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Ezriana wouldn’t have argued that Ryoohki’s job was easy. She knew better than to think that, given the long and difficult hours that he worked, but the fact that he was able to work from home meant that he was able to blow off steam a little more easily than those who were trapped in an office.

“Just need to snug this up a little bit more. That...that oughta do it.”

She would have been happy to help him blow off some of that steam, but then, she figured that sort of thing would have to wait until the end of the workday: given that she would have her own schedule to worry about, it stood to reason that she wouldn’t be able to come over and do anything about it until after her own shift ended.

That all changed when she found herself overloaded with paid time off, and having to take a day anyway, she decided to drop in on the bear for a quick, daytime visit.

“Is, uhm...is all of this necessary?” she asked. “Like, really necessary? I get that you’re trying to make sure I’m comfortable, but I’m the one who came over and inconvenienced you, technically.”

“It’s far from inconvenient. You know I’m always happy for the company,” Ryoohki countered. “But I’m also going to do my best to be a good host, and if you’re going to be here with me all day, I need to make sure that you’re cozy and comfortable.”

Ryoohki’s room in his apartment was large enough that he could get away with just having Ezriana hang out on the couch in the corner, or sit on the bed while she chatted him up, but he didn’t want to feel like he was dismissing her presence.

Instead, there was another place that he thought the wolfess might be better served, and though it was a less than traditional arrangement, cozy was absolutely the word that came to mind, given the tight and unique quarters she was in.

“I mean, I do appreciate that you went with the fleece lined cuffs down here,” Ezri admitted. “A lot more comfortable than plain leather, if I’m gonna be here a while-”

“Preferably until the end of the shift,” Ryoohki butted in. “Or at least until I need to take a bathroom break.”

“Must be awfully nice to have a job where you can just take those without having to ask a manager or supervisor if it’s okay.”

“Perks of the job, Ezri...”

She wasn’t sitting in a seat next to him, or even resting on his lap- though they both had the same, tempting thought- there was another way for her to spend the day as close to the ursine as possible, without getting in the way of his getting work done.

“I don’t suppose you’re going to report this perk back to your office?”

“Probably not, but it would make for one hell of a story, wouldn’t it?”

Nothing in Ryoohki’s room was just for show. Everything held a secondary purpose, and though there were ropes hidden under his bed for a similar purpose, he was especially proud of the bondage rig that was built into the underside of his standing desk.

Ezri would be helpless, hanging with just enough room to wiggle her limbs and keep the blood flowing, but she was almost spread eagle against the underside of the desk, with only the strap around her torso keep her from feeling the discomfort of gravity.

Clothes weren’t necessary down there- Ryoohki's natural warmth would provide all the heat she needed- and it was a liberating thing to spend her day off without a scrap of clothing on the gray of her overcoat or the softer, off-white of her underbelly.

Up above, Ryoohki never had to wear clothes to work if he didn’t want to, but that day, he had an even greater incentive to leave his outfit in his dresser, wearing little more than a gleeful grin, and the braids that were always present in the longer locks of his hair.

“Not that I expect you to be that tight lipped about it, but if people start making up nicknames for me or asking me how it’s hanging down here, you and I might have to have a little talk about it, mister.”

The dyed, purple tips of her own tresses were pressed up against the underside of the desk, leaving her head at just the right height that she could admire Ryoohki’s sheath without having to bend or crook her neck.

Ezri was glad that there were perks of the job for her, as well, but her greater concern was making sure that Ryoohki had a stress-free day, as much as possible...and her own comfort wasn’t a guarantee, with that in mind.

“I don’t think you and I will be doing all that much talking once my shift begins. I’m not the most conversational person in the world when I’m working,” Ryoohki admitted. “And you...well, I think you know better than to talk with your mouth full, don’t you?”

The pif of a cracked can of an energy drink came just a moment after an alarm buzzed on Ryoohki’s phone. “Speaking of...shift’s started.”

Ryoohki could have pumped forth right away, leaving Ezri with no time to brace for the coming impact, but as he took his first sip of the drink and started typing away, he paused there, tossed his eyes back and forth, and finally shook his head.

“Nah...I’ll stand in the second half of the day,” he thought aloud, wanting Ezri to hear that much of his thought process. “Let’s take a seat to get things started...”

He pulled his office chair off the wall and plopped right down, opting for the slow descent of the wolfess: his fingers pressed on the decline button of the standing desk, giving her the chance to admire the fluff on his sheath and the full, thick seat of his sack as she descended.

