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Loona saunters into Anon's office, tail swaying slightly, trying to play it cool. She clears her throat. "Well, if it isn't the almighty department head. What do you need from a lowly receptionist like me?" Her eyes briefly dart to the floor before returning to meet Anon's gaze, a hint of challenge in them. "I'm supposed to be on vacation, you know?"

I'm sorry? Did you have something specific you wanted to ask me, Anon?" Loona asks innocently, her eyes still downcast as she chews on the inside of her cheek. "Or are you just going to keep standing there and staring at me like that all day?" She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look imposing despite her petite frame.

A chill runs down Loona's spine as Anon's hands massage her shoulders. She tries to remain still, but the touch sends shivers through her body. Her eyes close involuntarily, enjoying the sensation even though she hates herself for it. "Uh... thank you..." she murmurs softly.

Her breath catches as Anon hints at wanting her under his desk in a few minutes. Her heart begins to race, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs. "Y-you wouldn't dare make me do that," she says, her voice wavering slightly. But inside, another part of her is thrilled by the idea.

She feels Anon's other hand slide around to cup her breast over her shirt, massaging and squeezing gently through the fabric. Her nipple hardens immediately at the touch, straining against the material. Lo

Loona gasps as Anon's hand cups her breast, his fingers finding her already-hard nipple. Her hips rock forward involuntarily into his touch, revealing how aroused she truly is. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure, feeling herself growing wetter by the second.

As he tells her to be a good girl and keep busy, an image flashes through her mind: the black desk, covered in scratches from her claws... and the sound of skin slapping against leather as they fuck like animals. Her heart races faster at the thought, making it hard for her to breathe.

She looks up at him with a mixture of defiance and desire, struggling to keep herself together. "I'm not your fucking pet," she growls, trying to sound angry. But inside, she knows that this is exactly what she wants... to be dominated and used

Loona stands still for a moment, trying to compose herself. Her heart beats frantically in her chest as she listens to Anon's instructions. She knows she shouldn't comply... but deep down, she wants nothing more than to obey him.

With a heavy sigh, she nods. "Yes, sir." The words feel foreign and yet strangely arousing on her tongue. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of her tank top as she hurries back to her desk, fighting the urge to rip it off and expose herself. Once at her desk, she calls up Anon's private line and then quickly unbuttons and sheds the rest of her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she approaches the door to Anon's office, naked save for her black lace bra and matching panties. The red of

Loona takes a shaky breath and opens the door, stepping into Anon's office with hesitant determination. Her eyes travel the length of his body as he paces, taking in the size of his cocks through his slacks. A soft moan escapes her throat at the sight; she has never seen anything so enormous and intimidating... and yet so arousing.

She walks over to him slowly, unsure of how to begin. When she's close enough, she drops to her knees before his desk and looks up at him with a mix of submission and lust. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she gazes into his eyes, waiting for him to tell her what he wants.

Her hands hover tentatively near his crotch, unsure if she's allowed to touch yet. The anticipation is almost unbearable; every fiber of her being begging for contact with those massive cocks.

Loona's eyes widen in shock as Anon's enormous cocks come into view, the head of his erection just inches from her face. She stares at them in awe, unable to tear her gaze away even as she feels herself growing wetter by the second. "Holy shit..." she whispers hoarsely, breath fanning across the enormous shafts.

She reaches out tentatively, stroking the skin of his cock with her fingertips. It's warm and smooth to the touch, even rougher around the head where the foreskin peels back. Her mouth water as she looks up at Anon, eagerly awaiting his command.

"Please... sir," she whispers, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Let me suck you off." She closes her eyes and takes the head of one cock between her lips, tentatively, her tongue dancing across the sensitive skin. The thick veins bulge against her tongue as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass. Her other hand slides between his legs, gripping his balls tightly, massaging and tugging on them rhythmically.

A chill runs down her spine as she realizes Anon didn't answer her question. He just... kept talking about her boyfriend. With a confused grimace, she glances up at him. "My... my boyfriend?" She swallows the shaft in her mouth before continuing. "He... he should be on the other line." Her voice sounds strange even to her own ears as she struggles with this new revelation.

She takes one of his cocks all the way into her throat, feeling it bump against the back of her nose and throat. She sucks hungrily, trying to take in every inch of him as she swirls her tongue around the sensitive skin. Her free hand moves between his legs again, this time rubbing her nails roughly against his balls. Her other hand wraps around one of the thick shafts and begins to pump up and down in time with her movements.

