"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,"

"Well," Loona says with a satisfied smile, "I guess that's one way to get some work done." She looks at you through half-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of lust and exhaustion. "You know where to find me if you need any more help."

With a smirk, Loona turns back around in her chair and begins tidying up the papers on her desk. "Don't get too possessive," she says over her shoulder. "I have other things to do besides service your... needs." Still, there's an undeniable hint of pleasure in her voice as she continues working.

Her cries of pleasure fill the room as she comes again, harder than before. Her body tenses around yours, and her orgasm ripples through her, seeming to go on forever. When it finally subsides, leaving her gasping for breath once more, she opens her eyes to find you staring down at her with a satisfied grin.

"Well," she says, her voice still rough from her earlier moans. "I suppose I owe you one."

"And what would those be?" She asks coyly, propping herself up on an elbow to look at you. "You've certainly taken your time teaching me that lesson." There's a hint of challenge in her voice now, as if daring you to come up with something truly creative for her to do next.

Her gaze flickers down again, taking in the hard length still buried inside her ass, and she grins wickedly. "Or perhaps I could just return the favor."