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Floodworms - A Mouse Caught in the Flood

By Rix Writes

Arin had been standing alone in the poorly lit hallway, alternating between lifting one gray-furred paw to knock at the simple wooden door in front of him and lowering it after thinking better of it, when the decision of whether or not he should was taken away from him. Just as he reached out to knock for what might have been the hundredth time, the door swung open and he got his first look at the otter that resided behind it. "Come on, blue eyes. Been watching you twitching that cute little pink nose and playing with your tail for about half an hour now. Last time I saw a mouse so nervous was when he knew a hungry cat was on the prowl. Granted, he was a tiny little thing that didn't stand on two feet and the cat belonged to my ex girlfriend. Come on in, cutie. I know what you're here for."

If Arin had thought for a moment that it would be easier to proceed when invited in, he was very quickly disabused of that notion. For one, the strikingly beautiful otter that stood holding her door open, her somewhat luminous amber eyes looking him up and down, was completely and utterly naked, and shamelessly so. Even that wasn't what had him once again reaching for his tail to fidget nervously. His eyes were focused on her belly, one that was quite round and heavy, making the otter look like she was far along in a pregnancy. Heavy brown-furred breasts that he wouldn't even be able to hold one of in both his small, pink-padded hands added to the look. He knew, however, what really resided in her well-stretched womb, and it was most definitely not another otter. "I uh, I mean uh, yeah. I uh... I just uh... Garrett told me to come here. Showed the video of you uh, giving him a couple... you know," he finally said, a blush rising in his cheeks that he fervently hoped hadn't reached the insides of his ears.

"Garrett! Oh that delightful fox, he was so much fun." Her smile formed into a happy grin, and she licked her lips, "He's come to get one of my little gifts four times now. Just a lovely fox." She poked her head through the door and looked from the left to the right and then fixed Arin with a glare. "Come on in. No, seriously, come in. I don't mind you seeing me like this, but any moment one of my neighbours will get a look. I don't want them wondering why the hell I still haven't given birth after six goddamned months looking like this."

"Oh!" Arin gasped, and all but dashed into the apartment, letting the otter close the door behind her. Now the flush was spreading to his ears, this time embarrassment at having just stood there like an idiot while she'd been inviting him in. He took a moment to look around the small studio apartment, trying not to meet the otter's amber-eyed gaze.

The abode, Arin thought, somehow didn't fit what was the home of someone who hid within herself the kind of secret that the otter did. There was a small kitchen area that seemed surprisingly unused, a small living area with a desk against the wall and a small ratty-looking brown couch probably twice as old as he was, and then against the far wall, flanked by two mismatched wooden dressers, there was a huge bed obviously meant for at least two people. The sheets were rumpled, the bed obviously unmade. There was little that adorned the walls other than a few generic paintings. "Uh... It's a nice place?" he said lamely, his voice cracking to a squeak at the end.

The otter's short laugh was deeply amused. "No it isn't. But the rent is cheap, and the furniture was free. No bugs. No pests. Though, I'll note, lots of worms, hmm?" Swaying her hips enticingly, she stepped past him, headed for the couch. As she did, she drew her fingers across his belly, the touch felt through the thin fabric of his golf shirt. "Come on, sit down. I can tell you're nervous. But like I said, I know what you're here for. Did Garrett tell you my name, mousie? If he didn't, it's Cira."

Even as the otter settled herself on the couch and patted the cushions near her, Arin found himself following her. Still too nervous to get any closer, he sat on the far end of the couch opposite the otter, which drew a low chuckle from the otter. "N-no, he... he didn't. Should he have? Like, d-do you hide your identity or something? I m-mean, because of what you are? Uh, my name's Arin, by the way." He sat rigidly still, hands folded in his lap. As soon as he spoke, his thoughts went to his reasons for coming to the otter's home. Those thoughts, and the memories he had of what his friend Garrett had shown him she could do, made his cock stir and stiffen a little, pressing against the cotton fabric of his underwear.

The otter watched him, saying nothing for a few moments. Opening her mouth, she drew in a deep breath through both nose and mouth. "Ohhh, yessss," she half-growled, whiskers flexing forward as her gaze became a slightly hungry stare. "You're already getting hard thinking about this, Arin. And no, it's not a secret, what I do. As long as I behave, and don't go out flooding everyone I can, the authorities don't mind me spreading my gifts. The governor even comes to visit himself sometimes. So do his wife and husband."