She would have no choice but to bury her muzzle in that warm, musky crotch...and she couldn’t have been happier about that, as the lowering desk brought her face right between the bear’s thighs, just between the stripes atop.

“Now that’s better,” Ryoohki teased, feeling the heat of her breath against his orbs. “Wouldn’t you agree, Ezri?”

Just having the chance to feel that heat against her face was something she reveled in, but the desk came to a stop just before she would have been able to completely smothered herself with that unique combination of scent and warmth.

She was plenty close enough, however, to have her nose rub against his balls in one of the rarest forms of massage one could give, and Ryoohki was already groaning into the lip of his energy drink as he felt a cool, canine snout brushing up from his sack and tickling the edge of his sheath.

“Not sure if I’d wanna be hired by your company, but they’ve definitely hired some pretty high-quality employees,” she murmured, her voice muffled all the way by the plentiful fluff upon his sack. “Feels like I’ve already got a pretty great rapport with one of them.”

“I’d have to agree...not that it’s gonna help me get any work done today, but...it’s a long week ahead. I should be able to get caught up, no problem.”

As long as Ezri was there to help take the edge off, Ryoohki would avoid the pratfalls and frustrations that came with a typical workweek.

He didn’t know if the wolfess would be able to take the rest of the week off to help him out, but thinking that this might be a one-time deal, he wasn’t going to let any pleasurable opportunities pass him by: he was already shifting in his seat, making sure that Ezri’s lips would press against the opening of his sheath before he turned any real focus to his work.

“You’re a pretty capable guy, in my experience,” Ezri teased. “I can’t see any reason why you’d struggle to put on your best performance...not like this is gonna be some huge distraction that completely takes your head out of the game, right?”

Though he couldn’t see it, Ryoohki could feel the grin on her lips as she finished that thought, and every step of the way, the wolfess was close enough to his sheath that the warmth of her breath tickled down and into that opening, prompting the tapered tip of his length to push through, chasing down that familiar and pleasant sensation.

Ezri was delighted just to sit and soak in that heat, that scent...but to feel that flesh against the tip of her tongue brought a curl into her helpless toes, and further, a subtle glisten to the petals of her untouched womanhood.

“You’d be surprised at just how much I can get done when I’m otherwise occupied,” Ryoohki argued. “Matter of fact, I think I work a little bit better when my attention is divided like this.”

It would be one of the last easy chances that Ezri had to tease the bear before the length of his cock became too much to take; she wouldn’t pass it up. “Sounds to me like you should talk to your boss about having an under-desk assistant all the time,” she said. “Would probably double your productivity.”

That final word ended with her lips kissing against the emerging tip, and at that touch, so much more of his cock emerged that Ezri didn’t bother trying to slurp the head or rumble against the end.

She just relaxed her tongue and her throat, welcoming that impressive, pulsing flesh into her maw as comfortably as she could, knowing that it wasn’t going to get any easier, from there.

With a quiet, muffled gasp, she welcomed that challenge...and the arousal that would come along with it, as a single bead of liquid desire dripped down from her petals.

“If I thought I could get my boss to cover your salary, I’d give it some pretty serious consideration,” Ryoohki admitted. “But...I’m pretty sure I’d be fired on the spot if anyone else in the company knew what I was up to.”

The idea putting some sort of a camera under the desk to film the action was tempting. He’d never actually bother to send it to anyone else, though it would have made an epic way to send in his resignation...but having the chance to review that footage later would be a wonderful thing, as far as he was concerned.

He thought Ezri might appreciate the extra angles, as well, but he already knew that the wolfess had the best seat in the house, as far as she was concerned; conveniently, he felt the same way.

“Instead of getting both of us in a heap of trouble, how about I just treat you to dinner after this...and lunch during?”

The fact that his cock was so impressive would have made good on the promise of lunch to begin with. Just taking that much meat into her muzzle left Ezri to feel as though she was choking down a meal that she’d never be able to finish, and the plentiful cum that would eventually flow into her tummy would keep her full well through Ryoohki’s lunch break.

She hadn’t considered how else the bear might fill her up before he clocked out for the day- and after he left- but she took it one step and one inch at a time, welcoming even more of that delicious flesh over her tongue and into the edge of her throat.

“Fuck...y-you keep that up, and I’m not gonna be able to wait for the lunch break,” Ryoohki joked. “Gonna have to call it a snack break, I guess.”

Like you’ve ever cum so little that I could call it a snack, Ezri thought. Even your smallest loads would fill a pint glass...

