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A quiet day tending the curiosity shop concluded with the arrival of an unexpected customer. She hadn’t been there a moment ago. Obie was contentedly tidying up, only to find himself frozen in place by the startling presence of a naked, black and white figure sprawled luxuriantly across his front counter. The gorgeous vixen turned onto her side to display all her perfect curves to him, wearing a gentle smile that gleamed in her warm brown eyes. The possum looked her over for a moment, spine rigid, eyes wide, and then took a deep breath to steel himself for what had to be done, no matter how tempting she was.

“[i]No,[/i]” he said, pointing his finger to the door.

She made a pouty face at him, without a word. Dangling one leg over the edge of the countertop, swaying it back and forth, she gestured down to her bare form as if the display was a counterargument all its own. Obie remained determined, and shook his head, curling his tail around to clutch it in both hands just to help with the discomfort her mere presence inspired.

“No. Out. Not here. You know we -”

Rosemary threw her hands up as if in surrender. Her eyes flashed with amusement, and something else. She didn’t budge.

“Ohmigod, stop freaking out. Maybe I’m a customer. Ever think of that? What kind of service is this supposed to be?”

Obie ignored her goading. He looked at her a little longer, in all her naked glory, fur so ghostly white and soft. He knew how it felt to bury his face against her. And how good she smelled. His firm tone turned more pleading.

“You promised. You said you would leave me alone when I was at work.”

That got a giggle from her.

“Uh huh. You know me, though. I [i]suck[/i] at keeping my word. It’s basically worthless.” She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, staring at him with an innocent look. “Besides, you’re closed now, aren’t you? You’ve got some [i]personal time[/i] for someone special.”

Obie felt a little fire welling up in him, but it fizzled out before it could amount to anything. He couldn’t argue with her. It wasn’t [i]safe[/i], for one. Nor was it ever productive. He simply asked her all he could.

“What do you want, Rosie?”

Rosemary sat up, bouncing in place, bust wobbling with the movement. She beamed at him.

“Gosh, no wonder your store is bustling all day with customer service like this! Hey, you don’t have to beg, you know. If you really wanted to see me that much, I’m just a whisper away.”

That awful smile. There was always something a little off about it, no matter how hard she was trying to look like a normal person. She could hide her extra tails and shorten her fangs, even wear a pair of ordinary eyes, but her nature was never fully hidden. The cruel thoughts and urges lurking in her twisted mind bled through even in her quieter moments. He didn’t have anything more to say to her. Nothing that would work, anyway. She knew how he felt, but she continued on.

“Besides. Can you really blame me for missing you? Look at you, going on with your life like what we had was no big deal.” There was a flash of something unnatural in her eyes. Obie knew it was a dangerous spark. “I hear you’ve got a new [i]bitch[/i] in your life now.”

She spoke the word with such venom that Obie would have been terrified for whoever she meant if he knew what she was actually talking about.

“What? [i]Who?[/i]” He stared at her incredulously. “I’m allowed to have friends. And customers. I’m not even ...”

“[i]Don’t lie to me.[/i]”

She snapped her jaws at him like a wild animal for a moment, only to catch herself and slip back into grinning, raising her hands, shrugging it off. For the moment. Sliding her ass off the countertop so she could stand before him, taller, thicker, and on full display, she let the mask slowly drop, detail by detail. There was another tail. Then another. Her eyes lost their friendly brown hue to be replaced by the glinting magenta to match the newly glowing highlights in her inky hair. As her many tails swayed and swished, her grin grew broader, stretching to frightful, disturbing size. She was all fangs, parting them to let her long, winding tongue snake free of her jaws. Her tone took on a ghostly, slightly echoing quality. At least it wasn’t aggressive anymore. She turned on the flirty charm instead, flipping like a switch.

“Should I remind you what made you fall in love with me in the first place?”

Of course he had to look. Stare, even. She was the kind of otherworldly beauty that still haunted his dreams. And her unsheathing cock was staggeringly massive. Rosie always had ways of making it fit. She could work miracles with that thick, sleek, black, blunt-tipped dick. The equine flare flexed as soon as it slipped out of that smooth, soft sheath. Obie knew it got even better. The more canine side was already getting thicker, swelling under the fur as her knot filled out, nestled snugly atop a pair of heavy balls. Obie knew their scent well, that spice of musk to mix with her softer natural perfume. He’d longed for it on cold nights alone.