Arin shivered, feeling his shorts getting tighter as he sat there. Despite the soothing tone, he still felt nervous, and he stammered, "I know, I know that. Garrett told me all about it. How they work. He uh, he showed me the video of... you know. Told me all he could. I know the whole spiel that you told him. Get it treated before the month is done or you'll start spreading. Until then you're safe. Then come back for another."

The otter crept closer to him on the couch and said huskily, "The One of my worms wriggling into his cock. That was the second time he took one into him. He said he wanted the video so he could jerk off watching it slip into him, so I let the worm hang from my mouth off camera. I remember the first time. He was tied to me, had just blown his load, and then one of them crawled into him. Even when he knew it was coming, it surprised him, and the sound he made as it pushed in, oh, I love it when I spread my gifts to someone new." All of a sudden, she was pressed up against Arin, and her hand was stroking the tent in his jeans, drawing out a whimpering sort of squeak from him.

"H-holy shit..." Arin gasped. Before he knew it, Cira was unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his fly. The speed at which everything was progressing was completely unexpected, though he wasn't sure why it was so. It was obvious that Cira was enthusiastic about what she did, and not at all shy about it, but as she fished out his now rigid cock from the stretched-out tent in his underwear and lowered her head onto it, he gasped out, "Wait, not ready for that yet, holy fuck!"

Immediately, Cira stopped, pulling her lips off of the head of Arin's cock with a lewd slurp. "This one's cute. All tapered and smooth and pink. Mousecock is just fun." She moved back to a sitting position, draping one arm over his shoulder. "You're here to take one, aren't you? Do you want to bury yourself in me and let one crawl in like that? I could just let one wiggle out of my mouth. Or even my tit."

Arin gasped and fixed a stare on the otter as she sat there right next to him, gently stroking his leg. "They're in your breasts too? Seriously?" Just how much of Cira's body was given over to the worms that had taken over much of her body, including some residing in her brain, he had no idea, but he guessed more than he'd been able to imagine. Even knowing that fact, the otter was still stunningly gorgeous to him. Maybe even more so.

"Arin, dear, they are me, sort of. They talk to me. Sort of. If I were some helpless feral four-leg, they'd have complete control of me. But even with their weird gestalt intelligence, they can't control me entirely. I think eventually they'll be able to communicate.... but that's not for a while." She peered over at her bed, then gave his leg a firm squeeze. "You don't have to, you know. I can answer any questions you have. I'll never force my gifts on anyone."

"No!" Arin squeaked loudly, and then began to fidget with his tail, "I... I really know. I want... the thing is, I want more. More than one. I want... I mean, Garrett told me everything about floodworms. About how they take over someone. And w-what someone in your um... position can do."

Now it was Cira's turn to look surprised, maybe even a little disbelieving, as she said in a low, hushed voice laden with a bizarre mixture of curiosity, excitement and desire. "Sweet little mouse boy, are you saying you want me to flood you with my little gifts?" There was a querulous tremor in her voice at the end of that question, and it made Arin's fur stand on end in sudden apprehension.

Still playing with his tail, unable to hide that his erection had grown to full attention now. Flooding. Someone so infested with floodworms like Cira was could just pour out a torrent of the worms from them onto a victim, and they'd seek any hole they could. It left them in a completely enthralled state from which there was no return. From the moment that Garrett had told him about the worms, about flooding, it had been a beacon to Arin, a potential toward fulfilling a deeper fantasy and desire that had nothing to do with the worms and everything about what the process would do to his mind.

When he looked up from his tail, he saw that Cira's expression had changed even more, to one of almost ravenous hunger and desire. And then he saw something moving in one of her breasts, saw her round belly starting to squirm. There was a heavy, musky scent that rose from her that made his nose twitch like he wanted to sneeze. For a moment he wondered with surprise if she was simply about to flood him with the worms that inhabited her body without even another word. Instead, she asked one simple word, "Why?"

Arin bit his lip and held her gaze for a few moments. She really was beautiful, every inch of her, and very much the type of woman he had always been interested in. And it went beyond the looks, beyond what she could do and her 'gifts'. She was strong, confident and shameless; all things that he wanted to be but wasn't. "W-will you do it?" he asked softly, trying not to let his voice crack.

