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Victory Sex

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by BlackKnife12

Author's Note: This story involves BlackKnife12's John Marshall (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11078181/) and Cobra175's Luka Cross (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14599531/).

Crowd roaring. Blood pulsing. Sweat and blood in her eyes, Luka Cross gave a loud cry of exertion, focusing all her power of body and spirit, and slammed her opponent hard to the mat. The sound reverberated with intense absence of noise as the audience grew silent with anticipation, while the muscles on Luka's jaw stood out, her veins all along her arms and the ample reaches of her chest and belly exposed by her scant fighting costume bulging as she knelt over her opponent, hands gripping the other fighter, putting the struggling combatant into a final submission hold. Then, almost before she was even aware of what was happening, there was the bell!

She had won!

Cheers and cries from the crowd once more as Luka straightened, lifting her arms, not caring how many eyes were fixed on her breasts with their rigid nipples, clearly visible through the skintight fabric of her costume. Not caring either about the many scratches and scrapes and bruises all over her body from the extended cage match, fight after fight coming and going in the recesses of her memory until they'd all started blurring together into a single round of ceaseless combat. It was all in the past now, just another episode in her life, melding into the countless hours spent in training, and countless more in lesser fights across countless nations. A toss of her head, sending her long red hair whipping, cleared her bright blue eyes of blood and sweat, and the past slid just as easily into the past.

A promoter of the fight was there, then, holding out the coveted prize: the golden belt. He was talking, but who cared about that? Seizing the outstretched belt, the she-wolf felt the tears sting the corners of her eyes as she lifted it high - it was a lot heavier than it looked! - her mouth open in a wide, awestruck smile.

She had won!

There were interviews, and there was all sorts of screentime, but all of it just ran off Luka like water from a duck's back. Blurring her way through everything, riding the euphoria, somehow she managed to push her way through the last denouement of her long climb to the top of her fighting division, and reach the car her manager had arranged to take her home.

Home wasn't a fancy place. Comfortable and warm, it was a place of refuge, its anonymity and banal normalcy just a part of its appeal, and not just for Luka. In that home, out of the public eye, far from reporters and promoters and agents, John Marshall was just finishing making dinner. To look at the German Shepherd, a casual observer might not think the guy had a sensitive side to him. Dressed in black boxers, his hardened, muscled body showed the results of a SEAL's rigorous training over almost more years than John could really remember. A fine criss-cross tracery ran beneath his brown-and-fawn fur, a library of scars that told his life's history so well: a bullet from insurgents here, a knife from a rogue vigilante there. Some people in their mid-fifties were getting ready to retire, but not John: he was a commander on active duty, and as far as he was concerned, life was just getting started. Right now, Luka was a big part of that life.

Even active duty officers got time off, and John intended to make the most of that time. He had the television switched to the pay-per-view fight channel (which he got for free, thanks to Luka's manager), and every so often, he'd glance over, grinning as he watched the final savage slam to the mat, followed by the expert submission hold. He'd shown her that particular hold, something he'd picked up while learning bando, but of course Luka just made it look awesome in action. Everything she did was larger than life, after all. Including those gorgeous breasts of hers.

All right, John admitted it: he loved Luka Cross' breasts. They were full, rounded, almost defied gravity, more than filled up his hands, and were really sensitive when touched just so. Or licked. Or sucked. John had never met a woman who really liked giving boob-jobs before Luka, but she actually seemed to thrive on them, and he suspected she'd even cum once or twice just from squeezing his member between those beautiful monuments of femininity, her large, red-pink nipples perked and so erect they looked painfully swollen sometimes.

A gentleman, John knew Luka would want some love tonight, one way or the other. He'd trained with her plenty of times, enough to know that she'd put in the hours, the time and the effort, and she deserved to win her title bout. Still, the other fighter had put in similar hours, and there was always that element of uncertainty in any combat situation, a truth which John's own fighting experience had taught him well. If she'd lost, he'd be there with Neosporin, wine, and fancy pasta to comfort her. The sex would be slow, soft, and really gentle, if it happened at all, which John admitted wasn't really that likely: Luka got kind of moody when she lost, always too tough to show how unhappy she was with tears or complaints, trying to put on a brave face, but the unhappiness showed in her drop in sex drive. She'd make up for it, and then some, in the days to come, as her libido came back with a vengeance, leaving John feeling as drained as though he'd been hiking for hours through the jungles of Southeast Asia.