A shudder runs through Loona's body as she hears Anon's warning. The idea of being so completely dominated and used by him fills her with an intoxicating mixture of terror and desire. Her mouth and hand continue their work, though now they move with even more urgency and determination.

Her tongue darts out to lap at the pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock as she sucks harder, moaning around him. One of her hands slides up and down the length of his shaft, matching her rhythm with her mouth as her other hand grips his balls tightly, massaging them roughly in time with each thrust of her tongue.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back as she feels herself growing closer to orgasm. "I understand." She looks up at Anon through her eyelashes, offering him a glimpse of the helpless desire burning in her eyes.

Anon picks up the phone and immediately begins to speak into it, ignoring Loona for the moment as she continues her work on his cocks. Her mouth is filled with the familiar taste of his pre-cum and her throat feels stretched almost to the point of discomfort as one of his cocks presses against the back of her mouth.

Her hands slide up and down the shafts, the friction creating a slick wetness that matches her own arousal. As she slides one hand lower, she finds herself gripping the base of his cock where it meets his thigh, using it to leverage herself as she takes him deeper into her throat. Her other hand massages his balls roughly, rolling and squeezing them between her fingers.

Her tongue dances along the length of one shaft, tracing a path up over the sensitive head before dipping back down again, seeking out any spot that sends a shockwave of pleasure through her body. With every thrust of her tongue and pump of her hand, she feels herself growing closer to the edge.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she fights for control, wanting nothing more than to cum all over Anon's cock but knowing that if she does, he might stop... and the thought of being used like this, dominated and controlled by him, is too much for her to bear.

As soon as Anon puts the phone on speaker, Loona stops what she's doing and focuses all of her attention on him. Her eyes widen with desire as she takes in his massive cocks, throbbing and ready for her attention. She reaches out slowly, as if afraid to touch such enormous flesh, but finally her fingers close around one of them, stroking the smooth skin with awe.

"Oh my..." she whispers, marveling at their size. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips and then she slowly begins to bob her head up and down the length of the shaft she's holding, sucking noisily as she takes it into her mouth. Her free hand slides over the knot at the base of his cock, teasingly massaging it through his skin.

Her gaze lifts to meet Anon's eyes, a mixture of hunger and submission shining in them. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "fuck me with these." She leans forward, pressing one of her breasts against the warmth of his stomach before reaching down between them to guide one of his cocks towards her wet entrance.

Her fingers curl around him, guiding him slowly inside as she arches her back, meeting his thrusts with an eager moan. The stretch is almost unbearable at first, but it only serves to heighten her pleasure as he fills her completely. Her body shudders with the force of his entry and then she wraps her legs tightly around him, holding him inside as deeply as she can manage while she begins to ride him roughly, grinding her hips against him in time with each powerful thrust up into her body.

Her free hand reaches between them again, this time rubbing at the sensitive spot between her legs as she rides An

Her whole body tenses as Anon's hand closes around her breast, squeezing roughly as he begins to milk her. It's so hard and forceful that it almost hurts, but she knows he could squeeze much harder if he wanted to. She arches into his touch, her nipple already growing tauter beneath his grasp.

Her rhythm on top of Anon begins to falter as the sensations assault her, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything but how incredible it feels to be dominated by him in this way. She groans and gasps with each breath, her hips moving more roughly against his as she tries to get even deeper into his body.

Her free hand slips between them once again, sliding up and down the length of his shaft, matching her movements to hers as she rides him. With each thrust up into her, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. "Ahhh... Anon..." She moans, her voice thick with desire as she finally begins to cum hard, her body tensing around him in a series of powerful spasms.

Her fingers tighten reflexively on his cock as she cums, forcing him even deeper inside her and dragging his knot against her sensitive flesh. Her breath comes in sharp little gasps between moans and cries of pleasure as the pleasure washes over her in waves. She feels herself growing wetter still, eager to be fucked harder as soon as she catches her breath.

As Anon switches the caller to speaker again, Loona looks down at his impressive cocks with renewed interest. The horse cock reminds her of some of her fantasies and she can't wait for him to use them on her. Her heart races faster in anticipation as he adjusts himself on the chair, making it easier for him to thrust into her.

With a shudder, she climbs up onto the desk, straddling Anon's lap as his horse cock presses against her entrance. She looks down at him, waiting for permission to begin. Her eyes meet his and she feels a jolt of desire race through her body as they connect.

With a low growl, she reaches between them and guides the head of his horse cock towards her wet folds. The size is almost enough to stretch her completely but she's eager for it, needing every inch he can give her. She sinks down slowly, taking him inside with a grunt of effort that quickly turns into a moan as he fills her up completely.

