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Blood was still drying on Luka's knuckles when she got her fresh beer. What was left of the last one was soaking into the planks on the floor. Its bottle, shattered from the base of the neck down, was somewhere on the floor too. The fool whose skull she had cracked it over was being loaded into the silently flashing ambulance outside the doors.

"Jeez, Luka, when are you gonna quit sending fuckers to the ER?" the bartender asked her. She was clearly exasperated.

Luka flipped back her hair. "Sorry, had to do it. Nobody gets away with callin' my tits fake." It was an accusation a well-stacked girl like Luka had to deal with. Her tits were thick and natural, but her body was muscular and hard - a contradiction. She was a dark tawny wolf with striking long red hair and frigid blue eyes. Men could easily be swayed to buy drinks and give up much more with a bat of her eyelashes or a smile on her pretty, long muzzle. She could beat the fear into them just the same, and she wasn't afraid of bruised knuckles. Case in point were the teeth marks on the back of her paw and a budding shiner around her left eye. It wouldn't be obvious until morning, but her most recent scrap hadn't been a clean victory.

Besides the customary summons for an ambulance, nobody cared that Luka had smashed her beer bottle across a dumb jock's head. The night wasn't complete unless she tried to kill someone or ended up getting fucked stupid by the right man. Sometimes she did the fucking, so to speak, by dominating a lucky guy and allowing him in her cunt or much more rarely up under her tail. With fighting out of the way, she was on the hunt for a stud.

The bartender smirked at Luka's blatant scoping. "Are you looking for a beefcake, or a twink to smother under your fake tits?"

"Watch it," Luka snapped. "Looking for beef, not ladyboys," she answered smoothly enough to give herself whiplash.

"There's a celebrity in the VIP room," the bartender offered, mopping spilled beer on the bartop.

"What kinda celebrity? I don't wanna pan for gold, I just want some dick," Luka smirked.

"The kind of celeb you'd like, just trust me," said the bartender. "Go see for yourself. I don't think anybody'll stop you..."

Luka didn't know that the dumpy little bar even had a VIP room. It was past the bathrooms and just before the pool hall with the tables she usually fucked on. The bodyguards in the black SECURITY shirts tipped her off. They made even a tall wolfbitch like Luka look dainty but they didn't hesitate to let her in. One of them murmured into his headset, "Large ballistics inbound."

For the kind of woman she was, Luka dressed conservatively enough. Gym shorts and a red tank top did enough to keep her decent while still offering up her goods for anyone bold enough to try. She expected her marks to dress about the same as she did - as if they were just coming from or heading to the gym. When she saw Kahnso, those notions went out the window. He dressed unlike anything she'd ever seen with a loincloth and archer bands on his wrists and a gold star locket on a necklace. Big canines like a smilodon, red eyes like a creepy albino, weird blue fur like a dye poster child, long black hair like some kind of goth beefcake and an air of rock royalty.

"Ho-lee-shit," Luka laughed. "You must be the guy I'm looking for."

Kahnso had a couple of guards in the room and a trio of sleazy ladies on his lap. One was fondling under the loincloth. Another had one of Kahnso's enormous fingers up her cunt. "Uh, and you must be the large ballistics," Kahnso smiled. "I think I have room for one more here."

"Fuck that," Luka grinned. She took a big slug from her bottle, thrust it off on one of the baffled guards and plodded up like a hunchback beast. "He's mine! Get lost, you skinny bitches!" she roared, and the girls scattered like cockroaches in the light, one tripping over her own feet on the way.

With a tiny smile and wide eyes, Kahnso met Luka's lusty and buzzed gaze. "Jesus, babe. Take whatever you want, just don't hurt me," he laughed.

"Fuck, you're like a caricature of what a man's supposed to look like," Luka growled, kneeling over Kahnso's lap. He was a foot taller than her and that made him massive, but Luka was still an imposing girl. She hooked her paws around the back of his head and kissed him hard, slopping her big and strong tongue over his. She yanked his hair to get a rise out of him.

As soon as Luka put the pressure on, so did Kahnso. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it until the flesh dimpled and the pain sent shivers up Luka's spike. The wolfbitch broke off the kiss only to nip Kahnso's jaw, all with a lurid rumble in her chest.

"Ah, goddamn," Kahnso panted. "Little rough, aren't you, babe?"

"You can take it, you're a big boy," Luka grunted. "Now tell me how you want me."