“Obie,” she whispered to him, watching his blushing reaction. He couldn’t meet her eyes. She knew she had him. Her soft, faux-romantic litany said as much. “Come back to me. I need you. I’ve been hurting without you. You make me better than I ever thought I could be. It can just be for tonight. I promise.”

Every single word of that was performative. Both of them knew that. Such a mutual understanding didn’t prevent him from accepting her hand when she offered it. She wrapped her fingers around his and backed him across the store until she could press him against a wall. They were kissing in moments. Her great, long tongue found its way into his mouth, and then right down his throat. That didn’t surprise him. It was exactly what he expected, and he was an expert in swallowing it and kissing back without losing his stride. Her usual tricks didn’t make him flinch anymore.

Everything she had done, every nasty word, every scare, everything she’d ever ruined melted away for as long as he tasted her. He’d sworn to himself he’d never forgive her, but she kissed so sweetly, and lifted him off his feet with such ease. For as slim and delicate as her frame might have seemed at first glance, endowment aside, she handled him with supernatural strength that reminded him how easily she could hurt him. Soon his feet weren’t touching the floor anymore, and moments later, neither were hers.

They floated together in that magical embrace while she moaned into his mouth and tonguefucked his gullet with the same sloppy ferocity she could never help. For all her illusions of gentle, seductive femininity, he knew what a depraved beast she could be. That much was clear when she started humping him. She was shaking, breathing hotly into his mouth, barely able to control herself. The evil spirit hiding within the beautiful vixen, the soul-devouring kumiho, was ever so close to coming out.

Instead of losing herself to pure malice, Rosemary pulled herself back to collect her thoughts. She was glowing from within by then. Her cock was mostly hard. It stood up to its impressive size, pushing near Obie’s chest, getting her musk all over him. Just when he thought he’d finally washed it away for good. When she leaned in, it started as a lunge that made him flinch, but she slowed her approach to instead smooch him on the cheek and neck instead. Sometimes she gave him a little nibble between the sultry whispers.

“You’ve always been so special. The only one I ever wanted to keep. I want to fuck you like nothing matters.”

She was already thrusting against him, already humping him and smearing his nice work clothes - all black leather cowboy, with the chaps and tasselled shirt and everything - with a generous amount of her precum. It was a struggle not to moan for her yet. She always knew just how to touch him, how to stroke up and down his sides, how to grasp his hips in the way he liked. He managed to huff out a plea when he wasn’t just pursing his lips or biting his tongue.

“Can we at least go upstairs first?”

She leered at him. The crazy, depraved look in her eyes was abundant. He absolutely should not have been anywhere near her right then. Especially when she was pretending to be nice. It meant she was definitely planning something.

“Anything for you,” she said, as sweetly as could be.

It would have been easy for her to just scoop him up and carry him in her arms all the way outside and up the external staircase that led to the possum’s home above his shop. She decided to show off instead. Obie found himself completely enveloped in the fluff of her many tails. He almost vanished completely in their embrace, sinking into a familiar softness that was as soothing as it was smothering. She made sure he wasn’t [i]too[/i] comfortable by making it hard to breathe in the cocoon she made just for him, snatching him away from his humble trinket shop where they’d first met, one rainy night.

She stepped out into what was technically the public with a captive possum in tow, completely naked, dick hard, knot bulging within her sheath. It was quiet on the street at that time of night. Rosemary definitely wouldn’t have cared if someone saw her. If anything, an errant witness might have ended up caught up in whatever wicked plot she had for the evening. Obie was sheltered from the elements within the grip of those grasping tails. She rubbed him all over with them, leaving him stiff and helpless. Of course he’d been hard the entire time, pretty much since he first spotted her familiar form.

Once they were upstairs, tucked away in the possum’s little apartment, where they’d spent so many idle days together, she set him down. He was a little disoriented when the forest of tails released him. She caught him by the shoulders before he could stagger, leaving him meeting her gaze with his own. The otherworldly magenta was easy to lose himself in, especially when she was speaking in her warmest, throatiest murmur.

“There you go, little poss. Don’t worry about a thing. Rosie’s gonna take care of you.”

With a shake of his head, he snapped out of whatever she was trying to do to him. Most of all, he was just confused.

“... I’ve never heard you do the mommy thing before. Is that new?”

“I guess. I’m like a million years old or whatever, so it probably makes sense to try out. Do you like it?” She quizzically tilted her head a little too far at him, as if to turn it upside down.

