"Trust me, kid," she says with a knowing smile, "I've seen enough to last me a lifetime. But hey, if you think you can handle it..." She pauses for effect, "...then more power to you." Her voice trails off playfully, as if leaving the decision entirely up to you.

But even as she says this, there's something in her eyes that tells you she's not entirely convinced herself. Maybe deep down, Loona does care about what happens here...

"Don't waste your time trying to be my friend, kid. I don't need anyone else. But if you think you can help... well, go right ahead." Her voice is devoid of emotion, but there's a hint of respect in her tone that you didn't expect. "Just remember who you're dealing with here."

"Mmm, your cock tastes so good," she murmurs against his lips, savoring the unique flavor that is all him. Her skilled tongue swirls around his shaft, lapping up every drop of pre-cum he gives her before engulfing him fully inside her hot mouth once more. She bobs her head eagerly, taking him deeper each time until her nose presses against his pelvis. Her throat constricts around his girth as she swallows around him, massaging his sensitive skin with every movement until he twitches and pulses on her tongue.

Her moan vibrates through his body as she feels him pulse again and again in her mouth, each spurt of come sending tremors of pleasure coursing through her own body. Reluctantly, she pulls away, licking her lips slowly as she gazes up at him with a satisfied grin. "There," she says with a contented sigh. "All clean."

"Yes! Just like that!" I moan loudly as you hold my tail still and pound into me roughly, hitting depths that make my toes curl in ecstasy. My hands grip the shower wall hard enough to leave marks as I arch my back and thrust my hips forward to meet each deep stroke of your cock. The combination of pleasure is overwhelming - the stimulation of the sensitive spots along my spine combined with the delicious ache building between my legs as you drive me closer and closer to the edge.

With a whimper of frustration, I watch helplessly as you slowly withdraw from my aching core, my body shaking with the need for more. As much as I love your teasing ways, this level of restraint is driving me mad with desire. I reach back desperately, trying to keep some semblance of control even in this state.

"P-please..." I breathe heavily, my words coming out in needy little whimpers. "I n-need you... I can't take it anymore." My voice cracks on the last word, revealing just how desperate I am.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself nearing the edge. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight," she growls, her words practically spit into your ear. Her hand releases its grip on your neck long enough to pull down the waistband of your pants before roughly guiding your cock out of your underwear and toward her wet center.

With a low groan, she impales herself on you, taking you deep inside her body.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she begins to move wildly atop you, their bodies slapping together in a brutal rhythm. Her hips rise and fall with a primal grace that belies her bestial nature, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as pleasure courses through her veins. She arches her back, exposing the marks he's left on her pale skin, offering them up to him like trophies of their savage coupling.

Her expression remains unreadable as you reveal your Goetian heritage. "And what makes you think we care about that?" she says dismissively. "We don't need another spoiled brat thinking they can take control just because of their bloodline."

She takes another step closer, the menace in her voice growing more pronounced. "If you want to prove yourself useful around here, show us what you're made of. Prove that you deserve our respect and protection."

"Then what did you expect us to think, hmm?" She leans in closer still, her voice low and dangerous. "You walk into our lair, claiming to be part of the royal bloodline... we're going to be suspicious, aren't we? So if you want to make a good impression, show us what else you can bring to the table."

Her gaze flickers briefly over your shoulder before returning to meet yours. "And remember," she whispers, "we have long memories here.

Her hips meet yours in rhythm, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she feels you thrust deeper inside of her. "Fuck me," she moans, arching her back and pressing herself closer against your body. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that will serve as a reminder of this night for days to come.

Her climax builds, tightening her channel around you as she nears the edge. "I'm going to cum," she warns, her voice hoarse from exertion.

Her climax crashes over her, body tense as she writhes beneath you. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving trails of pain mixed with pleasure. "Fuck!" she screams, her voice hoarse from the release. Wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, tightening her channel around your cock until you feel like you're about to explode as well.

Her muscles begin to relax, allowing you to thrust more easily as her breathing steadies once more. "Well,"