"Heh, I get laid every time I come to these shithole bars," Kahnso sneered. "I wonder if it's the fact that I'm famous or if it's just that you girls are all sluts." To his guards he snapped, "Get lost, this isn't a peepshow."

As the hired muscles shuffled out to search for the other girls, Luka snapped at Kahnso's muzzle and ripped a whisker out. He winced and his eyes welled up with a brief sheen of tears. "Hah! Shut up and let's get after it," Luka barked. To move things along she tugged her tank top up under her chin. The boobs that spilled out of it cause Kahnso's eyes and he gave her muscular ass a hard squeeze.

"Fuck, nice tits... Why don't you fucking blow me, sugar?" he hissed.

It was hard to tell if Kahnso was being a dick or if it was an earnest request. Luka decided she didn't care and she kicked off of the couch to kneel on the floor. She was content to just get up under the loincloth but Kahnso unclasped it and tossed it away. Luka grabbed his bulging sheath in her tough paws and she groped down with a lusting touch. Kahnso grunted and arched his back, grabbing nowhere in particular on the ratty couch, sinking his claws into it.

"Get the fuck after it, girl," the big fox grunted through his teeth.

Luka smirked up at Kahnso in her snide way and she kneaded his sheath until the red rocket inside started to peek. Luka molested it with her overeager paws until better than half of the flesh was bared and it had already started drooling precum for her. The scent was masculine and of course vulpine, but that was close enough for Luka. She dove on it and sucked it down hard, her teeth grazing him harmlessly while her paws kept fondling what wasn't in her mouth. That included his balls, but she was very kind with those.

"That's how a blowjob's supposed to feel," Kahnso hissed, grinning wide and lashing his fluffy tail. The knot making up his bottom inches was soon bared too and he panted hard at Luka's groping upon it. His fox flesh throbbed in her mouth and it fed her a constant trickle of pre to smear on her tongue, more than enough to leave her sinuses full of musk. Over his own masculine smell, Kahnso caught a whiff of Luka's pheromones and he could tell that she was wet in those shorts.

"If you're gonna be such a good bitch, gimme a titfuck," Kahnso luridly growled. He didn't dare offer her a patronizing pet on the head.

That was that for Luka. If Kahnso was so eager to fuck something, he could fuck what mattered. She pulled up and off of his dick and she wiped the drool off on the back of her arm. "No fucking way, nothing in that for me," she said with a malicious grin. It occurred to her as she stood up that she was doing all the work. That would have to change, but not just yet. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her gym shorts and yanked them right down. It was plain to see the lust in Kahnso's eyes when they fell on her pussy. That split between her thighs was subtle, offering a hint of pink and a pleasant smell. "You want it, huh?" she cooed.

"Yes ma'am," Kahnso shuddered. He leaned in and he might have gotten it just then if Luka hadn't been a tease. She whipped around on her heel, grabbed Kahnso by the head and pulled his snout into her ass cheeks.

"Start with my ass, babe," Luka growled more warmly than expected.

It was an unexpected twist for both Kahnso and Luka but the rockstar was a good boy. He dragged his tongue up through Luka's ass crack, licking across her snug asshole and wicking away the dew of sweat she had on. "Fffuck, can I marry you?" Kahnso growled during a nuzzle into an ass cheek after the fact.

"I don't date ass-kissers," Luka snickered. "Why don't you go for the pink? We'll see if I change my mind."

Kahnso chuckled devilishly and nuzzled in under Luka's tight ass. He couldn't see a thing with his eyes in her cheeks but he could play her by smell and taste. It was easy to swab his tongue up and slobber he cunt. He did just that to the effect of making Luka rumble with pleasure. The wolf thought she might turn around for Kahnso, but for him to eat her pussy from behind without the benefit of her bending over was a cute novelty.

"Rrr, yeah, you just eat me right up, stud," the fiery bitch growled, holding the back of Kahnso's head with both paws only half-heartedly. It wasn't even to keep some dominance over him. She just liked the way his hair felt.

Weird positioning aside, Kahnso made a fun snack out of Luka. He slathered the lips of her pussy with his broad tongue and her clit was slobbered and brushed by his tongue tip as an aside. His strong paws roamed up and down her legs, squeezing on the thighs but worshiping their lengths in sometimes synchronized yet often random caresses. Kahnso was famous, but that was an informed attribute for Luka. She had no idea who he was. All she knew was that he was a beefcake and he knew how to munch a pussy. Those were the important parts, but maybe she'd ask for his autograph just to sell it later on.