Obie shrugged. He might have, coming from anyone but her. When that didn’t work, she pivoted, suddenly moving towards him, forcing him to bury his muzzle between her breasts and keeping him there. Smothering him in the fluff of her cleavage, letting him sniff the day’s exertion had a way of getting him to do what he wanted. She kept one hand on the back of his head, pressing firmly, even if it meant nearly asphyxiating him while she stripped his clothes off, piece by piece. At least she was considerate enough not to rip or ruin them this time. She must have liked that particular outfit.

It didn’t take her long to get him naked. She was very good at navigating his body and encouraging him to squirm just right to make her job easier. She stripped off that cute shirt of his, button by button, and she stuck a hand straight down his pants to play with his cock a little before just working on that big, handsome belt he wore. It all started piling up at their feet before long, leaving him just as bare as she was. She let him free of her tits and gave him another kiss on the lips, slowly swinging her hips, thumping him in the belly and chest alike with her big fat hybrid dick over and over again, staining his fur with her unmistakable musk. She’d marked him yet again, to make him at least a little bit [i]hers[/i].

“Get it all warmed up for me. It’s happy to see you too. Missed its perfect little pocket poss-y” Rosie knew she was being especially weird, and stuck her tongue out at him when he looked up from her tits. One more thrust of her hips made it clear what she wanted.

Knowing full well he was making a mistake, and not even able to justify it with the fear of what would happen if he refused, Obie obeyed her. He [i]wanted[/i] to. One lick was all it took to make him fall off the wagon all over again. She tasted so fucking good. His lip was quivering as he drew his tongue along the details of that familiar flare, all black and shiny. Then he dipped in for those dripping juices and let them coat his palate and stain his senses in her uniquely enchanting musk. He swore she smelled and tasted exactly the right way to appeal specifically to him, just to get herself planted in his mind all the deeper.

Such relief washed over him with every long stroke of his tongue, dancing up and down her enormous length, leaving it coated with a generous helping of his saliva. He might have kept going, kept obsessing for much longer, but a minute of worship and the blush in his cheeks was simply too strong. He drew back and squeezed his hands together, a shiny-eyed look on his face.

“Ohhhh, what am I doing ...”

“Relax.” She booped him on the nose as he stood there, looking terribly ashamed of himself. “It’s just a hookup with your ex. People [i]do[/i] that.”

“And it’s almost never a good idea. Especially when they’re not a [i]person[/i].”

“Fuck you, I’m people!” She always beamed the brightest when he was a little mean to her, encouraging it with her sickening smile.

“You know what I mean. Most exes aren’t actual, literal embodiments of evil,” he said.

Rosie giggled. “You’d be surprised how many of them are, though. But, think about it this way.”

She gave him a smack on the butt, jabbing her cock in his face again.

“Maybe your body’s telling you something. Maybe this is [i]exactly[/i] what you need,” she said, with a wink of a glowing eye. “You sure look like it, with those eyes all shiny and adorable. Making those little huffy sounds you do.”

She smiled her broad slash of a smile, lip quivering with something she was struggling to hold back. The vixen concentrated, willing herself to be a little less awful, but the strain was evident when the twitching spread to her eye and made her tighten her jaw until something blurted out from the wretched depths of her cruel mind.

“It’s fucking [i]pathetic.[/i]”

He didn’t react to that much. Just another shrug. “Ah. There you are. I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“Shut [i]up.[/i] I’m going to make you scream so hard you stupid creature.”

She seized him by the throat for his insolence. There was no more holding back. Of course she knew where his bedroom was, and there they went together, with her choking him as she dragged him off. As much as Obie hated to admit it, that was kind of hot too. She could have killed him so easily, so many times already. That she kept him around at all, even [i]allowed[/i] him to break up with her was a special privilege she didn’t grant just anyone. So even as he struggled to breathe, he was still desperately, achingly horny in a way he hadn’t been since the last time he saw her.

Swinging him through the air, she windmill-slammed him onto his own bed just hard enough to make one of the legs give out and leave the whole thing lopsided beneath the two of them when she pounced on his prone form. For as elegant as she could be, she was just blindly humping him like the drooling, dripping dog she was. Her tails lashed with all manner of fur-on-fur sounds as she smeared him even deeper in her scent, grasping and pulling him close to her body so she could snarl in his ear.

“I just want to fuck you and keep you and show you what an [i]idiot[/i] you were for ever thinking you could let me go. I’m everything you’ll ever need, Obie. [i]Tell me[/i]. Say you’re mine.”

She was speaking through clenched fangs, saliva dripping down on his face as she rolled her hips and drove him deeper into the bed with her constant, lustful motions. Yet even in such apparent danger, even vulnerable to any sort of awful whim she might have had, the possum remained bravely or stupidly defiant.

