For now at least

Arthur snapped his fingers and barked “Awake!” Kira inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily. Her lips parted slightly as she looked up at Arthur leaning against his desk. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I’m…” she started. She sniffed, she could smell him. And his crotch was right at eye level. There was no way she could miss that new bulge. “Can I…” she couldn’t think straight. Her body was in overdrive. She felt hot, flushed. Her cunt… oh Trask. Her cunt was going crazy. She was going to ruin this chair at this rate and her skirt was almost certainly a lost cause.

The inside of her pale green thighs were slick while she ground her knees together. Suddenly she lurched forward, her face pressed into the fabric of his pants. She inhaled again, she couldn’t think with the smell of his cock so close. Arthur popped the top button of his pants. She began pawing them off greedily. As they dropped to the floor his cock sprang up and rested gently on her face. She grabbed him in one hand and maneuvered him into her mouth, being extra careful to not graze his perfect cock with her sharp tusks.

He let her worship his cock. Her tongue was long and slick and teased the length of his newfound equipment. It was even bigger than the obvious fakes he saw in the fake ads that would definitely give you a computer virus. She had ditched her shirt, somehow removing it without stopping her attention. Arthur looked down at her. She had perfect perky tits. Her nipples were darker green and perfectly shaped.

Suddenly she stood pushing him to the desk. Before he wouldn’t have had a chance in the world of resisting her, but now…