S2: Heavy Weaponry
Shasta was alone in the armoury, quietly polishing the barrel of a handgun absently with an oiled rag. Streak after streak of gleaming metal was brushed over with the cloth to the point where the dulled light shone along its menacing length. It had become a small obsession, focusing all her attention upon the weapon; she had been without a partner for far too long, and she desired intimacy. She needed something daring, something dangerous... The army had given her that edge, but then she'd branched out onto more alluring things, and now she had the taste for it. Shame there wasn't anybody who could satisfy her the way she wanted on the base...
Sighing, she dropped the rag onto the table-top, cocking the gun with an adrenaline-inducing click; she aimed for nowhere in particular, taking a stance up and trying to see if the sensation of wielding a vicious tool of death could thrill her enough to allow her to be free of cravings for a while, but no such luck...
Just then, a paw flashed out and grasped her paw enclosed around the gun, wheeling it out and around behind her back. Her joints were given a crushing yank, and the gun clattered to the floor free from her grip, and she was slammed against a wall. Shasta looked back wildly with vehement eyes to look at her attacker, but as her muzzle turned, a pair of soft lips covered her own and a tongue probed for entrance. Shock took her system, and she submitted to this dominant fur as they claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply, the odd taste filling her senses as he moaned involuntarily. A bright blush burned along her cheeks, and she pressed tightly up against the wall as the owner of the tongue in her maw stepped closer, their warmth rubbing against her back. She was beginning to respond to the kiss, regaining her composure and giving in to
her desires, but whoever had ambushed her had other plans. They wheeled her around on a sixpence, and pushed her back against the wall so that she came face to face with her 'assailant'.
It was Colonel Miles... her superior. This was impossible!
"I've smelt you all over the base," He growled into her ear, closing what little gap remained between them, his head next to hers, "You dirty girl, you're in heat, aren't you?"
"Yes sir..." She whined, arching her back and drinking in the feeling of a body finally so close to her own. It was true, she was going through her cycle, and she was surprised and even a little annoyed that nobody had tried to have their way with her... but now it looked like her wish was coming true.
"We'll have to sort you out then; can't have you choking the troops... You know how we're gonna do that, eh soldier?"
Without so much as having the chance to stutter a reply, Shasta's arms were lifted above her, and Miles pulled out a pair of handcuffs with a taunting grin. He jingled them about in front of the woman's face before latching them around one of her wrists. Back around she was spun, then bent over the table-top. She glanced back over her shoulder, watching as the male wolf stripped down, revealing the softened grey and silvered fur, parted with his white belly. Then, with a sultry smirk, he undid his fly, pulling out his junk into full view. Her breathing quickened as she felt the air become heavy; Miles reached forward and brought her arms together, locking the other cuff around her free wrist, binding her hands behind her back. She was not at his mercy, and she panted with need as he tugged at the waistband of her khaki trousers, then at her panties.
She shivered as he peeled them away, letting her moist sex meet the chill of the air. Miles's paw stroked along her pussy, two daring fingers delving their way in deeply as he possessed her mouth again. Once more that rough, powerful tongue sent shivers running all the way down her legs as she began to moan, body quivering in final sexual delight. Those fingers worked their magic on her, soaking her till she glistened, panting loudly without caring if anybody heard. Somewhere along the line, a third finger was added, and she whimpered longingly as they were removed with a sudden curtness. Her hips swayed shakily with the throes of her heat, but her whines of displeasure were caught in her throat as something else teased around her nether region.
A fat, blunt head probed and prodded around her cunt, pushing its way inside without so much as a care to opening Shasta up. The male grinned, feeling those lips part and envelope his head nicely, signifying his entry before ploughing the rest inside with a crude shove. The bulge of his knot smothered against her pussy, and deeming them both ready, he started to properly fuck her; he built up his pace quickly, gaining a staggeringly blistering speed that had Shasta nearly buckling over from the intense satisfaction it gave her. She could very well see herself cumming several times, way before Miles even got the faintest urge to unload. It didn't take her long before she was screaming his name into the rafters, her lower abdomen on fire with burning lust as she came hard against him.
All the while, his slick, salmon pink tool kept jackhammering into her, gliding effortlessly in and out as though it were made to be there. With his paws curled under Shasta's armpits and hooked onto her shoulders, he kept bringing her back harshly, impaling her onto his prick with vigour.
It was only when she heard Miles begin to growl and huff did she realise he was finally drawing to a peak. She'd lost count of how many times she'd blown it... six, maybe seven before she'd given up totting up her orgasms. All that mattered was getting Miles to blow his; she started to throw herself back into his thrusts, slamming and working her hips against his, slipping down deeper. She whimpered as she felt that bulbous knot of his stretch her little by little as it threatened to swell. His pace became erratic quickly and soon descended into short, rapid humping as he drove home that knot until... Pop! With a wet slurp, the knot sunk into her folds, and then exploded to a greater size as hot, creamy dog jizz poured into her. She yelled aloud as she was sure she counted her eighth orgasm, her body barely able to keep up its own weight as she sweated from the exertion.
A rough slap to one of her cheeks brought her dazed attention back around as the afterglow of sex was rudely interrupted. Miles was leering down at her,
"Don't get comfy," He ground out with a guttural growl, "You ain't done just yet. I want round two!"