“No.”

Rosie gave a whoop of excitement, a curiously fox-like noise from someone who really wasn’t a fox at all. “Ooooh, look at you! I [i]love[/i] it when you say no to me. You never used to.”

Just because his response pleased her didn’t mean she wasn’t going to punish him for it. She had him down on his front, but she turned him over so they could be face to face, and he could stare at that psychotic snarl-smile the whole time they fucked. A grab of his thighs had him squirming, but he was no match for her strength. She folded him and she stroked her cock up and down his belly and chest until he was positively soaked in all the pre she wasn’t just leaking, but spurting out by then. Then she mounted him, with his legs straight up in the air, forcing that boy into a mating press he knew he was going to regret.

Yet he was never unwilling for a moment. He considered it a test. If he could sleep with her, if he could let her ravage him, just that once, maybe he could go on with his life afterwards. Douse the fire of his cravings, and try to forget. That thinking was pushed right out of him when she thudded her flare to his black ring and penetrated him in a long, smooth thrust. Of course she knew exactly how to please him, grinding every bulging vein and other textured detail against his tender button on the way on, milking him for pre and screeches alike.

It didn’t take long to make him sound like the possum he was. His mouth fell open and out came the hisses and eventually the screams she wanted. She was barely inside, and already he was creating a cacophony for her, singing her praises in a weird, possumy way. There was artistry in the way she pumped into him, and there was savagery too. His blush turned all the hotter just to feel how much she needed him too. Her cock was pounding, pulsing with tension, making such a mess of him as she plowed deeper and deeper, bulging his belly with that immense girth, with the big fat hybrid horse-fox meat too huge for him to ever really take without her supernatural assistance.

When the outline of her shaft was throbbing up near his chest, he laid his head back, and did his best to relax. She was in total control. Every impulse passing through his nerves, every sweet sensation, was hers to grant. She wielded that knot irresponsibly. Every thrust gave him another spank between the cheeks with it, driving it up against his backside as if to demand entry, no matter how much it was sure to stretch him. He knew the consequences of taking it. Numbness and tingling, and trouble walking right for a few days in the aftermath of the most incredible prostate-milking orgasm he could possibly fathom was a relatively small cost to pay.

One more dominant lunge to drive him deep into the bed, and she locked eyes with him so deeply he found himself completely lost, completely swept up in her aura and her fearsome presence. Her eyes were blazing with something horrible, and it was the hottest thing ever when she was busy shoving her knot inside him while she was staring at him like that. Never was the illusory nature of her seductive appearance more apparent. The real her shone right through, glimpsed like an abyss behind those eyes, but she throbbed far too hard and fucked too well for Obie to care.

She knotted him, and sent him screaming over the edge in an instant. He groaned in overstimulation but moaned for her so sweetly too. Cumming all over his belly, over and over again, he made relatively unbroken eye contact with her as if to defy her. It didn’t last long. He was her whimpering mess, her scream-screeching disaster of a girly boy toy, milked dry by that pressure perfectly aligned with his most sensitive spots. She knew all his angles, all his buttons, and she didn’t hesitate to press them with that leg-numbing knot. Rosie didn’t even cum. She just held him close and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead when his desperate twitching and firing came to a dripping finish.

“Oh ... my sweet Obadiah ...” she moaned as if she was about to sing him a love song. He braced for impact. She only called him that when she was at her worst. “I told you. I want to [i]keep[/i] you. I hate that you smell like someone else right now. You’d have to be so fucking stupid to think I’d let you [i]actually[/i] get away from me.”

When his eyes widened with fear, she licked her lips, took a breath, and spoke in a calmer tone.

“I’m not gonna kill ya, dummy. I just want us to be [i]close[/i] again. I never want to miss you for a second. Just let me have you. You can feel how much I want it, don’t you? You’ll do this just for me.”

The last part wasn’t a question. He did his best to steady his hyperventilation, looking deeply into her eyes - and then even deeper. Something inside him slipped away the longer he stared. There were so many reasons to say no. So many transgressions he had yet to forgive. And yet, lost in the magenta void, he experienced the ecstasy of obedience to someone so much greater than him. His lips and tongue moved seemingly all on their own.

“Yes, Rosie.”

“Good boy! Oh, you are [i]so[/i] good.”