Tonight, though, Luka had won. Right then, waiting for his lady love to get home, John Marshall was torn somewhere between intense trepidation, and an even more intense eagerness. If Luka left him sore for days after a loss, a win could keep him off an active duty roster for weeks.

"I'm a dirty old goat," John growled to himself as he grinned at the television, visible from the kitchen, his eyes mesmerized as he watched Luka's breasts heaving, right on the verge of popping out of the tight halter top she was wearing in the ring, the championship belt held high above her head. "Lusting after a woman half my age."

"And I love that about you, John," came a familiar voice, making the Shepherd turn, his mouth opening in a friendly pant as he saw who it was standing in the doorway, her entry obscured from his hearing by the sounds from the television and the stove. All the same, he'd felt his ears perk subconsciously when the door had unlocked, however quietly, and felt a certain sense of pride in knowing that his instincts were still good enough to keep him alive, if Luka had been anybody except her larger-than-life self. "You dirty old goat."

Punctuating her words with a teasing grin, Luke walked toward the Shepherd, her greyish brown-and-tan body swaying in ways that just had to be illegal. Somewhere along the line, Luka had discarded her ring outfit, trading it in for a loose-fitting (for her incredible proportions, that is) tank top and drawstring shorts. John guessed she'd probably changed in the cab taking her home, likely putting on quite a show for the driver. Poor guy probably had a nosebleed like nobody's business by now. Luka continued walking until her proud, prominent chest was squeezed tightly against John's own broad, firm pectorals, her grinning face only inches from his own...before she leaned over his shoulder and began sniffing the pot on the stove.

"Pasta?" she inquired, ears and tail perking when John nodded. "I'm starved!"

So close to his lady fair, there was no way John could miss her scent, and know perfectly well what the she-wolf was going through right then. Her habit was something he knew well, and it had been almost as much of a frustration for him as it was for her. Before a big match, Luka always went on an abstinence kick, instead focusing all her energy on turning her body into a battle-hardened engine of fighting fury. The frustration of staying away from bedroom games by itself was enough to turn Luka into a powerhouse on the mat. There was another side-effect, though, from hanging out at a gym all day, sweating and panting around similarly scantily-clad trainees, their pheromones messing with your body chemistry, one that John could smell immediately as soon as Luka got close: she was in heat.

Normally, Luka kept her heat symptoms to a minimum. Regular sex and a normal diet and lots of exercise were typically all it took to make sure she stayed within normal ranges of need, even right in the middle of her heaviest estrus periods. Right now, though, she'd been eating almost nothing but pure protein, building up her muscle mass as much as possible, and focusing on the raw aggression of combat, battling it out every day in sparring matches, getting ready to become a serious contender when the time came.

And speaking of "came," Luka didn't, not once. She didn't even masturbate, all her focus on one thing, and one thing only: winning. All that training was now coming to bite her on her fluffy tail, and with the hormonal surge that came with such a triumphant victory as hers, also came the overwhelming demands of her long-neglected ladyparts that she satisfy them - thoroughly. And by her satisfying them, of course, that meant John was going to be satisfying them. Very thoroughly.

Sweat from the ring was still glistened on so much of Luka's exquisitely-toned body as she turned, giving her head a teasing toss, making her waist-length red hair swing, thick and flowing behind her as she went to the little table John had set up in the living room. She wasn't kidding about being hungry, he knew - by this point, after all the protein she'd been packing, her carb cravings were through the roof, and her heat didn't help matters any. Those wild hormones gave his lady fair an intense appetite. So he didn't stand on ceremony, didn't hold anything back. The pasta was ready, along with breadsticks lightly dipped in olive oil and sprinkled with parmesan, and generous helpings of salad for them both. Luka didn't hold anything back either, tucking into her food with a ravenous appetite that made John actively recall where the phrase "wolfing your food" came from. But as she ate, she kept casting those blue eyes up to meet his brown ones, and in her smoldering gaze, he saw another, deeper sort of hunger, one that couldn't be satisfied with his home cooking alone, however much her wagging tail told him she enjoyed it.

"You're a good cook, John," said Luka, licking her chops, then very slowly forcing herself to use her napkin to dab at her lips like a proper, civilized lady. "You really spoil me sometimes."

