Carrow walked down the street feeling rather sore and tired. He thought back to the events that brought him here. It had started a while ago when he'd run into a rather famous mouse in a coffeeshop...

"Why of course dear!" Miss Bianca cooed after he'd asked for an autograph. Embarrassingly enough he'd actually had a picture of her in his wallet, which she graciously signed and handed back to him with her usual grace. "It is not often I run into such a fan these days."
Carrow tilted his head, his round rodentine ears twitching. "Oh? I'd think you couldn't go anywhere without being recognized."
The mouse shrugged, the motion looked quite graceful on her, her pristine white fur offset by her usual purple shawl draped over those softly rolling shoulders. "While I did enjoy my time as a star, the movies were not the most popular." She smiled to him, the expression enough to make his fur stand slightly on end. "So it is always nice to meet a fan when I can. They do so make my day, Carrow was it?"
Carrow nodded, blushing a touch. "Yes, well… if I had my way you'd be the biggest star in the world. I just love your work."
Bianca put a paw to her mouth, muffling a light giggle. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing?" Her paw shifted down to her chin as she rested it atop her palm, tilting her head slightly. "You know, if you would like to talk further, I have a loft not far from here. You're welcome to come by..."
Carrow stiffened. "W-what? Me? A-at your..." He thought he might faint. "W-well I couldn't, I mean I...and you're..."
He trailed off as she stepped a bit closer and put a hand on his shoulder with a gentle pressure. "Hush now I-" She paused, and that hand gently kneaded at his back, which didn't help his blush as her white fur ran across his brown coat. "Oh goodness, dear!" She pressed just along the side of his spine, the touch releasing a bunch of stress he wasn't even aware that he had. "You're so tense!" Her hand retreated as she clasped both of them in front of her. "I must insist now!" Her smile grew in size, as an odd glint passed through her lovely eyes. "I know many ways to relax you see. Since I stopped being an actress for the most part, I make my living being an entertainer these days. You pick up a thing or two... So, as a fan of mine, I insist that you accept my invitation. I'll help you relax..." As she finished, Carrow noticed she'd gotten extremely close to him. He could feel the warmth of her body drawing near, and smell a slight, sweet perfume of some kind. Her breath brushed against his pink ears and his blush was getting quite a bit worse.
There was really nothing else to be done. He couldn't turn down such an offer. He had been really stressed as of late. His attempts to advance his own entertainment career hadn't been going quite as well as he had hoped, and he'd taken up a series of jobs to support himself in the meantime. Some weeks he'd work more than 60 hours and it was showing.
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Thus he'd accepted. It had been a fortuitous happenstance that his next day off wasn't terribly far down in the week. They'd made a plan, and now he stood at her doorstep. She lived in a rather upscale neighborhood, as he would have expected from the rather graceful mouse. The door was a slight purple, the same shade she was prone to wearing,
For a moment Carrow was struck by the reality of where he was, the home of one of his longtime cinematic crushes, the abode of one of the most graceful, beautiful mice in all of the world, and he had the invitation to go inside.
The sheer scale of it almost chased him away. He almost turned back then, but this was such a once in a lifetime sort of opportunity, that even his nervousness at what was happening couldn't dissuade him from entering. So he knocked.
She answered on the fifth, just long enough to keep him waiting, while at the same time being soon enough as to be polite.
She wore a shawl, that stretched down to her waist, it was a bit fancier than her regular one, and below it she wore a pair of purple suit pants, along with her trademark hat. The shade offset her fur beautifully as she smiled to him. "Carrow, darling!" She put her paws on either shoulder, and pressed her cheek against either of his with little kissing sounds. "Come in, come in!"
Carrow could hardly resist as she basically pulled him into her abode. It was rather nice, done up with all kinds of shades of purple and white, which was fitting considering her usual fashion sense. It was sizable, a kitchen living-room mixture taking up the majority of the main room beyond the small hallway leading to the house proper. Beyond that, as far as Carrow could see, was a hall leading deeper into her home on either side. Just how big the place actually was escaped him.
Bianca walked over to some cabinets above a small stove on which a teapot was set to boil, it’s whistle sounding moments before she picked it up, an elegant white affair with an orchid emblazoned on its side. Before he could refuse she had already poured him a cup of tea, and one for herself in equally elegant teacups.
