bitch like a guitar.

"You know how my girls with dicks I fuck?" Kahnso asked with composure Alexis was surprised by. She expected him to be out of breath with the way his pace had begun to pick up. Now his knot was popping against her, bumping her overtaxed backdoor like a gently inquiring but persistent animal. "Don't even answer me. Of course you don't know."

"I-, yes, I had no idea," Alexis lied. Tales of Kahnso being tricked by traps were legendary. She wondered if the violent rumors were true or if they all got the treatment she was getting.

"Let's just say, between you and I and nobody else, Alexis, that you are very fortunate to be such an attractive and well-mannered girl."

The doe shivered. The bumps around her nipples tingled like goose flesh. Fear and exhilaration mingled in her thoughts, and her opinion of the singer had only improved. "I'll never forget that."

Following up on the doe's acknowledgment was a buck so sharp and angry that Alexis thought the graceful beast had had some kind of trouble keeping balanced. It drove his knot against her anus, the sheer force of the push bowing her hapless pucker in and spreading it. She squealed in surprise and pain, and then he let off, merely resting there, poised to bury the knot in her struggling ass.

Alexis looked over her shoulder. Instead of a coquettish peek, she appeared more nervous. "You're knotting me now?" she asked him shakily.

"No. Not now." The singer eased off of her, then back, and out completely. Before Alexis could speak a word if she dared to, Kahnso pulled apart her cheeks and admired how plump and red he had left her. And that wasn't even with the knot. He sneered, sitting back, putting his back against the front of the throne. His balls rested in the thick carpeting as if they were hiding from predators, but his cock still stood up proudly from his loins, still lubricated and adding more to itself in a slow drool. "Come here. Sit on it."

Of all the things Alexis could do well, she could ride a man like nobody's business. Her naturally taut legs gave her an advantage she felt only rabbits and kangaroos could surpass. She straddled him, spreading her knees as far as they would go just to clear Kahnso's width. Her bottom bumped his shaft, which seemed less daunting now, though still perfect to her. "I get to control she pace now?" she asked, tail wiggling.

"Who said anything about that?" Kahnso asked.

Alexis scanned his face. There was no humor on it. Thinking it wise to be better viewed than heard, she reached back and guided Kahnso's meat into herself. Slowly descending, thinking again of her excellent legs; resting on his knot now, quietly thrilled by the fullness such a monstrous cock provided her. Her cock drooled on him.

Menacingly large but intimately gentle paws held Alexis by the flanks. She wondered if the overwhelming smallness she felt with Kahnso was something she could ever get used to. "Good girl," Kahnso said without condescension. "C'mon." Alexis didn't wait long for the context. Kahnso lifted her, hauling her feminine body up but not off of his cock.

Suspended by his paws rather than her legs, Alexis felt even more insignificant to the rockstar. She looked into his ruby-red eyes, and the leer she got in return was equal parts titillating and worrisome. "Mmn, Kahnso," she whispered, running her hands along his chest. Her fingers partially vanished under the tundra of his white fur.

"Shhh." Kahnso shifted his legs, planting his feet. He bucked once to test the water, and then he started a quicker rhythm than he had shown before. Immediately his sweet young doe began to coo and moan, digging her fingers down to the roots of his fur. He smiled, but it turned into an open-mouthed grin when the need to pant for air overtook him.

The deer said nothing but moaned earnestly, clinging to Kahnso's dense coat as if gripping the restraint on a roller coaster. Held in mid-air, pounded by a grinning, panting sex demon with a nose for cocaine and a limitless appetite for liquor? Alexis was very happy with her fate. Even when she realized she was being used like some kind of fucktoy reserved for the nightstands of lonely men, she was still pleased with how things had turned out for her evening. Her cock twitched and jumped, slinging wads of precum across the singer's belly.

The burly, red bulk of Kahnso's knot beat against Alexis with authority. She wanted, quite desperately, to ask him for the knot. And after she asked, she would have certainly begged for it, too. The gratification of having such fine, fat meat slamming in and pulling back again and again marked an excellent night for Alexis, but having the knot tied by some drooling, muscular beast was sublime. She raked her fingers down his chest, her manicured nails doing nothing to his hide.

It was no surprise to Alex that Kahnso was starting to push it against her. She knew it had nothing to do with her silent wishing; knotting things was what brutes like Kahnso did. They fucked, and they ruined holes. At the end of every thrust, Kahnso wriggled her downward. He huffed when he did so, and his panting mouth became a snug grin. His knot had already begun to wedge open Alexis, making the deer gasp and wince in pain, but pleasure too.

Alexis knew the knot had some important function, but she had never found that to be the case in all her years. Every knot she had welcomed inside of her heart-shaped bottom had been only another step in the domination, something to gape and ruin hapless receivers like her. That was exactly why she liked knots so much. Kahnso's was the largest she had ever encountered, and she wanted it even though she knew it was bad for her. She gripped his fur and pulled on his hair, ignoring her cock but definitely not his.

One last time, Kahnso tugged Alexis down and wriggled up with his hips, his bottom rising off the carpet. His knot rested static against her taut pucker, but the latter began to give way. The singer's plump knot slipped into Alexis, moving slowly, making the doe feel every facet of its exquisitely painful entry. Even riding on so much lube, there was still the massive stretch to contend with. Alexis' training helped her, but not nearly enough. By the time the knot had slipped into her fully and her anus could relax, she had tears in her eyes and a grimace on her face. She had pulled on Kahnso's fur with such strength that strands of it lined the creases between her fingers.

Kahnso leaned back, his paws sliding down to the doe's hips. He crooned. His orgasm was outwardly peaceful, but Alexis shuddered when his fat ropes shot into her. Rockstar cum painted her insides, giving extra warmth to her body. Her velvet inner flesh massaged Kahnso while her anus throbbed below his knot, made red and raw by the brutality his cock had inflicted on her.

Alexis leaned against Kahnso, hugging him half-heartedly. Her cock had fallen flaccid, and although she knew she could have coaxed it hard again, she was tired and cuddly in the aftermath of so much pain. The pain was something she considered to be well worth the trouble, but it was pain nonetheless. She kissed his muscular chest nowhere in particular.

"You're gonna hurt for a while," Kahnso said dryly. The satisfaction in his voice was obvious.

"Worth it. So-o-o worth it. My friends are gonna be jealous." Alexis giggled girlishly, wiggling her tail. "Mmn. Thank you for picking me."

Kahnso huffed. "Thank your cute ass. I ain't running some charity here." He pecked between her antlers with a smooch. Lowly, into her scalp, "You're welcome, though."