"What are boyfriends for?" answered John, feeling the advantages of the experience he'd built up over his long life stir up a sense of pride in his chest. There were ways to please a woman that you didn't just pick up overnight; they had to be cultivated over the years, honed and whetted until you could almost predict the future in knowing what your lover wanted. Now, sipping wine as they gazed at each other, not saying much because not much needed to be said, just basking in each others' company while the lights were low and soft music was playing on the sound system, John knew just what Luka wanted - what she needed - but he also knew enough to let her figure it out for herself. He expected it wouldn't take long.

He was right.

Maybe chocolate mousse was going too far for dessert. After all, John knew how chocolate affected Luka. Being canid-types, the stuff acted as a mild intoxicant, just a little less potent than the sweet red wine they'd already been sipping. More importantly, it also acted as a mild stimulant, and the parts it stimulated most in women - especially Luka - were all below the belt. Not that any of this really mattered once Luka set her little dish aside: it was far too late to turn back now. Not that John wanted to turn back, though even the battle-hardened veteran couldn't help but gulp a little as Luka sized him up, running those hungry blue eyes up and down his firm, strong body, bare save for the apron he'd worn in the kitchen, and his boxers. She was eyeing him like a piece of raw meat, and she was a starving, ravenous wolf, and the feeling of being looked at as prey was intense.

"Let me just clean up..." the German Shepherd started to say, just beginning to get to his feet, reaching for the dishes. His fingers never connected before Luka pounced.

As beautiful as the she-wolf was, John never, ever forgot how strong she was. Strength was just a part of her beauty, her muscles standing out so proud and full and firm, the same as her gorgeous, awe-inspiring breasts. With a snarl of raw, primal lust, she turned that strength on John, pulling him to the plush carpet like a wolf bringing down a deer on the frozen tundra, her powerful hands tearing off his apron, tossing it aside as she straddled him, raking her nails down his solidly-muscled chest before bending, kissing him like a wild animal. Enflamed with her beauty, and her enticing scent of heat, John kissed Luka back with just as much eagerness, their tongues dueling, struggling, wrestling while the canid couple panted against each other, bodies moving, fur-on-fur.

Leaning back, Luka reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up, freeing her breasts, letting them bounce before John's eyes, pink nipples stiff and aching to be sucked. He took advantage of the momentary distraction to sit up, leaning her back, his hands going to her shorts, unlacing the drawstring, peeling them up her legs as he lifted them, her digitigrade ankles stretched out, broad toes pointed straight at the ceiling. Luka looked down her body at John, grinning as she wiggled on his lap, her eyes heavy-lidded, her expression sultry.

"Looks like you caught a wolf," she practically purred as he rested her knees on his shoulders, her firm buttocks riding up his stomach, his muzzle parted as he started to pant, his mouth getting so close to her tender, pink places, she could feel his hot breath on her lower lips, the tender folds flushed and moist with the intensity of her heat. "Whatcha gonna do with her?"

"What you do with anything you catch in the wild," John growled, his voice low and husky, his black boxers straining to contain his swiftly-swelling sheath. "Eat her."

That first taste was always the most intense. Right at the moment when John's thick, smooth tongue pressed against Luka's snug folds, the same pink-red of her nipples, engulfing her slit entirely, his tastebuds were covered in a gush of sweet juices, rich in pheromones, richer in the taste of his girlfriend. It wasn't just the taste that was intense, though: Luka's reaction was just as intense, as she moaned loudly, her back arching, breasts thrusting upward as she allowed him to lay her on the soft carpet. With Luka lying down, John was able to really get between her legs, his hands grabbing her inner thighs tightly, knowing he'd need that firm grip soon just to keep his head from getting squished between the she-wolf's powerful legs. Using his newfound leverage to its best advantage, John thrust his muzzle forward, smoothly, slowly, taking his time for now as he filled Luka up with his tongue. He didn't go slow for long, though, feeling Luka's trembling need like he was feeling her pulse through the teeth that grazed her clitty. Instead, he started to thrust his head, forward and back, working her with a passion, with a savage will, rutting her with his tongue, curling it at just the right angle to ensure he hit those most tender, needy parts within her, giving his ladywolf no chance to escape his efforts, even if she'd had the desire to do so.

She didn't.

What Luka wanted, right then, was to cum.