The brew smelled of fruit, something in the berry family, with perhaps a hint of bergamot. She added sugar to her taste, and nodded for him to do the same.
“O-oh, thank you,” the mouse replied taking two cubes of sugar and dropping them into the dark sweet smelling liquid before taking a sip. The slight bitterness of the bergamot was offset beautifully by the sweet tang of whatever berry happened to be within the brew. He gave a slow sigh, somewhat calmed. “This is lovely.”
“Why thank you darling.” Miss Bianca smiled, her full cheeks flushing with pleasure at the compliment. “My own personal creation. I tend to do a bit of gardening in the back.” She took a sip of her own, giving a little hum of enjoyment. “So, dear, why don’t you tell me what has you so stressed as of late?”
“O-oh...well,” Carrow was usually a bit shy, but he found himself pouring his heart out yet again to the beautiful mouse. She was just so easy to talk to, her laugh, her manner, her tea, everything spoke to an ease, a comfortableness that oozed from her every word.
He finished his talking on the subject around the same time they finished their second cup of tea, the taste warm on Ms.Bianca’s breath as she leaned in to place a paw over Carrow’s.
“Oh you poor dear!” She exclaimed, her accent giving her worry a soft edge as she stood, taking his paws in hers and raising him to his feet as well. “I know just the thing to help you, an old thing I learned in my travels while we were making the films.” Her concerned face took on an edge he couldn’t quite discern, but only for a moment. “Follow me.”
She led him by the paw deeper into her abode.
From his position behind her, Carrow couldn’t help but notice the soft, full curve of her hips. She was rather motherly in shape, a bit bottom-heavy in a still gorgeously balanced way. Her tail threaded through a little button strap just above her rump, which the pantsuit she wore did no favors to hide just how soft it looked.
He wasn’t sure if it was a conscious attempt on Miss Bianca’s part, but there was more of a sway in her step than Carrow might have expected, the veritable ballet of movement down along her shoulder blades flowing down to the ample curve of those hips and down along her shapely legs was garnering a response from the male mouse, despite his best efforts to return her grace and politeness in kind, without letting lewd thoughts take over his mind. Still, it was continually more of a struggle as she led him down the hall to a pure purple door.
She stopped, turning to smile at him. Carrow immediately shifted his gaze upwards.
“Here we are, my special little room.” She chuckled, drawing a single key from the pocket of her suit pants. It was golden with a single purple jewel along the top. She slipped it into the lock with practiced grace, turning the lock with a small click and ushering him inside with a wave of her hand.
Carrow walked past her and into a room dominated by her colors, white and purple, but now with a new accent. Black.
Black rimmed every line of purple within the room. It
changed the general feel of the space from one of fancy decorum to something perhaps a bit less….restrained. The room was mostly featureless outside of a desk, with drawers containing things Carrow couldn’t begin to guess at, and a single chair.
The mouse was confused for a second, turning to his host with a frown. “O-oh, would you like me to grab another chair from somewhere in the house. Where will you sit?”
“I don’t have to darling, this is your session, not mine. Do sit, while I…” She backed away from the door, looking at him past its sturdy wooden frame. “Change into something more comfortable.”
If Carrow didn’t know any better, he’d have said that she winked as she walked away, his eyes widening a bit with surprise as her tail reached out and deftly wrapped around the doorknob to pull it closed behind her, leaving him alone in the room by himself.
Not knowing what else to do, and not wanting to disobey her request, he sat down in the chair.
It was a nice chair, built from a sturdy, solid wood, its cushion the same light purple as most of Ms.Bianca’s furniture It was soft under his rump, a thoughtful hole in the back for him to thread his tail as he rested his arms on either armrest. There was a kind of natural comfort to the chair which spoke of its quality and probably expense.
Carrow was suddenly quite self conscious of himself sitting there. When Miss Bianca was around she had a way of making you feel like you belonged wherever you were, as long as you were with her. He realized how out of place he was, sitting here in a simple t-shirt and jeans amid such simple grace and opulence. He liked her, but with her away, even for a moment, he suddenly felt very small.
He fidgeted in his seat, considering making some excuse to leave, She’d been so kind, but what if her kindness was simply some kind of well-meaning pity? He didn’t think he could bear that. Perhaps he ought to just cut his losses short and get out of here now before her grace and poise really started to clash with his own lack thereof. Perhaps he should leave her with good memories of him now…
The door opened before he could sink deeper into that train of thought, the door opened, and Miss Bianca stepped back into the room.
