Ignis the Boss

After a long day, Ignis finally returned home.
An unsigned package sat on the rug by the entrance. It was neatly wrapped and tied with a dark blue satin ribbon, the bow catching a faint glimmer beneath the hallway light. The tag bore a single line in elegant handwriting:
“To Ignis.”

The package puzzled him. Few people knew where he lived, let alone had any reason to send him something. He carried it into the living room and decided to inspect it after a bath, half-suspecting it might be another one of Mephisto’s pranks.
Soon, the sound of running water filled the bathroom. Ignis settled into the tub and lit a tentacle-shaped candle, enjoying a rare moment of quiet.
He had no idea that the package in the living room had begun to move.
Something rustled inside the box.
A slender hand slipped through the folds of wrapping paper and tugged the ribbon loose. The paper tore open, and pale blue hair spilled over the edge. Celine slowly unfolded herself from the cramped box, naked and flushed from the heat inside.
A blue tail appeared in the bathroom doorway.
Ignis barely had time to turn before Celine launched herself at him. Her arms locked around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist as her bare body pressed against his.
He caught her by the hips on instinct. The sudden contact made his gaze sharpen.
Celine gave him no chance to speak. She pulled him into a rough kiss, forcing his lips apart and pressing closer as the wet sound of it broke the silence.
One hand slid down his chest toward the towel at his waist. When her palm closed over him through the fabric, she paused.
He was already hard, his size unmistakable beneath the thin cloth.
Celine pulled the towel aside and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue moved over the tip before she began to draw him deeper, keeping a steady rhythm as her lips tightened around him.
A low growl escaped Ignis. His hand tightened against her side, and his hips shifted forward in response.
As his breathing grew heavier and he hardened fully in her mouth, Celine suddenly stopped.
She kept her lips closed around him for another moment, then slowly pulled back. Saliva glistened at the corner of her mouth as she looked up with a taunting smile.
“Want me to keep going? Beg me~”
Ignis did not answer.
Instead, one hand closed around her blue tail. He stroked upward from its base, then pressed his fingers against the sensitive spot there.
Celine’s body went slack almost at once.
Her tail trembled and curled in his grip, and a broken moan slipped from her lips. The strength in her hands faded before she could stop it.
Ignis moved the moment her grip loosened.
He caught her around the waist and pushed her back into the bathtub. Water splashed over the rim as she landed against the curved side of the tub.
He tore away the towel and pressed himself over her, his fully erect cock jutting between them.
“You really had to make me take matters into my own hands,” he murmured. “What a bad girl.”
His voice held more amusement than anger, but the warning beneath it was clear.
Ignis bent down and caught the pointed edge of her ear between his teeth. Before Celine could answer, he pulled her legs apart and settled between them.
The head of his cock pressed against her soaked entrance.
Then his hips drove forward.
He pushed inside her in one hard thrust, forcing a cry from her as her back arched against the tub. Her body tightened around him, stretched open by the sudden intrusion.
Ignis gave her little time to adjust.
He pulled back and thrust into her again, setting a hard rhythm that sent water sloshing around them. His gaze dropped to where their bodies met.
“Look at how wide you’re taking me,” he said, his voice low and rough. “So helpless… and yet you wanted this.”
He slowed deliberately, drawing nearly all the way out before pressing back inside. The change in pace made Celine feel every inch of him, each movement stretching her again as he filled her.
His words sent a shudder through her body. Her inner walls clenched around him in uneven pulses, and more slickness spilled between them.
Ignis caught hold of her tail again.
He stroked the sensitive base while driving into her, using the reaction it drew from her to control the rhythm. Each time his fingers pressed into the right spot, her body tightened around him.
The sounds of their bodies striking together mixed with the splash of bathwater.
Celine’s moans grew louder with every thrust. Her breasts moved with the impact, and her head tipped back against the edge of the tub as pleasure stripped the focus from her eyes.
Ignis increased the pace.
He pinned her beneath him and drove into her with mounting force, shifting her body whenever he wanted a deeper angle. Celine could do little more than cling to him as he moved her from one exposed position to another.
The water surged around them.
During one particularly deep thrust, Celine’s tail lashed out and struck the candles along the edge of the tub. They toppled with a sharp clatter, their flames wavering as wax spilled across the tiles.
Neither of them stopped.
Ignis tightened his grip on her hips and drove into her faster. His control began to slip, each thrust shorter and harder than the last.
Celine cried out beneath him, her legs locking around his waist as her body began to shake.
With a final deep thrust, Ignis buried himself inside her and held her there. His cock pulsed as he came, filling her with one hot release after another.
Celine climaxed with him.
Her body tightened violently around his, and a sharp cry tore from her throat as she clung to his shoulders. Her tail twisted around his leg, trembling until the last wave of pleasure passed.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Ignis gathered her against his chest. Celine had gone limp in his arms, still breathing hard as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
His voice was quieter when he spoke, though the same authority remained beneath it.
“If you tease me like that again,” he murmured, “I’ll show you exactly how a bad girl should be punished.”
Celine gave a tired, satisfied breath and rested her head against his chest.
Her tail curled loosely around his waist.