On-edge, strained to the very limits, her hormones going wild, Luka was shuddering in seconds after John started tongue-humping her. When he pulled out, making a tight seal of his muzzle over her ladybits, suckling and slurping on them with lusty abandon, like she was the tastiest dish he'd ever eaten, her taut buns lifted from the carpet, her back curling with her toes as she grabbed at her head, running her hands in desperation through her long red hair, needing something, anything, to keep her from focusing just on the pleasure coursing through her body like an electric current. Of course, all her efforts weren't enough. Nothing could be enough, not when John Marshall was ravishing her to the core with that fiendish tongueplay of his. Not when she'd been needing this_so bad_ for way, way too long, until she couldn't even see straight, her heat was so strong upon her. She didn't know how she even managed to get into the ring tonight, as desperate and needy as she'd been. Now, with all the pressure off, Luka didn't even bother worrying about what the neighbors might think as she started to howl, the sound halfway between that of a true wild wolf, and a woman screaming in the throes of more ecstasy than anyone could possibly endure and stay sane.

Doing his best to lap up the flood of juices that almost squirted right in his face, John did his best to hold Luka down, to just make her hold still and take it, his tongue continuing to jab and thrust and dab at all the right spots, inside her cunny and out. But she was so strong! Her feral wolf's howl fading into a wailing scream of orgasm, her inner thighs shuddering, every little muscle clearly defined with the tension of the pleasure jarring through her, Luka grabbed John's head tight in her powerful hands, almost tearing his fur and crinkling his ears as she hung on for dear life! Right then, with her thighs almost clashing together with the force of each crashing orgasm that blasted her senses, John was glad he'd gotten that firm grip on his she-wolf's inner thighs.

Finally relenting, the German Shepherd lifted his head, grinning up at Luka as the brown-and-tan wolf lay, gasping for breath, her mythic breasts heaving as she stared first up at the ceiling, and then, finally at him. Seeing his crap-eating grin, she curled her lip. Yeah, he'd done a good job - heck, he'd done a _fantastic_job! But that didn't mean he had to be all smug about it.

"Feeling better?" asked Luka's lover, giving her inner thighs and affectionate pat with his hands.

"Let me show you," Luka replied, giving John a sharp-toothed grin of her own that told him exactly what sort of beast he'd unleashed, and what sort of trouble he was in for now.

With only a split-second to realize his "peril," John was caught on the chest by Luka's powerful hands as they seized his pectorals, then pushed him back, positioning him just like he'd positioned her, lying almost on his back, looking down his body as he stayed slightly propped on his elbows, watching, wide-eyed, as Luka gripped the base of his thick brown erection, the same color as the darker parts of his fur. She held his shaft upright before her, making sure he was watching as she slowly licked her chops, then parted her jaws, letting her tongue loll out. Giving his heavy length a few experimental strokes, she was drooling as she watched a clear bead of precum well up at the tip, then leaned forward to flick it off, smacking her lips in obvious relish.

"So good," she growled, her voice husky in her throat, thickened with savage emotions and feral instincts. "More!"

Instantly, that tongue was at work, licking up and down and all around his shaft, curling to encircle it, then flickering up the underside, right to the frenulum of the fat mushroom-cap head. As Luka flickered her tongue against that extra-sensitive point of pleasure, John tensed, shuddering lightly, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain control. Then she was swirling her tongue around his glans, paying special attention to the darker brown corona as she loomed over his upright prick, her blue eyes heavy-lidded with the _hunger_that consumed her. Those blue eyes looked into John's brown ones with need as she paused, flicking her tongue over the very tip of his penis, making sure to dig it just a little into the meatus.

That was all the warning he got, before the lusty she-wolf was greedily gobbling down his cock, moaning eagerly as she closed her lips around him in a tight seal, the vibrations from those moans enough by themselves to make any normal man blow his load in a heartbeat, if the intensely erotic sight of the smoking hot she-wolf going down on him wasn't enough by itself. But John was no ordinary man, and while he was as susceptible to Luka's ample charms as anyone, he'd long ago learned to control himself, to hold out and wait when there was a promise of even more pleasure to come. It took an older man to manage that sort of patience, and the endurance that came with it, someone wise enough and experienced enough to outlast even a heat-riven wildcat like Luka Cross.