There came a lurch. It shook through his whole body and left him startled and pulling away from her reflexively, as if assuming she was hurting him. Yet there was strange pleasure in whatever was happening, even if his feet felt weird. Trying to tug them away from her revealed they were [i]stuck[/i], as if he’d stepped in something especially thick, gripping him around the ankles as he sank deeper and deeper into her balls. Such was the shiftable nature of her body, she could simply start absorbing him from the tips of his toes and up, working along his legs, squeezing those together with the hungry, transformative embrace she was inflicting on him. She wanted him to [i]be[/i] her. To be as close to her as possible.

To keep him from panicking, she kissed him, holding that smooch while he sank all the deeper, silencing any further thoughts from his mesmerized mind. Obie had no regrets. He wasn’t allowed. There was only the pleasure of joining with her beautiful body, of serving her with every little detail that she absorbed into her pumping, plunging girth. She was still fucking him for as long as she could, and it felt better than it ever had. Soon his pleasure wasn’t just his own, but hers as well. Every thrust left him soaking up the same sensations he brought her, and he could only assume it felt every bit as good for her.

Rosemary was definitely making enough of a mess to indicate as much. She broke from the kiss with a splash when Obie started gurgling. The precum was welling up in his throat. If it was even still his. She was barely even fucking him anymore. His legs fused into her shaft, near her balls, and his hips were soon to follow. The bulge passing up and down in his belly grew less distinct as grey gave way to black, and he sank down into the knotted cock that was consuming him, absorbing him into its inches just to make it thicker and more sensitive. He made that knot swell and bulge, he made that flare flex and expand inside him until it was spurting right through him, gushing precum from an open mouth that was more and more just part of her cockslit. There was just enough of him left to form a few gurgly words.

“Wait, don’t ...”

The sound of that weak objection sent her into a sinister giggling fit. She leaned her jaws close to the tip of her gushing dick, watching those features erode and assimilate a little more with every throb.

“[i]Wait, don’t?[/i] That’s what you’re going for as your last words? Come on possy, you were always more eloquent than that in your wholesome little cowboy way.”

“Let me ... you wouldn’t ...”

He couldn’t finish his thoughts when his mind was so addled and his only means of communication was full of vixen precum. Rosie rubbed his face while she stroked her cock and leered at him.

“You know I would. You always knew you were just one bad day away from something like this. Every second I ever gave you was a [i]gift.[/i]”

He couldn’t respond to that with anything more than a few gargling noises. The taste of her juices nearly blanked him out entirely. There came a moment when the transformation was at its most horrific, in those final thrusts when most of his body was totally absorbed and his face went sleek and dark as it merged with her cocktip. She took on a slight marbling of grey as she claimed him, shooting her precum through him, trembling, rigid, hugging that extra juicy shaft to her chest. It wasn’t entirely clear when the transition between fucking him and just jerking herself off occurred. It made no difference to him. Obie still felt every stroke, every rub and glide of her fingers and breasts down her own slicked-up cock, especially when she touched that engorged knot.

The writhing, thrusting, panting vixen made use of all that extra sensitivity to rub herself to a finish that helped fully fuse that possum with her shaft at last. Every last detail, every last anomaly along her glossy shaft vanished in the haze of climax. There was no more silver, no more pink, just the deep black of a flexing, bulging fox cock expanding with the pressure running through it. Rosemary knew he felt every single throb, every single flash of pleasure passing through her when she blew her big fat load all over his bedroom.

Snug on the bed at first, painting his sheets with her scent, she wasn’t content until she’d ruined everything she could. The fox may have been twitching and rolling her hips with the pounding pleasure of her climax, but she didn’t let that stop her from pacing around the room, pulling out drawers just to jizz on all his cute clothes, on his precious belongings, on anything he thought he’d kept safely tucked away. It was simply her destructive urge, and the cum pouring from her thick, flaring cock remained thick throughout her mindless release, splashing over every surface she could find, drenching that dwelling down to the very foundation in rich, hot fox bitch musk.

Coming down from her euphoric trance, she huffed in the resulting silence. Everything was dripping. Her cock slumped down to her thigh and knee, partly softened but thicker than ever before. She carried so much extra weight on her shaft thanks to that boy. He was giving her pleasure every moment he stayed there. He might have had no choice, but that was still enough to leave her squeezing him with odd affection in her every self-stimulating touch. She collapsed onto his bed at last, while cum ran in waterfalls over the edges, adding to the growing pool on the floor.

“Always so good to me ...” she whispered in the aftermath of that release, as fresh fox spunk dripped from the walls and ceiling, flooding the bedroom in musky steam.