Arin could see her holding back, physically moving herself away from him to the far end of the couch and then further, getting up and taking a few paces backwards. The look she gave him though, showed that she very much wanted to take him. "Do you know what kind of power I'll have over you, Arin? I need to know why. If you can't tell me and convince me, the answer is no. However much I have wanted a new thrall."

Letting out a low huffing sigh, Arin fiddled with his tail as he tried to form the words. What she was asking him to do, and the difficulty he had in doing it, was at the core of it all. "I think Garrett knew. I tell him a lot. He uh... he and I... we have a thing. It's not a big thing. But I loved h-how much stamina it gave him, how much cum he made. And... anyway. Tangent."

Looking back up from his fidgeting, he saw that Cira had crossed her arms, but her ears were pricked forward. All the while, his erection stood rigid even when left untouched, a testament to the desire he was trying to express. "You have no idea how h-hard it was to come here today. I grew up on a Hansonite colony. Oppressive. Repressive. Sex is for babies, not fun. I ran away when I was fifteen because I hated it. That was eight years ago."

"Oh my dear mousie," Cira murmured, and moved back to sit on the couch with Arin, albeit not right up against him. He could still see the things under her skin moving, but they were somehow subdued. She really could suppress them, he realized. "I'm beginning to get the idea, but... keep going. I need to hear everything."

Arin nodded, and when he spoke again, he met her gaze and didn't look away. "I... saw this cat one time, at a club that Garrett brought me to. He was naked. Well, not really, he was in all this girly stuff. I think it was a maid thing? And he... he was serving this tall, demanding mare that had him on a leash. And I got really fucking hard. Garret fucking dragged me over to her when he saw how I reacted. And... and it didn't go well. I couldn't even talk. I was terrified. I wanted to be that cat. Shameless, devoted, serving. But it all goes back to how I was brought up. I get this shame, this fear that I'm doing something wrong. There's so much I've seen and read and watched that I'd do, but I could never... do."

Cira, trying to encourage him, moved even closer, taking up the position she had vacated only a minute before. She draped an arm over his shoulder and teased at one of his round ears. "Imagine a few of them, wriggling into here. Damages your hearing for a while, but stamina's not the only thing they do. I used to take my thrall to a club, you know. Do that sort of thing with him. Because he loved it, and I loved to do it to him. Once spent half an hour slapping his nuts until he was crying and begging me to stop."

A low groan was Arin's only response to that statement, and Cira reached out to start stroking at his cock again. Slowly, lazily, like she had all the time in the world. Her touch was skilled enough that he began to rock against it, letting out little squeaks and gasps when she subtly shifted the pressure and depth of the stroking at random. "There's more. One of my gifts, maybe two, will get you over that shame and fear. You want something more, and I want to hear it. You almost have me convinced. So keep going, mousie."

"K-kind of hard to concentrate, Cira, y-you're good at that," Arin spluttered amidst his squeaks. "I... I d-dont' k-know why but... the idea of b-being completely enslaved, mind and body, is... something I need. Something I want. I don't w-want to feel unce-certain!" He almost yelled that last word as Cira began to pump his cock rapidly, almost bringing him to his peak right there, but then she drew her hand away.

When she stood up, Arin was worried that something he had said had turned her off, but she made her way over to the bed and laid on it on her side, a 'come hither' sort of look in her eyes. "There's no going back, Arin. None at all. It takes about an hour to fully settle in, and it's... not the most pleasant feeling at first. I need you to know that what I'll do to you is... drastic. You'll still be you. But doing something to displease me, to upset me, to scare me, will be impossible to do. When I'm with you, your every thought will be to serve me and please me. I play hard with my thralls. I like to do very dirty things with them. Even before this came to me, I was more than a little ah... well, I know the horse you mentioned. She taught me a few things. I whored my last thrall out as a way to spread my gifts. I'll make you have sex with strangers. I think the first thing I'll do after I take you is to lead you out into the park and make you service the first person who shows interest. And you'll do it, and you'll be happy with it because you're making your queen happy."

Arin shivered, then let out a low moan when he really processed that Cira really was going to claim him. When she patted the bed beside her, he licked his lips. He'd been obsessed with this idea ever since he'd been told about it, and wondered if Garrett had known it. "W-what do I uh... what do I do?"