His volume was the stuff of legends for a reason, and though Ezri was ready to take as much of it as she could, she had a feeling there would be two puddles under the desk before all was said and done, and she hadn’t considered the possibility of a third, different mess...

...though she’d welcome it all the same, when that time came.

She was beyond eager, working herself onto the first few inches of his flesh with all the freedom that the bondage rig would allow. There were straps at either side of her collarbone to keep her from falling, but her head and neck were allowed enough freedom that she could bob properly onto his flesh, treating it to such an intense suckle that Ryoohki was already checked out of his work.

He didn’t make his own hours, but he was in charge enough of his own workload that he would be able to adjust things to later in the day or later in the week as needed.

There was, at the very start, a vague hope about the bear, as if having Ezri below the desk might actually help his productivity. At the very least, he knew he wouldn’t fall into the doldrums of a typical workday, and the typical frustration wouldn’t get to him...but ten minutes into things, he could already tell that he wouldn’t be hitting his usual numbers.

Twenty minutes, and he started to wonder just how long he’d be able to last when Ezri was giving it her very best effort.

“A real shame we don’t have any openings at the company right now,” Ryoohki joked. “The way you’re giving 110% already, I have to imagine we’d be better off with someone like you working for us. Always need t-that kind of...dedication...around here...nnfuckme...”

She would have been glad to do exactly that, if the bear was willing to unstrap her and turn her around, but as much as Ryoohki was working, Ezri considered this to be her job for the day.

Whatever Ryoohki wanted was what she’d try her best to do, and she wasn’t going to complain about being stuffed so far onto the ursine’s cock that she couldn’t escape the hints of his musk, collecting a little more of that rich, thick scent every time she came closer to the edge of his sheath.

“I...I’m not sure how much more of that I can t-take...”

It was the best warning Ezri was going to get, and she knew that, but Ryoohki was usually the type to play fast and loose with the timing of those warnings, rarely giving his partners more than a moment to prepare.

That time, he’d given Ezri closer to a minute to think about what she was going to do, but hearing such overt pleasure in his voice only motivated her to try that much harder.

Without Ryoohki easing his chair back, she literally couldn’t budge his cock out of her maw, having taken so much of it into her neck that it was up to the bear if she would find any relief.

She was skilled enough that it wouldn’t be an issue, leaving Ezri silently grateful that she’d developed such a callous on her gag reflex.

“Just gonna sit there and keep going at it? Damn...y-you...you deserve one hell of a raise, Ezri.”

It wasn’t as passive as that, of course. The greedy canine was bucking at the neck, bobbing her maw on the middle of his shaft the best that he could, letting the very tip of his cock marinate in the further reaches of her throat.

That tip was nearing her gullet as she took every inch that she could manage, nearing the edge of that emerging knot and encouraging the wide, onyx flesh to join the rest of his shaft, completely sealed inside of her welcoming mouth.

With that, she’d need a little help, but the trembling pressure of the bear proved more than enough to get the job done: just a single press of his lap forced the midpoint of the knot past her lips, and though her fangs grazed delicately against the bulb, Ezri did her best to open that much wider.

It was just enough to sneak the entire knot inside, leaving that bulge pressed to the roof of her muzzle...and even with straps across her body holding her in place, there was no stopping the rattle that bounced her head and blurred her vision, when Ryoohki finally gave up the ghost and pumped his first gush of cum into her throat.

So deep was the tip that Ezri didn’t have the chance to properly taste that mess, but as far down as she was, she could pick up the moist warmth of his crotch with ease, her nostrils bathed so heavily in Ryoohki’s musk that she was becoming drunk off of it.

To think, this is how much you’re giving me at the start of the day, she could already hear the slurring in her own thought process. And you haven’t even worked up a sweat, yet...just how much more of this can you make?

She knew he’d hopped in the shower before the start of the day, but there was no escaping the fact that the bear was covered in such thick, plush fur that he couldn’t help a sweat gathering from even the slightest of efforts.

That gap between his thighs was the greatest source of it, and even in the first hours of the day, he’d given off such a pleasant, personal cologne that Ezri was just as happy to drown in the scent as she was in the seed.

“Fuck...n-nn...nnnfuck! I’ll n-never know how you can just f-fucking take it like that,” Ryoohki marveled, feeling the swallowing efforts of the wolfess around the tip of his shaft, milking the seed out of him as quickly as his heavy, churning balls could produce it. “And to think, I was w-worried about the mess...but you’re not gonna spill a drop, are you?”

Ezri was expecting Ryoohki to speak with proper, workplace decorum, but remembering that they were in his home office, she giggled at the idea; there was no one home that they could possibly offend, leaving her fortunate enough to have her ears tickled and teased by the overarching sound of the bear’s continued delights.

