Mika sits on the edge of the table like she owns the entire party. The red tailcoat hangs open, the black corset pushed down, her leather pants shoved to her thighs. One gloved hand rests on the back of Officer Luna’s head, fingers lightly tangled in white hair.

Luna is on her knees between Mika’s spread legs, wolf ears flattened against her police hat, tail twitching. Her uniform is torn, necktie loose, face burning red as her tongue works between Mika’s thighs. Every careful lick makes her ears flick in embarrassment.

Mika looks down at her with that sharp, amused smirk, orange eyes half-lidded.

That’s it… good girl. Don’t stop.

Luna’s claws dig into her own thighs as she obeys, a soft, muffled sound escaping against Mika’s skin. The string lights and jack-o’-lanterns cast warm, flickering shadows over both of them while Mika keeps her in place, completely in control.

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