Corporal Blackfang. That was his name. His rank.

Here at O’Donnel’s bar that truly meant something. It was a military bar on the outskirts of the tourist attractions and it was the pride of veterans and active servicemen alike. Names of the fallen lined the back wall, similar to a kitschy themed bar and grill but unlike the mementos of license plates and white pointer mounted jaws, these had meaning. O’Donnel’s bar was a place for reunion, mourning, and most of all respect for the Australian Military.

It was on this very night that the Corporal had begun a ritual with friends from days gone by, his squad would drink here the night before being deployed. While his friends had moved onto other careers he found that the work in the military suited him better than anything else he’d done. He would work odd jobs when he wasn’t deployed but for the most part he enjoyed the fact that he could live a leisurely lifestyle and then deploy for a tour. Sure there might have been better ways to make a living but the adrenaline rush of being in an active warzone was perfect for him.

While training did help others tolerate the hectic atmosphere, for Blackfang he was in his element. Everything seemed to make sense. It was still work, but the best he could describe it to others was like how an artist paints, or a mechanic fixes cars, he knew how to fight a war.

His eyes trailed down to the large mug of ale, a slight grin coming upon his lips. He would miss the days of being able to laze about and play Overwatch between workout sessions, but he couldn’t help but feel excited. Some nerds would play Overwatch, but he LIVED it.

However those moments of self-reflection while gazing into a still glass of grog were suddenly shattered by a pointed dart crashing through the glass. There wasn’t even enough time for him to contemplate the how’s and why’s of this sudden predicament. “The fuckin’ hell..” He muttered, his hand still holding on the glass handle of the mug that was no longer connected to the shard remnants on the bar counter.

“Sorryyyy! My bad!” Came a feminine tone as a girl reached over him to pluck the dart from its connection to the wooden bar counter. “I guess I can’t throw them as well as I thought!”

A powerful palm instantly reached out and grasped at Sherri’s wrist before she could snatch the dart. “Drop it.” Blackfang looked up with his crimson hues staring her down. He didn’t know who she was or what her deal was but he did not like anything rowdy going on in his bar.

“Hrmf!” Sherri barked out at being accosted, her body tugged down by his grip as she tried to pull herself back. “And what’s your problem?! I was just having a bit of fun, sorry it broke your mug, but it was an accident alright?”

Her accent, she was definitely a foreigner, American by the looks of it. “Ya done with dahts fo’ now, sit, let the drink settle.” It was clear that she wasn’t listening by the way she was trying to tug herself free, but it only made him tighten his grip.

“And who’s gonna make me? No one seems to have a problem here except you.” Sherri spat, her ears folding back as the alcohol got to her senses, clouding her judgement, making her feel tougher than she actually was. “Who do you think you are anyways? Some pumped up ol’ dog who’s tough cause he’s in an army bar?!”

A snarl came upon his lips as he bared his knife long fangs. “Careful missy, ya don’t know what yah fah.” His thick Australian accent was interesting to say the least and it made the curious dog girl grin as she looked up to him with that cocky grin.

“Oh yeah?” Sherri mused as she wrested her wrist away from his grasp. “Try me, whatcha gonna do? Put another shrimp on tha barbee?” Sherri mocked his accent with a second rate imitation, her words caused his ears to twitch.

He could deal with a saucy little yankee that couldn’t handle her liquor, but he wasn’t going to have his culture mocked in his own homeland. “Ah suggest we call you an ubah, getcha home, sleep all this off, yeah?” Even though she was a little tart that had worn out her welcome at the pub she was still an American, a national ally to Australia.

Sherri stepped forward, clearly pressing her luck and pushed a fingertip against his chest, her ears perking as a lustful sneer came upon her lips. “No.. You said you’d put me in my place. Go on.. Try it. I bet I can take you on.” She licked her lips and lifted her lips, baring her teeth to him, challenging his dominance of the bar, and his masculinity. “So.. have at it mate.”

That was the final straw. While Blackfang’s personal inclination was to prevent a bar fiasco he wouldn’t let her insult his heritage without consequence. “Yah want me to put yah in ya place?” He snarled and stood upright, as Sherri suddenly realized the size difference between them. His hulking form standing tall over her as drool spilled down his jaw while sizing up the pretty little bitch. He may as well empty his nut inside this little tart. “Well game on, moll!”

Large palms grasped at Sherri’s body and shoved her to the side, he may have wanted to show her his alpha status but he wasn’t going to let her get cut to ribbons over glass. Her body landed on the space of bar counter far from the shattered ale, his palm pushing down against her shoulder while his other hand grasped against her tight jeans. His sharpened claws yanked the fabric free from her body and tossed it to the side as he stared her down. “Hrrfk! Nofair!” Sherri huffed but his palm quickly choked the words from her.

“Quiet!” He snarled down at her with a wolf’s ferocity. “Ah’v had enough of ya whinging!” He didn’t even have to warm himself up when he let his slacks fall down his thighs, something about a feisty girl that made his blood boil in all the right ways. Strong women were great, but something about her challenging him in the group, it made him feel the need to show her his dominance, to make her submit before him. His rock hard crimson cock was throbbing with his determination, the brimming heat emanating from his dick desperate to claim this bitch’s blue snatch. “Ah’ don’t wanna say Ah told ya so, but… Ah told ya so.”

