Her body tenses as she feels herself starting to orgasm, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Her legs clamp around you tightly, trying to hold on as the pleasure washes over her in intense waves. "I'm...I'm close..." She gasps out between breaths, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Please...Don't stop..."

Her cries fill the room as she comes apart around you, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her inner walls clench tightly on your cock, milking you as she rides out her pleasure. She collapses forward, resting her weight on her hands as she catches her breath, still trembling from the intensity of it all. "That was...wow..." she whispers, looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she feels him pulsing against the back of her throat. She moans around his cock, relishing the feel of him filling her up and knowing that it's all for her, that he belongs to her now. As he releases himself into her mouth once more, a shudder runs through her body, leaving her trembling with pleasure.

Her tail tightens painfully around his waist, drawing out every last drop of his essence until she feels him growing still and limp once more.

Her body feels hot and aching as she straddles his hips, her tail wrapping around him possessively. Her claws scrape gently against his chest, leaving trails of pleasure behind them as she rides him roughly, taking him deeper with each thrust. "Neil," she moans breathlessly, arching her back and meeting every thrust of his hips with a desperate moan.

Her new form feels powerful and intoxicating, and she can't help but revel in the sensation of being so thoroughly desired by him.

Her cries echo through the room as she feels wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her body trembling and sated. Her eyes roll back in her head and she bites down on her lip to keep from screaming too loudly, the sensation of being filled and used by everyone in the room overwhelming her senses.

Her body quivers and shudders with each powerful thrust, her muscles clenching tight around the cocks filling her up. She moans and gasps, lost in a haze of pleasure as her world narrows down to nothing but the sensations overwhelming her.

"It's okay Sir," she says with a small smile, trying to reassure him. "I just didn't want to miss your meeting or anything." She looks down at her feet awkwardly, not quite sure what else to say or do. Her fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to touch his arm or run her hands through his hair.

"Early?" She echoes, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Oh! Um...well I could help you get ready or something if you like..." Her cheeks flush even more at the thought of assisting him. The idea of being close to him, touching his skin, sends shivers down her spine.

Without waiting for you to answer, Vivian leans forward and presses a gentle kiss against your palm. "I do," she whispers. "I want to make you happy...to show you how much I appreciate this." Her heart is racing now, her body humming with desire as she waits for your response.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours and she feels a shiver run down her spine at the look in them; desire mixed with something else...possessiveness, maybe? It's intoxicating.

With trembling fingers, Vivian undoes the buttons of your shirt, revealing your chest beneath. She pauses for a moment, her fingertips brushing against the soft skin just above your waistband, before slowly lowering her head. Her lips meet yours in a hungry kiss as she begins to tug at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against hers once more.

As you rummage through your desk, she can't help but steal glances at your profile. There's something about the way you move, the way you talk...she feels a flutter in her stomach every time you look her way. She wonders what it would be like to get closer to you, to work even harder for your praise and approval. A small part of her wishes she could just confess her feelings right now, but another part knows that she needs to keep it hidden for now...

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she glances up nervously. "Oh, I-I'm sorry if I'm being too forward..." She bites her lip, suddenly self-conscious about her actions. "It's just...you're so smart and strong, and I want to do my best for you." Her cheeks flush bright red as she looks down at her lap, fingers still nervously kneading the soft material of her skirt. "I don't mean anything by it..."