“Miss Bianca, I should probably-” He started, before he turned, and was struck silent by the sight of her.
She was taller, that was what he noticed immediately, the stilettos helped in that regard. Jet black with purple accents leading up to fishnets which hugged her calves and thighs closely, exposing more skin than he’d ever seen in person. She didn’t wear any kind of pants or a skirt, instead she simply had a pair of panties, patterned in a spiral, a black swirl through white fabric drawing the eye in a place no proper lady should have wanted people to look, yet somehow she still pulled it off with grace.
Above that still lay a matching bra, with nothing between the panties and that garment, exposing the lines and smooth curves of her belly. Atop her head sat a spiral top hat, matched perfectly to the rest of her attire.
Carrow’s cheeks heated up as he noticed the expression she was giving him, eyes lidded, smirking the kind of lecherous smirk that any man would kill to be on the receiving end of. She gave a little purr, her deep voice making the sound reverberate through Carrow like a bow pulled over a violin string.
“So… shall we begin?” Ms.Bianca asked.
Carrow’s mouth opened and closed with shock as he looked her up and down, the stirring in his pants getting far worse now he saw his idol in such scandalous attire.
“W-what?...M-Miss Bianca I….I….”
“You like?” She cooed gently, stepping into the room. There was no mistaking the sway in her hips now as she walked towards him, the ballet of her body now changed to an intimate tango of motions up and down her curves as she placed a hand with teasing lightness on his shoulder, dragging it slowly downwards to feel his chest through his shirt, pressing close to his face, her eyes turning that lecherous gaze into his own. “You don’t need to answer of course, a lady knows these things~”
“Y-you….You look…..”
He was cut off by a soft finger pressed against his lips
“Shhh, shshshhh…” She whispered softly. “You needn’t say anything dear. “I can read it all on your face. There will be no need to speak here….Only to watch…” Her finger trailed down from his lips to his chin, lifting it with a casual ease until his gaze was squarely on the swirl at the forefront of her top hat. He hadn’t noticed, being too enraptured by the way those revealing clothes hung on her body, but the swirl was not part of the hat proper. She placed her free hand to the swirl and gave it a gentle spin. Instantly Carrow found his gaze locked, that swirl pulling him in like a physical tide, his mind pressed ever inwards by the calming undulations of that endless black and white pattern.
“W-wha….” Carrow found his jaw going slack.
Miss Bianca closed it gently with a hand, before trailing that soft touch over his cheek. “Shhhh… Just let yourself fall into the pattern dear.” A hand went to either shoulder, and she gently rubbed, seeming to know just where to press and how much pressure to apply to earn a little moan from the mouse in front of her. “You’ve been ever so stressed, just take a load off, that’s what I’m here for after all. Don’t tell me you don’t like what’s happening…”
“Like….what’s….” He repeated, finding it harder and harder to form thoughts. Trying to think was like attempting to wrap his fingers around threads of weak spider silk. Internal logic, reason and will turned sticky and loose the moment he tried to grasp it, before fading off into warm haze.
“Yes… yes there you go…” She straightened, taking a slow stroll around his chair.
Carrow’s neck strained to keep his gaze in line with that intoxicating spiral as she walked around him, giving an involuntary whimper when it went out of his field of view.
He gasped as something drew along his chest. Out of the corner of his vision he could see the pristine white trail of her tail caressing across his front.
“Now that I’m a bit more comfortable, I think we should do the same to you, yes?” Her tail wandered down as she stood behind him, though those spirals had gone out of his field of view he still felt their power. Carrow’s breath caught. Her tail touched his bare skin, slipping under his shirt just above his belt line, teasing just below his belly button with it’s slender silky tip as he sat, squirming.
It lifted the lip of his shirt as Ms.Bianca’s hands came around to either side to grasp it, pulling it up and over his head. Carrow’s arms lifted on automatic so she could remove the garment from him, leaving him exposed under her gaze as she strolled around to the opposite side, her tail trailing up over his shoulder and lathering itself intimately against the side of his neck before it left him. The spiral of that top hat was back now, and it drew him deeper into her thrall.
Her hands pressed warmly against his pectorals, her skin softer than he’d ever imagined. She shifted so she was straddling his lap, soft plush thighs on either side of his legs, the heat of her obvious through his pants as he fidgeted inside them.