It truly was music to her ears...and a soundtrack far better than what she would have heard at a typical day in her place of work.

Ryoohki, for his part, was delighted to hear the muffled gagging of Ezri’s efforts, and further, the subtle ulp of his cum pouring down her throat, a little more of that cream guided by each swallow thereafter.

Courtesy of his knot having tied with her maw, she wouldn’t have been going anywhere for a while regardless, but being of a canine nature, she was prepared for that sort of thing anytime she was in the bedroom; the fact that Ryoohki was a bear didn’t change matters all that much for her.

“Guess you won’t need to step out for a lunch break after all,” Ryoohki joked, having caught his breath enough to speak with a certain clarity. “Good thing, too...I’m off to a bit of a slow start; I’m kinda shocked about it, honestly.”

Normally, Ezri would have chuckled along with the big, pleasant goofball, but she had her mouth stuffed such that even breathing was a bit of a strain, no matter how blissful that act had become.

Forced to breathe through her nose and collect a little more of that essence every time she inhaled, Ezri sunk further and further into a state of relaxation, until even the presence of a cock that reached nearly into her stomach wasn’t enough to gag her any longer.

She was too comfortable, too high on that musk to worry about much of anything, and the gathering warmth of that cream in her belly was a welcoming bonus that no other employer could hope to match.

“But...as long as you and I keep our noses to the grindstone, I think we should be able to close the gap in no time. I work better under pressure...I suppose you probably do, too.”

Feeling that quantity splash down into her tummy, Ezri thought she’d never be able to adjust to the sheer amount of cum that Ryoohki could produce, but she was loving every minute of the act, even when her own juices had stained the fur between her thighs to the point of being matted over with arousal.

Spittle ran down the underside of her muzzle, dripping over her chin and through the valley of her neck, but thanks to the scale of Ryoohki’s knot, she wouldn’t have to worry about that cream staining her body, as well...just as long as she was able to swallow the entirety of it before his knot eased back.

“Admittedly, I work a little bit better when I’m standing up,” Ryoohki claimed, saying the fact only as he pushed the button on the side of the desk, prompting it to lift and stand up, matching his pace into a taller stance. “Something about rising to the occasion or something like that. What say we give it a try?”

The fact that Ryoohki was still trying so hard to tie things back into the actual workday was a welcome bit of humor for Ezri, just as her jaw started to cramp. She did her best to giggle around her mouthful, but feeling the softer pulses of the bear’s cock against her tongue, she figured that she would be getting a break before too much longer.

She had to appreciate just how flexible Ryoohi’s workplace was with those ten-minute breaks, knowing that they stretched into twenty or even thirty at most places, but it was wrong of her to assume that Ryoohki wasn’t much of a taskmaster.

There was a reason why he made the money he made, and why he was so well-respected in his field: he always came through when it really mattered, and that meant going above and beyond when deadlines were tight.

“Hm. Ran through that energy drink faster than I thought I would...”

It wasn’t a warning- not even close- but it was as much of one as Ezri would get, about the greater flood that was to come.

The last trickles of seed were already down her throat and into her stomach when she felt a new pressure, but she was still tied to his knot, still stuck in place when something bubbly and warm splashed against the back of her neck, pouring right into her tummy, the same way that his cum had.

Even though it wasn’t hitting her tongue, the warmth and pressure were a clue enough to what was happening, and half-lidded eyes were quick to fly open as Ezri came to terms with the fact that she’d been turned into a living urinal.

“Can’t begin to tell you how convenient this is. I’m gonna g-get so much more work done this way...”

His paws were trembling on the keyboard above, but save that, no one would have had any clue what Ryoohki was up to: even if he did work in a public office, as long as he had a cubicle, he could have come up with a way to get away with the entire thing.

He was that much happier that he didn’t have to keep it a secret from everyone else, but in the heat of that moment, pretending that he and Ezri were breaking all the rules in a cubicle farm added one more element of arousal to it all, when there was scarcely any room to add ingredients to an already kinky cocktail.

For Ezri, the mixology was a bit more literal, and just as she was getting used to the sloshing sensation of the excess cum in her tummy, she felt a new, greater bloat of pee against her throat, soothing flesh that had been so aggressively taken.

Much as it was relaxing and enjoyable to feel, there was something that much greater in knowing that she was literally being forced to drink his pee straight from the tap, and without being able to touch herself, Ezri was doing her best imitation of the act, all in the form of dripping, fluid arousal.