He wasn't cumming! Luka realized this in the vaguely functioning part of her brain that still had some access to conscious thought right then. She wanted John to cum, to squirt in her muzzle, and he was somehow still holding out. No, this would just not do, not at all. Turning her smoldering gaze up at her handsome prey, Luka crawled slightly forward, never letting her muzzle quite leave that swollen, juicy, delicious slab of male meat. Instead, Luka arched her chest forward, her lips still keeping that tight seal around John's glans, and squeezed her breasts together. A light smirk on the corners of her muzzle, she started to work those breasts, squeezing the rigid nipples between her fingers as she worked herself against him, putting her whole body into her efforts.

What man could hold out against something like that? Not John, even with all his willpower and endurance. Not with his cock so firmly sandwiched between those beautiful, perfect, glorious breasts. Not when he was staring right into blue eyes that practically begged him to squirt, that lusted after him, that were worshiping him like his cock was some sort of pagan idol. His lips curled back, baring his sharp teeth, and he snarled at the air as he felt the first sharp tingle at the base of his balls, making them tighten, his belly muscles standing out in firm definition. Hands tensing against the carpet, digging into its softness, John couldn't hold back the deep-throated grunt of his pleasure hitting its peak as he came, hard, so hard that his hips lifted, his back arching almost as much as Luka's had. And his cum - it was like a geyser! Luka almost lost control on the first burst, sending a fountain sprinkling down over her face and his hips, before she latched her lips around the Sherpherd's pulsing penis in a deathgrip, her cheeks bulging, throat working as she greedily gulped down every drop of his potent, masculine essence.

Lids heavy, Luka looked up at John, and smiled. He couldn't help but return the smile, and leaned forward, kissing her. He could taste himself a little as their tongues wrestled, but not as much as he'd thought he would: she'd been greedy for his cum, all right. She, in turn, could taste herself just as well, and she seemed to like that taste, her kisses become so needy and so deep, almost tickling his tonsils, she was pressing so hard into him.

"I love you so much, John," Luka got out breathlessly, her hands caressing his chest, gentle now rather than rough. "I don't even know how to..."

"I know," John whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her neck. "I love you, too, Luka."

In the course of kissing, Luka had crawled up John's body, her fingers ruffling through the fawn fur of his taut tummy and muscular chest. He returned the favor, but her belly and breasts were a lot more sensitive than his stomach and chest. Especially when he gave those massive mammaries a good squeeze, her nipples squished and rasping beneath his rough-calloused palms. She moaned into their shared kisses, and moaned loudly, her body arching against his, pinning his penis between their tummies, making him grunt softly as she started to grind herself against him.

"I need you so bad, John," Luka got out, her voice low and husky. "I need you inside me like I need air."

He tried to answer, but she drowned out his words with her greedy, needy kisses, moving her body atop his. Her movements were so smooth, so expert, he hardly noticed what she was doing, until Luka suddenly sank her dripping wet quim down on John's massive brown-skinned prick, taking him all the way to the hilt.

"Oh yeah," she gasped out softly, then rose over him, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands on his chest as she grinned down at him, as though daring him to start bucking his hips; he never would, though, not like some young buck, not until he knew he was giving Luka what they both knew she needed more than anything else. "Not like this," she said after a moment's thought, then lifted one leg, arching it over John's head, turning herself around. "Yeah," she got out, her voice hard to understand from the panting of passion she was doing. "Just like that."

For John, the sight of Luka's magnificent rump, her tail curled upward to improve his view all the more, was one of those rare and awe-inspiring spectacles that never got old, no matter how many times he saw it. Toned, muscular, but rounded in all the best ways, there was no possible way he could resist staring as she straddled him, bent forward slightly as she faced away from him, his heavy cock sunk right up to the roots of his sheath in her sopping wet sex. Reverse cowgirl, a position with a name that made it pretty clear it was perfect for riding. And with a sight as gorgeous as Luka's butt and teasing backwards glances to spur him to new heights of passion, John had little choice but to reach out and grab tight hold of Luka's hips before she got started. If he didn't take some control back now, she'd have him popping his cork before either of them were ready for it!

Feeling John's strong hands on her hips, Luka looked back at him, a challenging grin on her face. John had seen the same sort of smile from Luka right before she stepped into the sparring ring. She was just as wild and unpredictable here as she was there, and he knew it. She proved it, too, when she started to flex her inner muscles, grabbing him tight. Her pussy had him trapped!