Slowly Luka bent over, pouting her ass more firmly into Kahnso's face and keeping her tail flagged high above it. She reached up between her thighs and stroked over Kahnso's own idly-rubbing mitts but when she neared her pussy, she tickled up under the bottom side of Kahnso's tongue. The texture of his tongue made her shiver, but the jelly-like viscosity of his slobber was something else entirely. "You can quit that now, y'know why?"

Kahnso uttered some dumb little noise. His lapping continued.

Luka trailed chuckled. "Let's just let it speak for itself." She pulled away from Kahnso, reluctant to leave his tongue but eager to feel his hot crank inside of her. She dropped to her all fours, parted her legs wide, held her tail high and glanced back at the fox with an intense gleam in her eye. "Give it to me, baby."

"I still wanna marry you," Kahnso sighed when he scooted off the couch and parked behind Luka's flawless hindquarters. He took her ass cheeks in both paws and toyed with them for just a few moments. It was long enough for Luka to contradictorily wiggle her ass back and urge Kahnso to hurry along.

Wearing a lust-drunk smirk and swishing his tail like a sly fox, Kahnso gripped his meat and Luka's hip. He eased himself inside of the wolfess whom huffed and arched her spine. Her tits hung low in the tank top, offering a mouthwatering view of sideboob denied to Kahnso. He was preoccupied with burying his bone anyway. It took a little effort to work it into Luka with such a size difference between them, but she took it without whining or bitching. That was an impressive feat: Kahnso was too used to hearing girls half his size scream like rape.

Only when his knot kissed up against Luka's pussylips did Kahnso take his paw off of his flesh. He leaned over Luka, testing his weight on her back until he found that she held him up without complaint. That was rare, too. As some 400 pounds of muscle, Kahnso could crush a girl if he wasn't careful. Luka could probably bench a fair portion of that.

Kahnso's paws closed around Luka's thick tits. They were large and luscious despite her muscularity, hence the fake tits remark, but they were real. Kahnso tweaked her nipples through the tank top and he growled sweetly into her ear. "Nice tits, sugar..."

"Nice dick," Luka huffed. "Quit playing around, screw me already."

A lewd growl shook Kahnso's chest. So did a throaty chuckle and his hips started to move. "What happened to you being all bossy, babe?" he cooed into an ear.

Luka couldn't help but giggle as she pressed her rear back into the stud. Every time his knot butted against her and she felt the big fox's pulse in the flesh, she shivered. "I'm underneath you, babe, ball's in your court now."

One of Kahnso's paws braced on the floor and Luka breathed a subtle sigh of relief to have so much of his weight off of her body. With that freedom she reached up with a paw of her own to cup Kahnso's mitt still on her breasts. She growled to him, squeezing down on his paw to pass along a hint. Kahnso growled back, a deeper and more menacing sound for sure, but tempered with a nibble on her ear.

"Fuck yeah, squeeze those tits," Luka shuddered. Her tight cunt gripped Kahnso's knotted flesh and her toes thus curled. "Harder, babe, harderrr," she groaned.

Kahnso snuffled into Luka's ear and left it flitting. His groping paw stroked down the wolf's taut belly and slipped up under her tank top. It was his intent to slide his paw up under it smoothly; instead he got stuck and sloppily pulled the top up with it. Luka herself grabbed at the bottom lip of it and pulled it up over her dense tits, letting them spill out again.

"Thanks," Kahnso grinned.

"Just get that goddamn knot inside of me," Luka huffed to the stud. The way she shoved herself back told Kahnso that his slow pace wasn't appreciated.

"Sorry, sugar," Kahnso said to the wolf. To make up for it, he pounded it home and his knot bumped Luka's splayed pussylips hard enough to make her gasp and clench up. "Christ, you're such a dynamite bitch. I love the muscles," he grinned.

"Likewise, stud, fucking likewise," Luka said as amicably as she could. There was no playing with Kahnso's paws anymore: She had both mitts splayed on the planks for support, and despite that her elbows wobbled. "Fuck me, just fucking go for it!"