Feels like I could get off without even being touched, she thought, but it was a faded and distant train of thought, to say the very least. My nipples are so fucking hard, my clit is throbbing _ , _but I can’t do anything about it...and that makes it even fucking hotter!

While she would have been delighted to have any sort of touch against her folds, Ezri was shocked to feel that familiar buzz, as if someone had been pressing upon the hood of her clit with a vibrator from the very start.

She could scarcely believe it, but as much as she’d taken in the essence of the bear, she felt like she’d absorbed something more than fluids and scents.

She didn’t know if it was possible to absorb pleasure from an act, and she didn’t care: questioning it would have been a meaningless effort at that point, and she was too far gone to wonder about the fact as she felt a fresh streak of feminine ejaculate leap from the peak of her womanhood, arcing toward the floor and making a genuine puddle between her quivering thighs.

Without even being touched...and I’m cumming as hard as I ever have...

Ryoohki gleaned that scent from her immediately, finding it cut through the typical aroma that he graced his room with.

“Guess we can worry about that later,” he teased. “I’m sure someone will come along and clean up after you once we’re done working for the day...”

It was all part of that extended roleplay, but Ezri would have been too out of it to question the possibility that she’d gone to work that day, only to find Ryoohki waiting there for her.

Truth be told, it would have been one of the best workdays that she’d ever had...and if she could hold onto the idea long enough, she’d run it by Ryoohki when that work day was through, but holding onto any train of thought was proving difficult, right then.

With such a plentiful load of hot, fresh piss spilling over her throat and splashing into an already bloated tummy, it was hard to blame her for lacking her usual focus.

So fucking much, dude...I think I’m gonna drown...

It would have been a wonderful way to go, as far as she was concerned.

“Still going...f-fuck...sorry about that,” Ryoohki said, but there was little sincerity in his voice, courtesy of the smoky relief that held his words. “The first one of the day is always pretty long; you’re gonna be there a minute.”

The fact that his knot was finally starting to ease back would have been the only relief that Ezri would know, but even then, it wasn’t enough for it to slide back out just yet, and there was still plenty of that volume to work through.

What was better about it, as the wolfess was quick to find, was that the new, adjusting angle meant that she could finally taste those juices before they took the fast track into her gullet...and that warm, salty elixir dragged out the highs of her orgasm.

“Mnnnn...mmmmf!” she was able to make noise again for the first time since she was locked in, and though muffled, her moans told enough of the story- there was no doubt about how much fun she was having- and little by little, she was working her way to the bottom of the bear and his reserves.

The pressure that splashed so firmly against the back of her throat began to subside, well over a minute after Ryoohki had started. “Almost f-finished,” he told her, wishing that his was a glass-top desk so that he could see the dazed, helpless expression on Ezri’s face. “Can’t begin to tell you how much work I’ve been able to get done like this, Ezri. It’s completely changed the way I look at my workflow!”

His choice of words was no mistake, and Ezri knew it, but before she’d allow herself the chance to giggle at his joke, she swallowed one more time, wanting to make sure that she’d gotten every drop of lemonade from her favorite pitcher.

It was such a pleasant warmth over her tongue...such a wondrous, bubbly tingle that she was still drunk on the sensation, even when there was only the trickle of his last little bit, dribbling over the end of her tongue and into her cleavage.

Those slick, salty beads never quite made it to the floor, but as far as Ezri was concerned, they had a better home upon her breasts, staining her fur just enough that she wouldn’t be able to get away from the scent...not that she was making any effort to.

She was delighted to be painted with that aroma.

“You really came through in the clutch for the first half of the day, Ezri. You think you’ve got room for more?”

He couldn’t see her bewildered expression through the top of the desk, but he could almost sense the change in her demeanor, as his words tickled her partially flattened ears.

“I’ve got a huge deadline coming up and I can’t afford to be late,” he said, but the added context would be of no relief to Ezri. “Every second I’ve got left is a precious opportunity to get things done on time, and if we can keep this up, I might even finish a little early...”

Though she was happy to help in whatever way she could, Ezri didn’t know just how much more capacity she had, in the literal sense.

The wolfess was quite a bit smaller than the bear, such that just taking the flesh of his cock was as much of a struggle as it should have been. Adding in the fact that her stomach was literally bloated- even if only in the slightest- and Ezri wasn’t going to make any promises she couldn’t keep.

“Long as you give me an actual lunch break, I...I think I can probably manage,” Ezri offered that much, but was surprisingly careful about her words, given the brain fog that she was working through. “I suppose you’re expecting a similar workload on the other side?”