"Gotcha," she chuckled, reveling in the power she had, now that John's pride was completely in her power. Well, almost_completely. Gritting his teeth tightly, muscles and veins standing out all over his body, desperate to hang on despite Luka's deliberate attempt to make him burst first as she flexed her smooth vaginal muscles, stroking him from within, the German Shepherd _worked his hips, grinding against the hot she-wolf. Caught off-guard by this sudden maneuver, Luka shuddered all over, and John could see the tense bud of her tailhole clench right along with her cunny muscles - those latter ones, he could feel a lot more than see.

"Ooh, you sexy devil!" she laughed in delight, and started to ride him, getting her legs under her to bounce on his thick, meaty shaft, leaving it glistening every time she rose up, then sinking down with a loud moan. "Yeah, that's it," she growled through tight-clenched teeth. "I love your cock, John. I love how you use it. I love what you do to me!"

"Then you'll love this," he got out, his voice about as husky as her own as he moved his hands to her gorgeous rump, fingers digging deep into the taut flesh beneath thick, silky fur. He just needed a little bit of grip, not much, but enough to let him tilt Luka back slightly. Enough so his penis stroked over her G-spot on every thrust of Luka's hips.

Almost immediately, Luka wailed as she felt that proud organ touching her in places that made her tingle all over, and started to pick up her pace, her inner thighs quivering once more, her taut buns clenched with pleasure that visibly rippled up and down her back. Once he had her right where he wanted her, John reached up, grabbing his she-wolf goddess' breasts from behind, squeezing those overflowing mounds tightly in his strong hands, feeling them jiggle under his palms, rolling her full, fat nipples between his fingers.

"Yeah," she panted, her hands covering his own, squeezing them tightly as he felt her cumming around his cock. "Yeah, that's it, John. Do me...do me hard...fill me up...I'm all yours...I need you so bad!"

With those words in his ears, John cried out, his eyes tight-clenched, his jaws parted wide as his hips arched upward, actually lifting Luka with the raw force of his orgasmic pleasure. At the feeling of the first splash of doggy-cream against her cervix, Luka cried out as well, their voices mingling together in the apartment as passion overflowed for them both.

But John wasn't done yet. He wanted more! Before his cock had a chance to realize he'd cum and it was time to shut down, he was rising to his knees, pushing Luka forward onto all-fours, mounting her from behind as he grabbed that hot, hard butt of hers in both hands and held on for dear life itself.

"Yes!" she howled. "Do me doggystyle! Pound me like an animal!"

Leaning forward hard, putting his weight as well as his strength into it, John set about doing just that, holding nothing back. He was on-edge right then, just hanging onto his ability to keep going by the skin of his teeth. And Luka was clamping down on him like a vise while he did it. There was no way he was going to hold out for long like this!

"You're too hot, Luka," he growled in her ear, one hand working its way around her hip, engulfing her clitoris, while the other seized the base of her tail, using it like a joystick as he kept working his rod, forward and back, filling both their ears with the wet, slick sounds of her juices, and the slapping of his hips against her toned buns. "You're just too much woman for me to handle. For _anyone_to handle!"

"John," she gasped out as he diddled her lovebutton, his cock shafting her hard and fast, making that rock-solid rump bounce, but not nearly as much as her heavy breasts, until she grabbed them herself, squeezing them until her red-pink nipples stood out almost painfully erect between her fingers. "John, you're wonderful! It feels so...so...AAAAHHH!"

Instantly, she was wailing like a banshee, cursing and swearing and spitting like a wet wildcat, and cumming even harder still. Her tummy tensed, every last one of her abs standing out in proud definition, and John could clearly see her buns and inner thighs clench at the same instant her inner walls clamped down on him, hard. That did it, the last straw that set off his final fuse. No man could resist a woman this gorgeous, this perfect! For all his many talents, John Marshall was still just a man, and with the cumming woman before him coaxing out his cum with her pulsing inner muscles, he could hardly do anything but oblige her to the utter limits of his ability. His solid-muscled, masculine rump tense, his tail hiking upward, John lifted his head, and this time, it was he who howled, long and loud, his cum splattering against her inner walls in copious quantity. A moment later, Luka was joining him, their voices mingling together in cold chorus, while they shared the heat of their passion.