"Well for one, being naked certainly helps. And, you know, come join me on the bed. Don't worry, you just let me take charge. Lay back on my bed," Cira said softly, adding a soft tone of urgency to the demand.

Arin stood, and with his jeans already unbuttoned and tugged down slightly, simply let them fall to the floor, with his underwear soon to follow. His erection was long and tapered, jutting from his sheath almost proudly, a tiny pearlescent bead of pre glistening at the tip. When he slipped his golf shirt off, all that was left to remove were the special footguards that mixed socks with shoes, and then he stood fully nude in front of her. Though he was a bit heavyset, a familial trait that he hadn't been able to escape, he was otherwise (he hoped) at least a bit attractive. He flushed when he realized that she was one of the few that could see that his fur wasn't uniformly a soft tan brown. His sack and rump were both covered in cream-white fur, a detail almost nobody but his friend Garrett had ever seen.

Cira actually clapped with delight when he revealed himself, "Oh, you're adorable. And I'm going to have fun showing you everything about how to strip properly. To make a show of it." She patted the bed beside her. As if to tease him, he saw the worms under her flesh moving again, and he saw that one was wriggling in her mouth, its mottled green-black flesh writhing and glistening. She was going to fill him with them, let a number writhe through his ear and into his brain, and he was going to let her do that. The idea that it would deafen him, at least temporarily, was somehow the most frightening part of that, but he knew about the healing properties that they offered. As he made his way to the bed and laid down on it, he found that it was surprisingly comfortable. "Any questions, Arin?"

Arin rolled onto his side to look at her, and reached out to touch her belly. When he felt the movement underneath, he shivered a little. "I know you s-said I'll still be m-me, but... w-will I still... I mean, I don't love Garrett, b-but I um. He um. We have a thing and..." He fell silent when Cira laid a finger over his lips then tapped his little pink nose.

"Hon, you being my thrall doesn't preclude you caring about others. I'm not turning you into a zombie that has no volition or thought. You'll still have the same desires and even fears. And you'll still feel a little bad when you do the filthy things I plan to have you do for me, but... you'll need to do what I tell you to. And it will bring you joy." She rolled him onto his back and suddenly she was straddling his lower legs, looking down at him. She was breathing heavily, her whole body trembling as if she was holding something back. "Not long now, Arin. They know what's coming and they want it as much as I do. As much as you do. Any last questions?"

Arin gripped the rumpled sheets beneath him, little claws piercing the fabric. He wouldn't lie to himself by saying he wasn't just a little scared despite his desire. He shivered when he looked down at the tip of his cock, imagining the mass of writhing worms that would all be trying to push into there. Garrett had told him it hurt more than a little that first time, and he was going to have more than just one. "Do... does it f-feel... do you g-get anything out of it? When it happens?"

She moved up, straddling his waist now. If she weren't over a foot taller than him it might have been uncomfortable with that round belly against his own when she leaned down to kiss him. He could feel the heat radiating from her mound, only centimetres away from his aching cock. "They're all... linked. It's a sort of collective thing. And they feel it when a new one of them pushes into a host. When that happens, it's like... having the most intense climax I've ever had. So imagine, little mousie, what it will feel like to me when they flood you. Mouth and sheath and cock and ass, nose and ear. Dozens, all at once, overwhelming you. It's... divine."

Arin let out a hungry groan, and even as she moved back and rubbed the slick wetness that had gathered on her labia against his length, he cried out, "Take me, f-fill me, flood me, do it!" Her hands gripped his shoulders and she shifted her position. He felt something wrapping around his cock, almost guiding it into position. Oh my god it's one of the worms, he realized, and then she was bearing down on him, and he felt the head of his cock enveloped in her. In one long motion, she buried his length in her, and he could feel at least a half dozen individual worms wriggling around and encircling his cock. He almost came right then, with only the single long stroke, his whole body tensing up and readying to release his seed, but he held on to that peak for just a moment. He wanted it to last just that little bit longer. And then he felt the first of the worms find their mark, the thin head prodding at the entrance of his urethra, and it surged inward. There was a burning pain at the sensation of the undulating, squirming thing forcing its way into his cock.