“Shhh…” She cooed again. “Relax….let yourself fall deeper into my spiral little one, your will under my will. Do not worry yourself with thoughts and troubles. All your tribulation melt before my touch and these enticing little swirls…” Her voice was soft and measured, almost wrapping him in his embrace as her body pressed against his own.
Carrow moaned, the feel of her was almost too much, the feminine weight of her southern curves pressing down against his lap, his cock fully out of his sheath inside his pants and begging to be freed from that cloth and to feel her truely.
“We’ll get there dear, don’t you worry…” Ms.Bianca purred gently. “You’re not even all the way under yet, but I can fix that…”
She stood up again, Carrow gave a plaintive sound as her softness left his body, her hands rubbing and caressing as she strolled around him again, setting her rump on the armrest of the chair, bringing one of his arms to rest on the plush surface of her thigh, fur like velvet.
Her tail snaked about in his lap, spilling over the edge of the seat like a serpent all its own as it playfully wiggled against the growing bulge it found there.
“Listen to me, little one,” She cooed into Carrow’s round ear, her hands gently massaging at his shoulders as she spoke. The mouse falling into her thrall striffed as the tip of her tail found the lip of his pants, slithering under his waistband to tickle the head of his member as he squirmed.
“What little resistance you have, whatever naughty little thoughts are still plaguing you...when I count down they’re going to disappear….”
Carrow moaned as his most sensitive flesh was caught in a turn of her tail, and another, two coils a third slithering smoothly across his skin.
“Five...” Her tail squeezed, a fourth loop surrounding the whole of his shaft, the tip undulating and teasing among his balls. “Four...”
Every number rang throughout Carrow’s body like he was a gong and she was the paddle striking it, sending vibrations of calm throughout the whole of his body. Everyone washed away a little more of his conscious thought.
Her tail cinched, tightening intimately around his shaft, the tip still spiraling around his balls to tease them as the rest of the gently attentive appendage tended to the rest. Her rump fidgeted slightly with the motions of her tail, it’s soft weight pillowing against the armrest as her hands caressed his shoulders, his hand squeezing at her thigh on impulse as she gave a coo of approval.
“Three…” Her tail stroked up and down, up and down, up and down, faster and faster, squeezing and twisting, turning and teasing.
Faster than he’d ever felt in his life, Carrow was approaching orgasm. He could feel it building within him, no more able to stop it than he could stop breathing.
“Two…” Her lips were brushing her ear now, her hand drifting from his shoulder to press his own fingers into the dense soft fur and flesh of her thigh, letting him feel her warmth, drawing it a bit closer to that deep, loving valley between them, closed off by that simple, thin black fabric, the texture of her fishnet velvety against his senses.
Her tail pumped faster and faster, squeezing tighter
and tighter, knowing just how hard to press inwards to stimulate him perfectly, his nerves singing with pleasure. He was driven closer and closer by the moment, his body hanging on the edge of release, waiting for that word.
“One.”
Carrow’s body went rigid as her tail swathed his member in those undeniable touches, his voice rising in a deep moan as his hips bucked upwards. He cried out her name, shaky on his tongue her tail’s flexing working his pants further down his thighs to reveal his cock in all its glory, throbbing and throbbing until, powerfully, it began to spurt, bound up in coils of her tail. Carrow released his seed in the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had, staining her tail with the sticky white fluid as he was suspended there in bliss for what seemed like hours, but was his thinking that changed the most, how he felt internally. All of his thoughts were washed away. Carrow could feel his eyes swirling with those spirals, his mouth lolling open as he slumped into the chair, her tail still stroking softly as she chuckled.
"There we go...A nice release, don't you feel so relaxed? So at peace?....Well...I can make that even better..." Ms.Bianca cooed. Her tail slowly pulled back, dragging itself over the whole of his member as it did, each loop of that attentive flesh pulling back until his cock stood, softening in post-orgasm in his lap.
She shifted on that armrest, the sound of her soft skin against the wood of the chair the only thing it seemed like Carrow could hear besides her voice. She stood, her back to him, looking over her shoulder.
"In my travels, and time as an entertainer, I've learned perhaps a bit more than the art of....relaxing people whom catch my fancy, darling."
Ms.Bianca's tail danced, like a serpent almost in its movements, slow undulations that led from the thicker base along the small of her back along to the sender tip that had touched him so softly only moments earlier.
