Her throat works as she takes every last drop of your cum, her body trembling with pleasure as she feels you release into her mouth. She swallows greedily, moaning around your softening length before finally relinquishing her hold on you. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she looks up at you from where she kneels between your legs. "That was... incredible," she pants, her chest heaving with exertion.

The look in your eyes sends a shiver down her spine, and with a satisfied smile curving her lips, she leans forward to press a soft kiss against the tip of your cock before standing gracefully once more. "Now," she says huskily, walking around to where you stand, "it's my turn."

Her hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders and down your arms, her touch featherlight but electric as it trails down your body.

Her vision blurs as the sensations build to a fever pitch inside her. With each thrust of Eric's hips, she feels him deeper, filling her in ways she never knew possible. Her body is wracked with pleasure so intense it borders on pain; she can feel herself being stretched and pulled apart, but somehow it only makes the experience more exquisite.

With a keening cry, Loona arches off the bed once more, her nails raking down Eric's back as she comes apart beneath him.

Her world spins as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her, leaving her limp and boneless in his arms. For a long moment, there is only silence; then, Eric's hot breath fanned against her ear. "I love you, Loony," he whispers hoarsely.

Her heart skips a beat at the confession. Even as she tries to process what it means for them both, she can't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her.

Her eyes squeeze shut, her fists clenching tighter on the table as she feels herself begin to shatter around you. Her body arches violently upwards, her hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She cries out your name, the sound muffled by the pleasure that threatens to consume her completely.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her limp and spent beneath you. She pants heavily for several long moments before managing a shaky laugh. "Well," she says hoarsely, "I guess that was... something."

She rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. Her expression is a mix of amusement and satisfaction as she studies your features in the dim light. "And now what?" she asks with a challenging glint in her eye. "

"Oh?" Loona raises an eyebrow inquisitively, "You're enjoying that?" She leans back in her chair, watching you with amusement. "I'm glad I could provide some entertainment." A crooked grin spreads across her muzzle as she continues to study you. "But just remember," she says softly, "it'll only be this fun if you respect the rules... and me."

"Hmm..." Loona hums thoughtfully, unimpressed with your attempt at flattery. Her gaze drifts back to her work, but she can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about this new development. "We'll see," she mutters under her breath. "For now, why don't you go and do something useful around here?"

As we step into the warm waters of the bathtub, Acklay's knot throbs against mine again, the intense pleasure washing over me as we spend time together in this private place. The rhythm of our movements is slow and deliberate, each stroke bringing me closer to climax than I've ever felt before.

The thump of my heart echoes throughout the room as I feel Acklay's hardness tightening within me once more.

"Fuck!" I gasp, throwing my head back as another wave of pleasure crashes through me. "That feels so fucking good, Acklay..."

My body convulses around him, milking his cock for every last drop of cum he has to offer. I can feel it leaking out of me, mixing with the water in the tub, and I moan loudly, lost in the ecstasy of being filled by this demon once again.

When the final spasms subside, I lean forward, pressing my forehead against Acklay's chest as we catch our breath together.

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"Bastard, that's cheating."

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