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."

The sounds of flesh striking flesh fill the room as you both lose yourself in this primal dance of dominance and submission. Loona's tail thrashes wildly behind her, a sign of her arousal and growing need for release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan or a growl of pleasure as she feels your teeth scrape against her collarbone.

With every passing second, the tension between them grows tighter, more intense.

Her voice rasps out a husky moan, "I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name." As she whispers these dirty words into your ear, Loona's nails dig into your shoulders and her hips thrust upward in a desperate attempt to find release. Her cunt clenches around your cock with the force of her desire, driving you both closer to the edge.

"Is that so, human?" She sits up slightly, propping herself on her elbows as she continues to regard you with a challenging expression. "Then I guess we'll just have to find out, won't we?" Her voice is playful and teasing, but there's an undertone of seriousness that implies she genuinely wants to test your limits.

She runs her tongue across her lips before leaning in closer, closing the distance between you until their noses almost touch. "But remember,"

"I'm not some toy to be played with at your leisure." Her voice is low and serious, a stark contrast to the playful tone from moments ago. "If we're going to do this... to play these games... then we need rules." She pulls back slightly, fixing you with a stern gaze. "No crossing lines, no pushing too far... and most importantly,"

She leans in again, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers, "We both have safe words."