“Probably a lot more work on the other side, if I’m being completely honest. The afternoons are always busier.”

I wonder how much time he spends just jacking off and getting paid to do it, Ezri thought, snickering at the idea. I’ve gotta get a job like that...

“Guess I’d better rest up while I can,” Ezri suggested. “Good thing you’ve provided a pillow for me.”

“A pillow?”

With only the tip of that unique, onyx member still exposed, Ezri was able to lean in close enough to rub her muzzle against the end of his sheath once more, but this time, she wasn’t actively slurping and nibbling at his flesh in an effort to stoke it awake.

She was only faintly rubbing against it, showing a softer form of affection as her cheek turned into the settled weight of his sack, turning his balls into the makeshift pillow she’d mentioned.

“Pillow.”

“Heh. I’d love to hassle you about napping on the job, but I guarantee you’re not the first person to do it,” Ryoohki noted. “Probably the cutest one to do it in this office, though.”

The compliment was enough that Ryoohki could feel the warmth in Ezri’s cheeks as she snuggled up as close as she could, finding that a scented pillow was a greater treat than she’d expected.

Thanks to that pleasant aroma wafting away from the bear, she’d forgotten all about the discomfort of hanging from the cuffs on the underside of the desk, keeping her fresh for the fun that would come after their lunch break.

**

Eight hours would have flown by for Ryoohki, just for the fact that he was sincerely trying his best to stay busy, but having Ezri around turned a quick workday into little more than a blink.

Their conversation over lunch was short-lived, and both agreed it was for the best to keep things brief so they could get back to work and finish what they’d started, each considering their personal task to be the more important of the pair.

Ryoohki was the one getting paid, and he really did have a deadline to meet, as it were, but Ezri could only imagine what the stress would do to his mind and body if she wasn’t there to help ease it out of his system.

Coming up on the final hours of the day, she expected nothing less than his utmost frustrations to be poured into her, but she knew she was doing a good job when Ryoohki smiled at the prospect of getting back to work.

“You know, we could make this a weekly thing,” the bear suggested. “Those cuffs almost seem silly to have on the desk when there’s never anyone in them.”

The last strap was being pulled taut against Ezri’s torso once more.

She’d thought about suggesting that they turn things around and try filling her from the other side, and if the bear had the energy, she’d gladly push the idea once the workday was through, but she was the one who was invading his personal space and forcing him to play host while going through a full day of work.

He didn’t see it that way, of course, but with good manners prevailing on both sides, Ezri was staring down that warm, cozy sheath again, unwashed despite the fact that she’d made such a mess of it the first time.

She wasn’t able to show just how excited she was to lean in close and glean how much his scent had changed, after being bathed in so many juices...but she offered a trickle of her own, starting only as a glisten on her petals.

Those drops would join the first stains in the carpet soon enough, but that time around, Ezri had a feeling she’d be making even more of a mess; she only had so much capacity, after all.

“Once we get into this, I dunno if we’re gonna have another chance for a break. You sure you’ve got everything you need down there?”

Ezri was too polite to speak up and say that she had to pee, herself. She thought better of just making herself at home and being as comfortable as she could be, and the pressure of the cuffs on the rest of her body was enough to distract her from the pressure of her bladder, for the moment.

With her muzzle dripping and drooling, eager as it had ever been to taste and sniff the bounty of Ryoohki’s crotch, she gave a nod...and feeling silly a moment later, she spoke up. “Got everything I need, as long as you do,” she offered. “Gonna start out the second half sitting down?”

“Gotta let my food settle a little bit, don’t I?”

It wasn’t a complaint; Ezri was looking forward to seeing the plentiful fluff and hefty weight of those balls, settled and resting against the cushion of his seat.

In that way, they were disarmed, looking too soft and comfortable to produce the violent torrents of cum that she knew she’d be dealing with again, later on.

“If you say so. I guess lunch was pretty filling, wasn’t it?”

Ryoohki scooted his chair in, pushing the edge of the sheath into Ezri’s lips first.

She didn’t hesitate: the immediate warmth against her lips was more alluring than any lover’s kiss could be, and she returned that gesture with equal haste and pressure, wanting Ryoohki to know from the start that she wasn’t just dedicated to her new side gig, but absolutely delighted to be working in the cubicle below his own.

“And I’m starting to think that you didn’t eat enough...you weren’t trying to hold back your appetite to be polite, were you?”