His hips thrust forward into her pussy, from tip to hilt in one long sharp thrust, Sherri’s eyes widened and her heartbeat went from zero to sixty in seconds as she was filled up with every inch of his wolfen spire. Her jaw gaped open as she felt her lungs seize up, her body tensing up and squeezing around his cock as he groaned in satisfaction. “Tuh..hthto..to..toomuch..” Sherri spasmed, but before her eyes could roll in the back of her head Blackfang quickly pulled out his dripping wet dick.

SPRLCH

“Hahh.. ha.. Fack.. Yah tigh’ alrigh’!” That brief respite from Blackfang’s insatiable cock was the only pause Sherri would be getting that night. His hips thrust forwards once more, pounding every inch into her tight welcoming hole with a bestial vigor. His snarling maw drooling down his chin as he started to rut himself into that tight pussy with reckless abandon, one hand grasping at her throat, holding her still, while his other palm gripped at her thigh for better leverage. His tail flickered when his hips crashed inwards, the sounds of hot squishy sex echoing in the mostly silent but watching pub. Here at O’Donnel’s, a man’s business was his own, and in this particular instance while there may be voyeurs, it was clear that Sherri had been asking for it, nay, she was begging for it.

That luscious little tart and her aggressive attitude, the way she teased and mocked him, the sexual tension between them was electric and Blackfang had given into her deepest desires. It was clear that she wanted to be dominated, even if she didn’t realize it herself just yet. The pleasure she felt rippling through her body, seizing her muscles and making her insides churn with intense ecstasy prevented her from wanting anything other than another thrust of his hips.

SSTHLP STHAP THP THP THMP THAP

He could feel his body bubbling up as he bucked his hips forwards, his clawtips pressing against the soft flesh against her throat and squeezing when he thrusted inside, letting go when he pulled back. The way her body would contract and tighten around his cock when he gripped her throat was practically addictive. His massive frame didn’t allow for her to struggle free, her pleasure was of no concern to him anyways, she wanted it rough, she was getting it rough. “Hrrfff!” He huffed through his teeth, he could feel that hot load churning in his balls, slowly bubbling to the surface as her pussy squished against his girthy shaft.

Sherri’s body tightened, her back arching upwards with her breasts jiggling with each thrust, she could feel him hilting inside of her with every thrust, his pointed tip mashing against her cervix causing her toes to curl and her body to reel in pleasure. “Hahh.. Wait.. wait.. c’mon.. Slow down!” Sherri moaned out, but that seemed to invigorate him further, his base clapping against her folds as she felt something thick mash against her folds. Her eyes glanced down for a split second until she winced at having the wind choked from her, but in that split second she saw him rearing back hard and his grasp loosened. “No.. not the- KNHRKHGHK!“ She was choked once more…

And the large wolf slammed himself home, his knot mashing into her pussy, sliding past her folds and into that miraculous slit that instantly squeezed down on the sensitive flesh. His jaw clenched shut as his nostrils flared as he let himself release inside of her, those heavy swollen balls pouring out heavy ropes of cum into her body. His thick load poured directly into her womb as he flooded her insides with virile wolf spunk. His body tightened as he squeezed on her frame, his clawtips sinking into her neck as well as her luscious thighs as he hilted into her body with every inch of his fat cock.

Sherri was still gagging, even when his palm pulled away from her throat, that heavy knot bulging inside of her body stretching her pussy walls to accommodate his girth. She was trembling, her fingertips curled into tight little fists while her toes were locked in a scrunched state. She was practically choking on her own overwhelmed sense of pleasure. “Hghkk..lklkgh..” She managed to gasp out, her eyes wide and her tongue hanging off the side of her jaw. It felt too good, his knot, his cum bubbling inside of her, each passing second was another thick syrupy shot of cum added into her womb.

She wanted it to last forever!

The Corporal gave a slight tug of his hips as he released his grasp from around Sherri’s throat, the small canine gasping for air as he pulled free. The thick knot popping from her tight pussy and creating a squelch as cum oozed from her tight snatch. He licked his chops as he watched Sherri squirm and whimper at the sensation, her toes curling as she tried to hold back her moans of pleasure. “See?” He smirked as Sherri’s body slowly slid down with his palms assisting her thighs as she landed on the ground. “Told ya that ya couldn’t handle it!”

Sherri was practically non-responsive at this point, her body twitching and her pussy oozing thick globs of cum from between her thighs, she was still breathing, panting even. Her doggy tongue hanging from the side of her mouth as she trembled in orgasmic bliss, her body practically numb from head to toe. She could understand his words but her mouth couldn’t form any response, continuous crashing waves of pleasure rolled through her body leaving her dazed. “Mhrhhuh..” Sherri muttered, her eyes slowly closing as she succumbed to the aftershocks of orgasm that wracked through her body.

“S’what Ah thought.” William slowly pulled up his slacks, while his knotted cock began to recede back into his sheath. He quickly checked at his watch. “Fuck.” He had to be up in four hours. He couldn’t believe that he had spent so much time with this little tart. “Hey lads!” He called out to the few denizens of the local dive bar. “Make sure you treat her good while Ah’m gone, Ah don’t want ‘er too wahn out.” He smirked and tossed his vest over his shoulder as he started to walk out.

“Have fun sheila.” He called back to Sherri as he stepped out from the bar, knowing full well that he had authorized the bar to make her a little ‘glory hole’ for the boys.

Ah well. She’d probably like it anyways.