After Hours - Early Access - Animation - Short Story

Hope that everyone enjoys this animation with a short story attached to it!

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The dim evening sun shone through the window into A's office. She was meant to pack up and return home by now, just as all her employees already had done over an hour ago. Yet she found herself still with her nose in a stack of papers, signing and filing them away in an almost trance-like state. But she was soon ripped from her thoughts by firm knocks at her door.

"Come in." A. called out just loud enough for who ever was on the other side of the door to hear her, reaching over to the lamp that lied on her desk to turn it on, only now realising how dark it had gotten around her. The door opened and T. stepped inside, greeting her with a smile before closing the door behind him. He was the only person that had permission to enter without knocking, but he knew she appreciated when he did anyway.

"I had a feeling you were still working." He snickered, finding his wife's need to always be doing something endearing. He placed himself in front of her desk and promptly leaned over it to seek a kiss from her, something she would give readily, lifting her head up and leaving a peck on his lips. "So I thought I would come and walk home with you." He knew she was perfectly able to get herself home as she did every day and didn't need him walking her there, but he wanted to spend just that small amount of time more with her.

"Yes, you caught me. I'm still working." She sighed, tucking some hair behind her horns, only to reach back down and grab her quill again rather than getting up to prepare to leave.

"Just 10 minutes more and I will be finished, I promise. Can you wait just a little longer?" Her eyes were already skimming the paper in front of her just as she had been before he arrived.

"That's fine, I can wait." T. sat himself down in one of the chairs she had placed in front of her desk, getting a groan from the wood creaking under his weight. He was perfectly content just sitting there waiting. Even if he had a reason to get home sooner he knew better than to try and bargain with her, she was too good at it for him to win. So he passed the time by admiring her from his seat. The way the soft light of the setting sun radiated off her white hair gave the impression as if she was glowing, how swift but neatly did her quill glide across the paper, and that focused look in her eyes as she worked. He found her to be her most beautiful when she was doing something she loved. While it might seem strange to find enjoyment in dealing with stacks upon stacks of paperwork, she took pride in her efforts to keep her business successful, something one cannot do by having poor worth ethic.

The 10 minutes seemed to crawl by, as if time had slowed down. Despite how fixated she appeared to be, he still caught her looking up and locking eyes with him multiple times before she pryed her eyes away again. Despite neither of them saying a single thing the air in the room started to feel thick and charged.

"Ahem..." The silence in the room was cut by her clearing her throat, purposefully done to get his attention. "You know... Everyone else has already gone home." He could recognize the shift in her tone, she was no longer speaking to him casually, she wanted something and he knew what.

"That they have..." T's grip on the armrests of his chair tightened in anticipation. She always had to play some kind of coy game first, enjoying the slow burn as the tension would build and build until neither of them could take it anymore.

A. placed her quill back into it's ink well before bringing herself to a stand. She was sure to make her way around to the other side of the desk painfully slowly, his eyes glued to her as she did so. "So rarely are we ever truly alone..." She leaned her self down towards him, her gentle fingers sliding up his neck until they cupped his face in her palms. " Would be such a shame to not make the most of it..." She brought herself close enough to where he could feel the heat radiating from her lips onto his but far enough to deny him a kiss.

"It would." T's hands rose to grip her by her waist, his fingers sinking into her ample curves. He was more a man of action than of words, but there was no denying the fact that he also enjoyed the slow build up. They both enjoyed being in control but they knew how to take turns.

A. stared into his golden eyes and saw the fire behind them and how it burned for her. She purred out in approval, only now granting him reprieve from his anticipation by pinning her lips against his own. Their tongues twisted together in a dance of heated passion, coiling and turning with one another as their saliva began to intermingle and the fire of the hearts had been stoked only further. Even the kiss itself, felt like a battle of dominance, to see who would come out on top.

Her hands slid down his body, greedily slipping into any opening she found to be able to touch her skin to his. One hand popping buttons through their holes to open his shirt further and grant her more access while the other continued downwards. Her touch glided around his hips and thighs, purposefully avoiding the growing bulge. She wanted to see that fire in his eyes teter on the edge of madness. He let out a low groan against her lips in protest, but to her it might as well been a pleading whimper.

She pulled her self away from the kiss and gazed at him as they were both left with labored breaths. Seeing him nearly trembling in patient agony as he resisted the urge to grab her and take her spot as the dominant one was near irresistible to her. Despite his struggle to keep himself composed, he remained steadfast knowing it would only make the end result better.