Ezri wouldn’t break that contact just to answer. She was always happy to be playful with Ryoohki and join him in a back-and-forth of that nature, but one taste was all it took for her to decide that she’d rather cut her teeth on the edge of that sheath, instead of the meat and bones of a conversation.

Besides, the more I talk, the more likely he is to be distracted, she thought. He needs to be able to focus, and if I’m blathering away at him, he’ll never get any work done.

It was a convenient enough excuse for her to stay right where she was, dipping her tongue right into the opening of that sheath and collecting a flavor that she wouldn’t be able to gather from the flesh of his cock, no matter how thoroughly she worked at it.

This was something more...something different, collecting in a place that was so rarely touched that Ezri took a certain sense of pride in being able to dip her tongue into that opening.

“I guess you’re right. Better that we stay focused on our work...last thing I want to do is blow this opportunity.”

Ryoohki wasn’t a slacker by any stretch of the imagination. If anything, he was one of the more dedicated workers at his company, and his willingness to accept tight deadlines and work his nub tail off when it came down to crunch time were priceless assets in his working arsenal.

With Ezri backing him up, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d be able to finish his project by the end of the day, but there was a fine line between being kept on a higher level of focus, and being so completely distracted that there was no point in trying to work.

Somehow, letting a tongue dip down and into his sheath, cleaning his body in the most intimate of fashions was on the right side of that line.

“By the way, Ezri...that secret recipe raspberry lemonade you made to go with lunch was amazing , but I definitely think I overindulged a little bit. You did say you had a little more room left inside, right?”

She knew it was coming.

There would have been no way to know when she’d have to be ready, if not for the fact that Ryoohki was willing to offer her a warning, that time. The welcome courtesy meant that she was fully prepared when the tip of his cock began pressing forth anew, brushing upon the end of her tongue as it probed into the end of that sheath...but so strong and rich was the flavorful musk she’d gathered that it was still all Ezri could taste, even when new flesh imprinted itself on her tongue.

There would only be so much for him to give, with his body focusing on the relief more than the pleasure, but then, there would be plenty of both to be had, when the pressure of his bladder was released again.

He didn’t want to admit that he was holding back, but as far in as Ezri was working, she’d be able to feel that considerable pressure against the end of his cock, the very first time that it pulsed against her tongue.

“Of course, if you...k-keep that up...I’m not gonna be able to pee in the first place...”

The fact that a full erection would keep him from being able to ease away that pressure wasn’t lost on him.

It wasn’t lost on Ezri, either, and though the wolfess was playful enough to poke the bear that way, she didn’t think it would help his productivity if she got him just hard enough that that he’d be stuck between two different kinds of relief.

Instead, she hesitated when she felt that tip working against the flat of her wide, canine tongue, letting the head his cock act the same that she had before, treating her flesh as a pillow for what came next.

“Guh ohn.”

Muffled as it might have been, Ezri gave enough of that message for Ryoohki to get the point.

There would be a far greater mess to deal with the second time around, as far as the bear was concerned, but he wasn’t all that worried about the cleanup.

He only cared about dipping a paw under the desk, offering an affectionate stroke to the side of Ezri’s lengthy muzzle, brushing his claws along that canine structure.

“You did such a wonderful job for me earlier, Ezri. I can’t thank you enough for being such a good girl...but...I’m gonna need you to do that for me again, okay?”

Even calling someone a good girl in the modern workplace would have brought about a visit from HR- the benefits to working from home were numerous indeed- but Ezri never would have complained about that sort of treatment.

Just above the backside of the table, the tip of her tail was flickering about, showing just how glad she was for that praise, and for another chance to prove Ryoohki right.

She swallowed right away, feeling that warm, bubbly spray on the front of her tongue. “Didn’t even have to warn you, did I?” Ryoohki asked, feeling the suction on the very tip of his member. “Just like I thought...you were the one thing that our professional team was missing.”

It was so easy for him to fall back into those teasing ways when he was comfortable, and it was rare that the bear would find any greater comfort than such a warm, slick tongue against the edge of his member.

To have his own urine splashing back against his flesh as Ezri kicked it around, letting it bulge her cheeks and create an even greater warmth in that chamber...he knew better than to think that he’d be able to make it to the end of his shift without another orgasm to set him straight.

“If you can just...h-hold that position for me, I’m sure I can...f-finish this project,” Ryoohki stammered at knowing such relief, feeling that pressure bleed away from the base of his belly.

Down below, Ezri was happy to rest in the warmth and aroma of the bear, but there was a greater delight in drinking his pee, that time: the fact that his lunch was decorated with different kinds of fruits seemed more relevant to his seed, but Ezri was a bit more versed in the ways of watersports.