"There are things in this world that are perhaps a bit strange...but also extremely useful..." She chuckled, urging him gently to his feet with two fingers, his body as malleable to her touch as clay to a sculptor. "For letting those who do indeed catch my fancy...truely feel my embrace..." She began to circle him, her smile a bit predator, but at the same time, she never lost that loving, almost motherly compassion that seemed to radiate from her every pore, but now it was something more lecherous, dirty.
Her tail stayed in front of him as she walked, circling around him. It continued to undulate, gently flowing down to his feet, laying itself heavily across the tops of his paws as the tip cinched around his ankles.
Carrow moaned at her touch, stiffening a little. She continued to walk around him, but startlingly, her tail stayed in the same place.
Carrow could feel it there, though he couldn't look away from her beautiful face as she purred, coming around on his left. One of her hands stroked his dishy ear, trailing along it gently.
"Don't question it, darling. Just let the feeling overwhelm you...Consume you...Take away your worries..."
Ms.Bianca came around to his front again, standing with her back to him, those wonderful eyes and that ever moving spiral still filling seemingly ever sense. He could feel it's power washing over him almost like a physical thing, like the sensation of being caught in the great tide of an ocean, her will a far larger thing than he could imagine, and his faller form utterly immersed inside it and subject to all its whims.
Her tail was moving again, he could feel the silky fur covering that surprisingly muscular thing dragging across his own. Compared to her silken touch, he felt as though his own fur might as well have been a throw rug left out in the rain, but she didn't complain or sneer at him, in fact, she seemed to enjoy touching him as her shoulders gave a subtle shift, the lines of her back and shoulder blades enticing to his view as she gave a pleased little sigh.
Her tail just kept coming, coil after coil wrapping around the entranced mouse, spiraling around his body the same way the spirals of that hat wrapped around his mind.
The tip led the charge, flowing up around his ankles as Carrow moaned, the sensation of Ms.Bianca curling her tail around his thighs immediately pleasurable, their surface sensitive in his still ringing afterglow. He found himself stiffening again despite how soon it had been, his shaft up to full ast already as more coils of her tail spun around his waist, a loop flowing across his balls, taking a moment to fondle them before passing on as it threaded itself under and above his throbbing shaft, that silken fur dragging across it on both sides.
This was impossible he knew, Ms.Bianca's tial was three paws long maximum, but it just kept coming.
The seductive woman currently encircling him gave a nod, and seemingly granting permission. Carrow found himself able to look down for just a moment, to see her tail seemingly growing by the moment, extending, almost flowing outwards from the small of her back to create the loops that bound him, the tip snaking under his arms to leave them free as it crawled under his shirt, the garment wriggling and moving with its soft coils as it slowly ran itself across the tender expanse of his bare belly.
Carrow's eyes were drawn back up to that spiral and her gaze as quickly as they had been let go. His cock throbbed needily as inch after inch of her tail flowed across its surface. The end of her tail snaked under his arms, caressing over his collarbone before the pure white end of it peeked out the neck hole of his shirt. It lathered itself against his throat as the rest of its length pressed inwards around him, squeezing.
Carrow gave a needful, strained noise as it wrapped around his neck, playfully tickling the underside of his chin with gentle flicks.
"Let's relax you further...work out all the little knots and tension hmm??" Her tail squeezed tighter, but rather than a full body compression like the closing of a fist, this was gentle waves, rhythmic squeezings along the coils from top to bottom, applying pressure at certain points. His shoulders, his back, his legs and thighs, everywhere were he'd ever felt sore or tired or weary was soothed to near mush by her gentle ministrations.
Every slight shift of that kindly appendage made it shift and moved against his cock jutting out from between two coils that tended to him just as gently as the rest of its length. Soon he was not only erect, but throbbing, needfully, powerfully, his hands clenching at his sides, he wanted so much to touch himself, but he found his body unable to respond to even those most basic of instincts under her power.
Ms.Bianca's eyes lidded further as she gave a gentle coo to him. "You want to touch yourself?..." She asked, not an admonishment, but a simple, soft question.
"Nnng...." Was all Carrow could reply.
"Well then..." She lifted her hand, fingers poised. "When I snap my fingers...go right ahead."