"So good of you to have such patience, my love." She purred out as she kissed her way down, leaving red stains from her lipstick along his jaw and pausing to sink her pointed teeth against the tender skin of his neck, only to then kiss it better. "I promise you needn't have it for much longer." She cooed out sweetly against his horns. The hand that had been a horrible tease found it's fingers hooked into the hem of his pants, pulling down unceremoniously with a single tug to free his cock that had been straining against the cloth of his pants. Twitching, oozing with excitement, desperate for her attention. And attention it would get as her slender hand wrapped it's fingers now around the shaft with a firm grip.

"Mmh..." His eyes squeezed shut and he teeth clenched, aching so badly for her touch that no amount of willpower could keep his hungering groans from escaping his core. He felt her hands slide from base to tip, gathering the precum with the palm of her hand to make her slow strokes glide smoother. Although indeed maddening, he enjoyed the feeling of his cock pulsing against her hand, but he needed more. A hand removed itself from her waist and took hold of one side of her shirt to reveal one of her breasts, yanking it open and sending a button flying.

There was a sudden pause to her and he found himself met with a brief unamused stare. He knew he would get scolded for it afterwards, but that was his future self's problem. For now he took her now exposed breast into his hand for a careful squeeze, soft but weighty, a perfect handful. A small lean forward and his lips were wrapped around her nipple, with a gentle suction and his tongue lapping at it from within his mouth. He both heard and felt her shudder in pleasure, encouraging him to continue as he placed his free hand against her back and pulled her into him.

Though now this presented a problem, as neither of them wanted to be the one to tap out first. She continued to stroke with her grip growing firmer and her pace increasing in speed while he released her breast in favor of moving up into her skirt, his fingers pressing into her panties that were now damp to the touch, adding a pleasurably firm pressure against her clit. Her being on the receiving end of the pleasure had her focus disrupted, turning her movements erratic and unpredictable.

"Enough." A. murmured under her breath, gradually pulling her self away from him and backing herself up against her desk. She stared at him with a hungry gaze before turning herself around and leaning over the flat surface, moving papers and books to make space for her. She clenched her skirt with both hands and pulled it down bit by bit, struggling slightly as the cloth strained against her sizable rear. Soon it was at her ankles along with her panties she had taken with it, standing there presenting herself to him. "Come." She peered over her shoulder expectantly.

It was always a pleasant watch to see her hike down her skirt and to observe how it strained in sheer protest, with strings of wetness clinging on with desperation to her panties 'fore they snapped as they trailed further down. To see her pussy bare, wet and aching for more attention, an image that has branded itself time and time again within T's mind.

T. would rise without much hesitation from the armchair he lingered in as he strode up behind her, his hands first clasping around her hips as he leaned inwards, placing kisses and bites along the length of her neck, whilst his cock pointed sharply in the air and oozed with anticipation. The foreplay always did him well, for it had almost been as if a switch had flipped within him, turning him a notch more primal something that too would find itself reflected in his grunts, groans and low, rumbling growls, that sounded like thunder descending from a blackened sky, cast against her horn in a most sultry manner.

"Don't keep me waiting like this." A. answered, her voice bordering on annoyance, impatience and a level of extreme desire. Whilst T. could handle teasing extraordinarly well, A. was always a short fuse when it came to it - then again... it wasn't like T. himself wasn't eager to oblige. His head would rear itself slowly in the air as his lips left her neck with an audible, wet pop before his cock would press against her pussy with its tip.

A.'s teeth would find themselves burrowing into her lower lip as she had felt that very familiar pressure, whilst her body tensed and then, T. would push further inwards, bit by little bit. The initial resistance offered by her pussy had been heavenly, before the tip would finally break through, sinking in but an inch as her outer walls enveloped him at first and letting her feel the pleasure of that first sting, from which a shuddering and long, soft moan had left her.

The foreskin around T's tip also rolled back the further in he would push, glazing her inner walls with the precum that had built around it, allowing for an easy entry as it intermixed with her own wetness before it came to a grinding halt as his hips were now pressed against her ass . "F---fuck..." A. uttered, her voice a bit strained as she once more got used to the feeling of being as full as she was, but it would not take long for T. to begin thrusting proper. His hips would heave backwards, before they would come clamouring against her ass like a battering ram, the whole table shaking underneath the momentum of the thrust and A. following with it.

The sound of skin hitting skin would fill the room - something that could be well heard beyond the doors as well had they not been alone, as T. and A.'s moans intermingled in a cacophony of pleasure.