She knew full well that his second round of lemonade would taste a bit more like the real thing, courtesy of the sugars and fruits that Ryoohki had consumed in the middle of the day.

And it’s as sweet as anything I’ve tasted all day, she thought. Better than a cup of coffee for a wake up, sweeter than a cup of juice for a perk...

She was delighted to feel an even greater pressure against the back of her tongue- Ryoohki was going to make absolutely sure that he emptied his bladder entirely- but that force was only against her softest muscle for a moment.

The strength of the stream pushed it right against the edge of her throat, forcing that uniquely sweet concoction to pour right into her tummy.

Well, that’s a bit of a waste, isn’t it? She thought. At least I managed to get some of it before he just started blasting.

“You’re still good down there, right? I’m...r-really gonna let it all go, now...”

Wait. That still isn’t as hard as he can pee?

Without the knot in place to seal their bodies together, it was up to Ezri to keep on swallowing against the tip, containing the mess by virtue of her own efforts.

Feeling a blast of that bubbly moisture against the edge of her throat, Ezri was just barely able to swallow before her eyes widened, finding that pressure to be both a wonderful surprise and a bit of a problem.

She wasn’t just drinking his mess any longer, but chugging that essence as quickly as she could, without any paws to guide Ryoohki’s tip, or any way to gain purchase against it.

“There...t-there we go,” the bear murmured, his voice low and thick with the relief of being able to completely let go, while keeping his attention focused on his work. “You just let me know if you need anything down there, okay?”

It was all part of the tease- Ezri couldn’t manage a word without making a huge mess- but she’d managed to contain everything the bear could throw at her, thus far.

She was determined to keep it going, and through her throat was tiring from the effort of keeping up with that flood, the wolfess was doing work that was every bit as happy as it was thirsty.

Not that I can do anything about what happens when I reach capacity, but he’s the one who keeps shoving things in my mouth, she thought. He’ll just have to deal with the natural consequences.

Ezri was in no rush to tell Ryoohki what she was about to do, but she was holding it in for as long as she could, finding that swallowing his piss on the other end was distracting her from how badly she had to go in the first place.

“Just gotta put a few finishing touches on this file...”

Ryoohki was in the zone, such that he could feel the pleasure of that pressure fading away, but nothing was going to take him out of his focus.

Even when the first beads of Ezri’s golden mess trickled away from the peak of her womanhood, releasing a new, stronger scent into the air, the usually sensitive bear didn’t glean the enticing aroma.

Wonder what my bonus is gonna be for this performance, Ezri thought, her lips curled in a grin at the idea. He’s gotta be getting some crazy amount of work done up there, as little as he’s saying.

She was right on both fronts: Ryoohki was typically a more vocal and teasing lover than that, but further, he was wrapping up the project a little early, just as he imagined he would.

The bear was already starting to think of ways to reward Ezri for her help, finding that her efforts were worth more than money could hope to repay, but there was another cost to be considered when the dam broke on the other end.

Much as his stream would have made an audible splash if it wasn’t contained in the back of Ezri’s throat, her own made a similar, muted sound as it bounced against the carpet below, flowing from her petals in a sudden and violent spray.

“...You know, we do have paid bathroom breaks here,” Ryoohki told her. “You could have gotten up and gone anytime you wanted to...”

That sudden, golden burst ran out of the wolfess with such intensity that it kicked back against the underside of her own tail- the pair would certainly need a shower before the workday was over- and there was plentiful volume, courtesy of how much she’d been forced to drink that afternoon.

There was still more to be handled, but Ezri was through the bulk of that stream, having worked further down onto Ryoohki’s tip. She had a tight enough seal around that flesh that she could slurp and swirl her tongue against the opening and make a mess inside her maw, but everything was contained; it was just a continued game, for her.

What couldn’t be contained was the golden drizzle that spilled down the insides of her thighs, soaking and matting her fur on the way down to the ruined carpet.

“But I guess the important thing is that we can clock out early and take care of that other mess now, can’t we?”

Standing up from his desk and letting the last dribbles of his pee splash over the bridge of Ezri’s face, the wolfess could do little more than blink as Ryoohki stepped around the back of his unique workstation, into the gap behind her forcibly parted legs.

“What say we get started on a new project, Ezri?”

She gulped down that last, offered gold and tried to look back from her bonded posture, but she couldn’t see what she was hitting with her stream, until the warmth of his cock became obvious against the petals of her womanhood.

“You’re such a workaholic, Ryoohki...”