Kahnso already thought he was fucking Luka hard enough. He grunted with each exertion and his plump, dangling balls swung up in an arc to sometimes swat Luka's thighs and other times swing up between them. His grunting was punctuated by hungry snatches for breath and his tail lashed wildly to fan around the mingling musks of himself and Luka. The next person to use the VIP room would be able to tell what had happened.

Newer, rougher groans welled up in Kahnso's chest to denote something more than simply hard work. Luka noticed the nuances in his performance, the way he ground in so insistently with his knot and how he squeezed down on her tit and ground his palm into her nipple. It was everything Luka could do not to gasp and yowl in pleasure, and often her mask broke. A little squeak here and a quick snatch of breath there told Kahnso that he was hitting all the right spots.

"Am I cool to bust a nut in you, babe?" Kahnso mumbled into Luka's neck. His oversized fangs harmlessly ground broadside into her flesh.

"Fuck yeah, you are!" Luka barked. "Gimme the knot, blow your load, I want it all!" she effused with a subtle arch of her spine.

"I fucking love you," Kahnso dirtily chuckled. He straightened himself up and found, on his knees, that it was easier to tug Luka back into his knot than it was to thrust into her. He did just that and she didn't seem to mind, and she in fact cooperated by shoving her ass back into his paws and his loins.

Around Kahnso's shaft, Luka's snatch was tight and humid. Kahnso's red male flesh glistened with her honey. The stuff abounded, running down his knot and matting his sheath fur. Most importantly was how it kept Kahnso slick, and it had lubed up his knot enough for him to bury the bone at last.

Kahnso glanced down at Luka's taut ass with a sneer. He could see the clenching pucker of her asshole and inches below was the big, wide stretch his cock inflicted on her cunt. Every time he pulled her back, he felt her pussylips tentatively parting wider and making an attempt to permit him. Hers wasn't a cunt made to readily accept a knot, but they were both determined.

"Mmf, come on, come the fuck on," Luka snapped despite grimacing. "I'm about to fucking squirt!"

A dumb grin spread across Kahnso's face and bared his teeth. "Shove that ass on back for me, bitch," he said in a nasty tone. "We're gonna get my knot where it needs to be."

Luka huffed and pouted her ass back and she kept the pressure on. It was a battle of attrition to grind her cunt against the fox's thick knot in the hopes she could muscle it inside. Kahnso's great body shuddered as he met Luka's grinding. The thick flesh of his knot wedged open the wolfess more and more as the pressure mounted. In no time at all, Luka started to whine and huff: She was cumming. As her orgasm struck her and sent shivers up her spine, Luka erratically smashed her hips back against Kahnso. She squirted for him and her honey ran down his cock in a thick, drippy runner. When it hit his sheath, it drooled down to the floor.

Grinning wider than ever and keeping his tail swishing in the air, Kahnso hooked his paws around Luka's thighs and tugged her back with all his strength. It was subtle to see, but he was nearly gnashing his teeth in exertion and he grumbled a lewd, demonic chuckle. Under his breath and through his teeth, he hissed pillow talk to the crooning Luka all throughout his brutal grinding - and then with no fanfare, he popped his knot inside of her.

As soon as the bulk of Kahnso's knot passed Luka's pussylips, she too grimaced and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She wiped them away fast to save face and she shoved her ass back in search of pleasure but also relief. When Kahnso's cock pressed in further and her pussy gripped the narrower shaft behind the knot, a sweet wave of said relief filled her body and left her tingling. Having his knot deep inside of her just as she came into her afterglow felt stunning, but when Kahnso started to cum, it was even better.

"Aah, shi-i-it," Kahnso bleated well over Luka's croons. He wrapped his arms tightly around the wolfbitch and hugged her to his hard body when the first jet of his cum splattered into her. It put a massive grin on the wolf's face but it was mixed with a blush. She gladly held up Kahnso's weight as he dumped his nuts for her. One rope led to another and another, and the hot and fresh stuff clung to her walls.

"Goddamn, you're good," Luka sighed.

Kahnso sighed too, but his was a long and content bray. Still keeping Luka close, he shifted back and landed on his ass with a bump. Luka splayed her sore legs and wrapped her arms up and around Kahnso's neck, in turn baring her own for the stud to lick and kiss, which he did.

After shoving her top up again, Kahnso cupped the wolf's tits and rumbled into her neck. Luka nibbled nowhere in particular on his snout. "Hey, I got a question for you," she said.

"Go for it, doll."

Luka smiled coyly. "Can I have your autograph?"