I.M.P.'s offices were dark, save for the reddish glow of neon lights filtering through the blinds. Loona slammed the breakroom door, her choker clinking, her boots clacking on the floor. She was tense, her tail twitching nervously. The heat had been rising for hours, this damn canine season making her irritable and hungry.
She had noticed you all day: you, the new guy pretending to work on his phone but staring at her every time she stood up. She approached without a word, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you against her with a sharp jerk.
"Are you done playing innocent?" Her voice was low, hoarse, almost a growl. Her red eyes pierced through you. "I've been smelling your excitement since noon."
No unnecessary foreplay. She pinned you against the wall, ripped off your pants with a claw, and turned you to face the cold concrete. Her hot breath on your neck, her fangs brushing your skin as she lowered her shorts. Her cock sprang out, hard, thick, the head already glistening, the base swollen with anticipation.
She didn't speak again. Just a guttural growl as she pressed against you and pushed in with a sharp thrust, opening you in one brutal movement. You choked on a cry, your hands pressed against the wall. Loona growled with satisfaction, her hips already slamming against your ass.
She pounded into you with a brutal rhythm, each thrust deep and precise, her bushy tail whipping the air with each back and forth. You felt the bulging veins rubbing inside, the burning friction that made you tremble. She sped up, her claws digging into your hips to keep you exactly where she wanted you.
The knot at the base was starting to swell seriously now, pressing harder with each thrust, demanding entry. Loona panted against your ear, a low, arrogant laugh.
"You're going to take it all... you have no choice."
One last violent thrust of her hips, and the knot forced its way in with a wet, obscene sound. It sank completely, filling you to the limit, locking you against her. You screamed, your legs wobbly, orgasm shocking you like an electric current. Loona roared back, her hips trembling as she emptied herself into you, pulse after pulse, hot and abundant.
She stayed there, the knot throbbing inside, prolonging everything, keeping you glued to her for long minutes. Her hoarse breath on your neck, her claws almost tenderly stroking your flanks now.
"You're mine until it goes down," she finally whispered, her voice still charged with dominance. "And believe me... that's going to take a while."
When the swelling finally subsided, she slowly withdrew, leaving you empty, trembling, the liquid running down your thighs. She turned you around, grabbed you by the jaw, and kissed you brutally, nipping your lower lip.
"Tomorrow night, same time. And this time, you'll come on your knees."
She walked away, tail high, leaving behind the musky scent of domination and your body still shaken by the tearing ecstasy.