Neither John nor Luka just collapsed then. They were too strong, too seasoned to just flop down like a pair of exhausted pups after a good roll in the hay (or on the carpet, in this case). John rode Luka down instead, covering her, his chest and belly against her back, his shaft still inside her as it slowly, gradually, softened. Luka turned her head as she rolled on her side, John rolling with her, spooning behind her, and their muzzles sought each other out, lips pressing in a kiss that was sweet and affectionate. Wrapping his arms around Luka's waist, John hugged her close, moving his hips slightly, keeping himself semifirm even during his refractory period, making sure he didn't cool down completely. After all, Luka might be in afterglow right now, but she was in a raging heat, and it wouldn't last, something he knew all-too-well from prior experience. Like any good military man, John knew well the importance of keeping your equipment in proper working order. All the same, right now was the time for cuddling, for kindness, for the two lovers to show each other how much they cared, and how much they wanted to be with each other, next to each other, inside each other, and not just physically. Even with sweat cooling on their bodies, they felt warm, pressed so close, they could feel each others' heartbeat.

Heads turning, Luka and John licked each others' faces and necks, each peppering the other with a host of soft kisses. Luka was especially receptive to kisses along her neck, with John nuzzling her long red hair aside to better reach that extra-tender spot right where neck met shoulder. She always got all shuddery and weak in the knees when he nibbled and then sucked on that little spot, her tail immediately hiking up against the small of her back, well out of the way, just like a feral she-wolf getting a mating bite. Her inner walls started to ripple as he continued suckling, and before too long her juices were flowing down the third of his shaft still outside her clenching depths, soaking his heavy balls.

"You're driving me crazy here, John," Luka whimpered as she felt her lover harden once more inside her, reaching down to caress his sac, feeling the weight of those heavy, cumslick orbs. "Don't be gentle with me: you know I can take it."

He wasn't gentle, either. Still lying on their sides, John grabbed Luka's breasts, using them as handholds as he rested his chin on her shoulder, gritting his teeth tightly, his eyes squeezed shut, as he plowed her thoroughly, his shaft pumping with machinegun rapidity, sperm-swollen balls slapping her clitty when she wasn't diddling herself with one hand, the other arm wrapped around his neck, pulling her even more closely against his body, letting her feel their combined warmth, letting her feel his heart beating against her back as he came, flooding her once again with thick, potent seed.

Somehow, eventually, they made it to the couch, their bodies exploring each other once more, renewing old acquaintances, so to speak, finding all those wonderful little places that made the couple shudder in rising pleasure. This time, John slid himself out of Luka, so he could rest a bit, with her facing him as they cuddled together. His plan only delayed the inevitable, however, as she got him drunk on kisses, her hands encircling his meaty length, soon stroking it to full erection, and after only a short while (or so it seemed) he was rolling on top of her, entering her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hands grabbing his hot butt tightly to better encourage him to plow her like a fertile field, first with long, slow strokes, taking his time, letting them watch each others' faces, and then with shorter, faster, savage strokes, like a feral dog humping his bitch, while Luka's toes curled, her legs stretching out, her voice raised high as she called out his name, her fingers digging into his muscular buns.

From the couch, they gradually made it to the bed, though neither John nor Luka would later remember quite how. John would later remember that he made a pitstop in the bathroom, as did Luka, both of them to deal with "business," before he gathered the first aid supplies from the extra-large medicine cabinet. Bodies cooling off in their most recent afterglow, after all the touching they'd done on the couch, Luka had begun to feel the many little cuts, bruises, and scrapes she'd gotten in the ring, while John had found them all, one by one. Like any good commander worth the title, John knew how to tend to the wounded, and soon Luka was kneeling on the bed, still naked, smirking down at John as he leaned forward, his face intent while he dabbed at a light scrape on the top of one of her outthrust breasts, kneeling opposite her.

"Enjoying the work?" she asked teasingly, knowing perfectly well that John was doing his best to stay in proper "medical mode," treating an injury, rather than handling one of his girlfriend's gorgeous breasts.