That calmness didn’t last long. What looked briefly like a contented smile turned to a depraved grin of pure lust. Her tongue flopped from her mouth as she took to roughly panting, driven by the need to get off again. Hugging what had been Obie to her chest, feeling him padding her girth and filling out her nuts with even more cum than she’d already redecorated his place with, she engaged in a desperate search for a certain gift she’d given him. He might have scoffed when she graced him with a scale model of the taut, shiny black equine donut hole snug between her cheeks and beneath the base of her many tails, but he hadn’t thrown it out.

It was tucked away somewhere hidden, left insultingly unused. She was just going to have to break it in herself. Rosie was wild-eyed and beastly by the time she penetrated that replica of herself. It was all the better that she could [i]feel[/i] it, too. Of course she’d enchanted that seemingly lifeless thing to send her little tingles of pleasure every time it was used. The moment Obie succumbed to temptation and longing, she would have known, but oh well. She pushed in deep, already painting it with precum, and made up for the missed opportunity with every silicone-stretching thrust.

There was no need to maintain her illusion of elegance any longer. She could snarl and drool while she fucked all that tension out, rutting deep into the massaging hole of the toy she was clutching tight in both hands. Her violent thrashing about in spasms of overengorged pleasure had her shredding his bed with her claws in the heat of it all. Not the first time. Her balls were pumping so hard she could hear them flexing and sloshing, churning up so much extra pressure, so much more cum all thanks to that pretty creature she’d absorbed. Her cock pushed right through to the other side of that toy, leaving even her overstimulated, desperate, flailing her many tails as she spiralled into an indelicate orgasm.

The sounds that left her jaws were a mix of snarling, ghostly howling, and the kind of pornographic moaning he might have accused of being exaggerated if he could do anything at all. Rosie wasn’t putting on a performance. It was all real pleasure that had her making such a fuss, and such a mess. She plunged forward, knot-deep in that toy, and let it all out at once from her aching, pounding cock. His room could use even more cum splattered all over it. She was going to make everything he’d ever owned into something of hers, starting with every last square inch of his cozy little bedroom.

Painting the walls with yet more fresh fox spunk, hosing down her surroundings in great, thick ropes of blissful release, Rosemary eventually fell back and sprawled herself out on the soaked-through bed. She sighed as she shot her cum all over the ceiling, leaving the toy still attached to her cock. Every moment of ecstasy was one she shared with her captive. It flooded and clouded Obie’s remaining mind. It was so hard to be upset with her for the transformation when she was overstimulating him with enough pleasure to short-circuit him, to render his thoughts blank and his sense of self nothing more than an obedient slave inside her. When the pressure lessened and she was just leaking a steady stream of juices down the towering spire of her glistening hybrid cock, she fondly stroked the inches near the knotted base where she felt him most.

“Stupid, beautiful boy. You’re mine now. I’m never [i]ever[/i] letting you go this time. Go numb and stupid as my perma-cock. Let the next stupid slut drool all over you. Never do anything but please me. Like you deserve.”

She often said those kinds of things. It might have been another one of her teases. Yet the more of Obie’s mind came back to him, and the more her mesmerizing ways wore off, the more he realized what a terrible mistake he’d made. She might not have [i]taken[/i] him if he didn’t so enthusiastically agree, if he hadn’t been so weak to her charms, despite everything he knew about her. Stolen away, trapped in her body, imprisoned in her stiff inches, he could already feel the many sensations, the overstimulation starting to get to him.

Rosemary snickered to herself as she felt the extra throbs he caused for her. Each pulse passing through her shaft was another little thought, another piece of his mind slowly eroding away. It wasn’t an instant process. He was going to have so much time to reflect, to feel her stroking and licking him, to silently let her tease him while she fucked his mind away. The first cumshot as part of her already left parts of his memory blank, left him panicking inside her, with no way to show it. And every single time she fucked or just pleasured herself to a finish, there was going to be a little less of him, and a little more of her.

Basking in the overwhelming feeling of being so damn [i]sensitive[/i] to every little touch, he knew he couldn’t do anything to convince her to let him go. Not anymore. There was nothing to do but be a living tribute to her glory and her potency. Each moment of service was one he slowly, helplessly slipped a little further away until he was totally blank, just her mindless cockflesh, her eternal prisoner, existing only to make the wicked kumiho feel good. The only comfort was knowing she probably would have done it even if he said no anyway. He always knew she was going to [i]get[/i] him someday. It could have been so much worse when it still felt so good, for every fleeting second he remained even slightly himself.