"Oh... oh fuck," Cira groaned, her whole body shaking and trembling violently, and Arin felt the walls of tight, slick warmth gripping his length rhythmically even as the worm forced its burning way deeper. And then she was kissing him in the middle of an ecstatic cry. Not a gentle, loving kiss, but a possessive one with almost bruising force. He could feel the things inside her mouth pushing and prodding at the inside of her lips, and see the black head of one of the worms wriggling out of her nostril, questing and seeking.

Cira's legs gripped him tightly and she held his shoulders in a vise-like grip as she opened her mouth and a mass of worms spilled from within, all over his face. A flood of them, slick and slimy and writhing, already looking for someplace to go, seeking the warmth of a new host. Not all of them would find a place, not even most, but there were dozens of them already. He felt even more of them around his cock now, moving faster outside his cock than the one within. Very soon he wasn't sure if any of what touched his cock was Cira's own flesh instead of the writhing mass that was pushing out of her around his buried shaft.

She kissed him again, and this time he opened his mouth to let her mouth and another torrent of the worms press in. He felt the one still pushing out of her nostril find his own, and there was a sort of burning pain there too as it found its way into his sinuses. Idly, he noticed that the slickness that coated the worms was oddly sweet and had a vague sort of musky taste to them.

It was at that moment that he felt the first of the worms that had spilled all over his head prodding at his right ear, and he went still. No matter how much he'd wanted something like this, there was an instinctive terror, an unsettling dread that settled over him, and he found himself pushing against Cira. He knew, though, that in that moment, it wasn't her that held him down, that was guiding the worm deeper into his cock, that burning going deeper and deeper. It was them, the floodworms, given full control of her for the moment, to claim a thrall for the queen.

There were squirming things prodding under his tail now, pressing in around his cock and into his sheath even as the sensation of the first worm crept ever deeper into his urethra. All the while she kept grinding on him, rising up and pressing down on his length. Even as the very first of the worms slipped all the way into his length and he felt a pressure deep inside, another one poked at his urethra, the head not stinging as much as the first.

The mass of the worms that began to creep down this throat made him reflexively swallow, but his instinctive struggles grew even more frantic when he felt something prodding at his left ear. In his right he could hear and feel the worms that were pushing and prodding deeper and deeper, an unsettling sensation. He'd imagined over the last weeks how it would feel; a painful popping sensation as a worm broke his eardrum and burrowed into his head.

When the pain came, a searing, sharp sensation and a pop, sound grew distorted and he heard a strange ringing. The same came on his left side and he moaned. They were writhing in his middle ear, seeking the passage to the brain along the nerves, burrowing as they could, and then he felt something strange, like an itch inside his skull. Everything seemed to slow down, every breath seeming an hour, every exhalation yet another.

With its passage eased by the first to creep into his cock, the second one slithered and squirmed its way into Arin more quickly than the first, but with his perception of time it felt so agonizingly slow. He gasped and twitched helplessly when he felt a third already trying to force its way in beside the second. Over half a dozen of them were writhing and squirming inside his sheath, and tiny little pinpricks when they latched on and began to settle. The throbbing discomfort intensified when the third worm pushed in beside the body of the second, and he felt at least three more wrapped around his length, ready to push in.

The mass of worms that were invading his rear felt slick and wet, and even while aware that they were moving quickly, he could feel each one of them as they undulated. Every time one disappeared into him, another was behind it, and soon the writhing mass was thick enough to be a pressure against his prostate through the thin barrier of flesh, generating a strange pulsing counterpoint of pleasure to the throbbing ache. Cira's mouth met his again, and even more spilled from her. He heard his whimper as another found that much less comfortable point of entry into his left nostril. How many were in him now, he wondered. More than was wise or even safe to take into oneself, he knew. It was such an appropriate name, really, flooding. Because that's what it was, a flood of the worms, so many that they would overwhelm him as they began to integrate and latch on. And still they kept coming, making hims struggle even more, instinct overriding all conscious thought. All of a sudden, though, the ringing in his ears became a throb, and he stopped struggling between one moment and the next.

Arin's legs and arms twitched and jerked, and he was both aware and oblivious at the same time of Cira pulling her face away from his and sitting up while still on him. She didn't move at all, just watched him intently. Colours and scents and sounds assailed him in a riotous cacophony, and he began to shake violently. The intensity of it all grew by orders of magnitude with every passing second, and his thoughts became muddled and strange.