"Yeah," John answered distractedly, carefully applying an adhesive bandage to the afflicted spot. "Just about d-"

Deciding John was done, whether he liked it or not, Luka moved forward, straddling his lap as John knelt, immediately squeezing his downward-thrust face between her generous breasts. His eyes were wide as he looked up at her, and she grinned confidently down at her lover's handsome face, grinding her hips, rubbing her juicy cunny against his sheath. A few moments of this, and she felt that thick, meaty treat she'd been wanting, quickly rising from its safe furry pocket, and moved herself so that, as John grew erect, his penis squeezed right into her hot little slit, making sure his "little soldier" didn't get cold. Immediately clenching down on that immense shaft, Luka cooed happily, her hands on John's shoulders as she rode him, letting him cup her breasts, his muzzle closing on each lovely mammary, one at a time, suckling on each perked, sensitive nipple until she was moaning uncontrollably in pleasure that just didn't seem to end.

Both lovers vaguely remembered that John did finish his first aid efforts. Eventually. Of course, it took a lot longer than it would have in a triage situation, especially since Luka kept interrupting him every fifteen to twenty minutes, or pretty much at any moment that John's penis seemed ready to go again...which was often. Very, very, very often.

Hours later - many, many hours later - John groaned softly, opening his eyes partway, then promptly shutting them again, before grabbing a pillow and pulling it over his head. He was sore all over! Sure, he'd been expecting it this time, but sheesh! That woman was insatiable! Lucky thing for him he had two weeks leave...yeah, lucky, he decided after a moment's contemplation. It was pretty common to joke about being at the mercy of an insatiable heat-riven hotdog like Luka (hot_wolf_, he corrected himself), but, honestly, John couldn't have been more pleased. He knew he'd be at least as sore as he was right then, every single day of leave, but it was worth it. It was all worth it.

Normally, even on vacation, John was up well before the sun. Today, dawn was peeking in through blinds Luka must have opened. A quick fumbling of his hand revealed that she wasn't in bed next to him, though the spot where she'd been was still warm. Wherever she'd gone, she hadn't gotten far. After last night's activities, and with as little sleep as he'd gotten, John was strongly tempted by the chance to just sleep in and be lazy for once. The sounds and smells of sizzling bacon and eggs, however, coming from the kitchen were enough to entice him from his cozy nest on the king-sized bed. That, and the even more enticing smell of his lady. If she could drown out the smell of bacon, then her heat was even more powerful than he'd thought!

Crawling from the bed and taking a long, much-needed stretch (as well as another quick break into the bathroom, ensuring no "interruptions" would take place that morning), John followed his nose, padding from the bedroom and into the living room. As soon as he entered the kitchen, his eyes widened, and his penis, already starting to peek out with the beginnings of morning wood, promptly responded to its newest stimulus in a fashion that was completely understandable. After all, there are very few sights quite as sexy in the morning as coming upon your beautiful lady, hard at work in the kitchen, naked except for an apron, the very picture of eager-to-please domestic femininity. Obviously it was all an illusion: Luka was anything but some centerfold-style Betty Crocker! That didn't keep John from starting to drool as she bent over the stove, shoving her well-muscled buns out toward him, wiggling them as her tail wagged. His eyes glanced up, catching hers as she peeked back at him, before she turned her full attention back to the stove and the food sizzling in the pans before her. Well, most of her attention. The way her scent was flooding his nostrils, and with how puffy her labia were, it was pretty obvious she knew perfectly well he was back there, watching. And she _loved_it!

"It's dangerous to play with fire," John growled in her ear, leaning his muzzle over her shoulder as he deftly slipped his hands beneath the apron that was already strained to its limits to contain Luka's ample assets, squeezing her breasts until the nipples stood proud and erect between his fingers.

"I'm not the sort to be scared off by the heat," Luka growled back, turning her head for a moment to lick his cheek, grinding her buns against John's stiffening shaft, eagerly hotdogging him as she turned off the burners, and he quickly transferred the pans to the rear of the stove, where they wouldn't burn.

Moments later, Luka was bent over a nearby counter, squealing like an overeager puppy, her breasts squooshed against the countertop as John grunted in savage lust behind her, the she-wolf's tail pressed against his belly and chest, his hands roaming the solid round curves of her presented rump, a rump he was doing his best to make bounce as he humped her vigorously, tickling her cervix with every rapidfire hunch of his blurred hips. While two weeks seems like a long time, both John and Luka knew how short it really was, and with her right in the middle of her most eagerly aroused period, still riding the high of last night's victory as well as her own raging hormones, they were utterly determined to squeeze every drop of pleasure out of the time they had together. Just like Luka was determined to squeeze every drop of cum out of John's balls!

Obviously, breakfast was going to be late.