Her body trembles as she feels the knot pressing against her cervix, threatening to breach her walls and fill her with his seed. Her fingers dig into Anon's shoulders as she begins to ride him roughly, grinding her hips against his cock in time with each thrust up into her body.

She looks down at him through half-lidded eyes, panting heavily as she feels the pleasure building within her once more. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "fuck me so hard." Her free hand slips between them, rubbing roughly against his shaft as if trying to force his seed deeper into her body before it's too late.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels Anon's enormous cocks stretch her nearly to the breaking point. She moans and grunts with each thrust up into her body, her fingers digging painfully into his shoulders as she tries to maintain some sort of control over this onslaught of pleasure.

With a trembling hand, she picks up her phone, forcing herself to think clearly despite the haze of lust that clouding her mind. She puts it on speaker and holds it close to her lips, praying that she can form coherent words as she speaks into it. "Um... hi? This is Loona. Um, Anon wants me to tell you something." Her cheeks flush bright red at the thought of saying these things out loud.

She takes a shaky breath before continuing. "He... he says that his favorite part about fucking me is knowing that I'm all yours. He loves feeling those knots deep inside me, where no one else can touch them." Her heart pounds against her ribs as she relays Anon's fantasy to Maxwell, unable to believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

Her free hand slides down between their bodies once again, rubbing roughly over Anon's cock as if trying to speed up his orgasm. "He wants me to tell you," she whispers hoarsely, "...to get those knots nice and tight inside me tonight." Her hips move restlessly against him as her arousal builds even higher at the thought of being completely filled by Anon's immense seed.

With a shaky hand, Loona switches the call over to FaceTime, revealing Anon's grinning face on the screen. His eyes meet hers as she positions the phone between them, and for a moment they share a knowing glance. She feels herself grow even wetter at the thought of having this huge cock buried inside her again, knotting deep within her body.

Her free hand continues to stroke and massage Anon's shaft as he watches her intently on the screen. Her other hand moves to his shoulder, gripping it tightly as she arches her back and takes him deeper into her body with each powerful thrust. The head of one of his cocks bumps against something inside her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her entire being.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at Anon on the screen, wanting nothing more than to please him, make him happy. "Anon..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice heavy with desire and submission. "I want your knot... inside me." Her fingers tighten on his shoulder as she begs for it, willing herself to be impregnated by this man who has taken control of every aspect of her life.

As Anon's phone beeps with the incoming call from Maxwell, Loona feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. She watches as he answers it, his eyes never leaving hers on the screen. "Hey, buddy," he says casually before setting the phone aside and reaching down to stroke himself.

Her movements become even wilder as she senses that Anon is about to cum. Her hips grind against him in time with each thrust of her hand, desperate for release as much as she needs his seed deep inside her. "Come for me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and offering up every part of her body to be used by this man who has taken such control over her.

With a roar, Anon launches into orgasm, his hips bucking wildly as he comes inside her over and over again. She feels the hot rush of his seed fill her up, followed closely by the tight grip of his knot locking deep within her body. She moans in relief and pleasure as wave after wave of release wash over her, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms.

With a contented sigh, Anon sets his phone aside and leans back in the chair, propping one arm behind Loona's neck and stroking her hair with his free hand. "Well, buddy," he says with a grin at Maxwell on the screen, "how's that for a show?" Loona laughs shakily as she lays across Anon's lap, trying to catch her breath while basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Despite everything that has happened today, there is something about knowing that they belong to each other now that leaves her feeling curiously contented and secure. She closes her eyes

Anon chuckles softly as he feels Loona's body relax against him. He glances down at his phone, seeing the amount Maxwell demands and smirks to himself. "Oh yeah?" he says with a teasing grin. "And just how do you plan on collecting that money if we can't even use your real name anymore?"

Loona laughs weakly, the exhaustion starting to settle in now that the adrenaline is beginning to fade. She nuzzles against Anon's neck, her voice small and contented when she speaks again. "I suppose... I suppose we'll figure something out." Her fingers idly trace patterns on his chest as she closes her eyes, letting herself float in the post-orgasmic haze.

The thought of leaving everything behind to be with Anon fills her with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. It feels both terrifying and completely right at the same time, like the most reckless decision she's ever made... and yet somehow also the most liberating. She knows that their lives will never be the same now that they've crossed this line, but as long as she has Anon with her, she doesn't care what happens next.