And then, without warning, it all focused into one shining and perfect moment as he came. He cried out wordlessly, hands bunching up the sheets under him once more. He bucked his hips and felt his cock twitching and pulsing, emptying himself into Cira's depths, the passage of his urethra no longer blocked, uncounted numbers squirming in his scrotum and his bladder. "Such a good thrall," Cira whispered, and it was like he could hear her speaking right into his mind. There was a lewd slurping sound as she pulled herself off of him, a few of the worms dropping from her sex onto his still-spurting cock.

The pleasure didn't stop though, wave after wave of pleasure washing through him as the stimulating assault on his senses resumed. Though no hand or mouth touched him, he felt lips and tongue and fingers all over his cock, tongues at his rear, and even stranger things. All through it, he stayed rigidly erect, his body jerking and twitching randomly. Little sounds spilled from his opened mouth, ones that he himself couldn't hear. Cira rolled off off him and stroked his cheek, and he heard her words with crystalline clarity, saw her face through the colours. "Just relax and let them take you... you won't be done for a while..." After that, he lost himself completely as nerves fired randomly and everything became chaos but for the phantom stroking and sucking on his length, and orgasm after orgasm.

Cira laid there, watching the mouse for the next hour. Each time he came, she felt the pleasure as well. She didn't know exactly what he was feeling; but she knew from her last thrall, the one that she had lost years before, that it was something indescribable. Her own journey to becoming what she was had been different, gradual. It was like he was experiencing the year-long journey of her infestation all in that short period. When finally the mouse stopped twitching and laid there with wide eyes, mouth agape, panting with exhaustion at the ordeal of his flooding, she smiled. "Hello, my pretty little Arin. My thrall."

Seven words. Seven words and her face were the first things that Arin was consciously aware of after the flooding had been completed. There was ringing in his ears still, something that would take a while to heal, but that didn't matter. She was there. She was smiling at him. Never before in his life had he felt what he did then. It was awe, it was love, it was pure worship and joy to look on her face. This was what he had been seeking. He knew that the emotions and joy were being induced by the worms that had settled in his skull, nestled against his gray matter, with millions of hair-thin tendrils buried deep within. He could feel them pressing against his prostate too, through the wall of his colon, feel their tails squirming in his prostate, feel them wrapping around his testicles, making them seem even larger. He was hers now.

The moment he thought of that deliberately, of being Cira's thrall, he could feel a wave of pleasure radiate from his prostate and through his body, a reward like none other. He reached down to his stomach, where the worms had already started to wriggle deeper, but he could still feel a lump of them. The pressure on his prostate was lessened as all the worms started to move deeper, seeking places to latch on where he couldn't feel them. He lifted his hand to his nose and wiped it and saw a little blood smeared on his knuckles, but all it did was make him smile. He expected there would be some leaking from his ears, too, remnants of his flooding.

But what truly filled him with wonder was that he really was still himself. She could have been lying when she'd told him he wouldn't become some sort of mindless zombie. But he'd needed to know how it felt to be flooded and enthralled, somehow knowing that it was his true purpose was even before it happened, and the devotion to her would never be matched by anything else. He understood it. He smiled as the affection and friendship he had with his friend Garrett remained there too. He'd lost nothing of who he was at all. But overlying that was a certainty of purpose, an overriding desire to protect and love and serve his monarch, his queen. "Oh, Cira, oh goddess, I... I..." he babbled, his voice a dry croak. It was strange to speak and hear his voice muted and muffled. He reached out and touched her cheek, and it was as if touching something truly and purely divine. Cira smiled affectionately and tapped his nose. He shivered when her finger came back with a spot of blood on it.

"Those two must have been unpleasant, mouse," Cira said. "The ear isn't the only way to the brain after all. But you'd let another one in there wouldn't you?"

Arin felt a rush of desire, and he found himself babbling that yes, oh yes, he would, please if it would make her happy he would. Cira laughed happily and patted his cheek. "I'll tell you about my last thrall later, so you don't think he was mistreated. I'll teach you some proper service and some restraint so you're not just falling over yourself to fulfill my every whim. And then I'll start doing such things with you that you could never imagine. But for tonight, my sweet little thrall..." Cira got on her hands and knees and lifted that rudderlike tail to bare her sex. "I want you to fuck me over and over until you pass out with exhaustion."

Arin lasted three hours before he slumped to the side, completely and utterly spent. Nothing would ever be the same.