Carrow was kept in suspense, held there in that feeling of potential bliss waiting to burst into glorious kenetic, all of it held between her fingers as they pressed against one another, the tension growing in him as his cock throbbed, begging to be touched.
"A-ahh...ngn..." The mouse squirmed in her grip, her arms perfectly free of her tail, but bound by her will.
She let him stay there, in that place between bliss and tension, for several long moments before the sound of her snap hit the air, echoing through the room. A purr of approval following.
Carrow touched himself instantly, his hands grasping his cock as firmly as he dared as he began to stroke up and down up and down masturbating furiously in her grip as her tail continued to squeeze and rub him, effortlessly driving his pleasure further and further upwards as he stood there immersed in her grasp. The mouse stroked himself up and down, little squeaks of pleasure escaping his muzzle as she turned fully around to face him.
His eye were drawn somewhere new now, her panties, spiralled in pattern, were spinning now too through some magic. Her hips gyrated, moving in slow sinuous motions, like a belly dance, but somehow smoother still, his eyes widening at the playful ballet of those soft thighs leading into that glorious valley between them concealed under that swirl.
"Let the pleasure flow through you...let it cover your sense, let every nerve tingle, cleanse yourself of worry, of shame and self-consciousness..." She said softly as her dance continued to unheard, yet beautiful music, the motions of her hips syncing to the gentle undulations of her tail around his body, squeezing and kneading tightening and releasing.
Carrow felt himself growing closer and closer by the moment, his earlier orgasm paling in comparison to the pleasure he felt under her true and utter direction. His back arched as he felt that pressure build to its inevitable crescendo.
"Stop." Ms.Bianca said simply.
Carrow froze. Despite how much he needed, oh so desperately to finish, he did as she commanded, murmuring weakly, his toes clenching against the ground.
Carrow gave a little gasp as her tail contracted around the whole of his body, squeezing powerfully forcing just a bit of the air from his lungs as it encompassed him powerfully. With shockingly little effort, he found his toes clenching against nothing, lifted bodily into the air by her tail., brought closer to her, those beautiful eyes filling his vision. They were deep, but now they were different, now like her hat and her panties, they were spiralling, filled with those black and white rings as she came close enough to kiss, holding him as though he weighed nothing.
Those eyes pulled him in more than ever before, a whirlpool turning into a black hole, her will as inescapable as one of hte most powerful objects in the universe form Carrow's utterly enthralled point of view, his cock bobbing and throbbing in his hands, begging for that final stroke ,but he couldn't give it, not without her permission.
"Do you like my little show?" She asked gently.
"Mmmphh...nngn..." Carrow could hardly speak.
"Go on now...use your words..."
"Y-yes!" He cried, his whiskers twitching wildly as his toes squirmed and wiggled in the air, held completely in her tail.
"I thought so..." Her hand came up, and she laid a single finger along the side of his shaft, drawing it slowly upwards. This drew a choked, needy moan from him, a drop of pre beading on the end of his shaft, she caught it on the end of her finger and held it up for him. "You're not very subtle..."
"Mmng..." Carrow's body was as taut as a pulled bowstring, waiting for the moment she let go, sent him sailing towards that bliss filled heaven of climax.
Her tail squeezed him again, the mouse making more noises, incapable of full words any longer as those sounds begged her for release.
“Well….you’ve been such a good boy that I can hardly deny you, dear…” She purred, leaning in to kiss him breifly, her lips soft and warm against his own in that brief peck, before she pulled back, eyes spiraling into his, there was a moment of space between them, in time and in that bit of space, a beautiful separation that was penetrated by her hypnosis.
“Cum.” She said simply.
That was all it took, he gave that final stroke and his cock lurched, spilling its seed, this orgasm somehow greater than the one before it as every fur on Carrow’s body stood on end with passionate inescapable pleasure, his toes curling, muscles clenching, moaning out her name in a shuddering voice as sticky strands of his cum stained her spiral colored bra.
He was held there in bliss, her tail massaging him, squeezing his whole body as though to draw out evey drop of that seed, keeping his orgasm going until his body gave out.
Finally, utterly drained and tired, Carrow slumped in her tail, his body hot from exertion, but more relaxed than he’d ever been before, his body turned to mush by her touch.
Ms.Bianca’s hips began to undulate again, the motions feeding into her tail, rocking her newest thrall back and forth gently, soothingly, her motherly tones flowing into his ears with a gentle softness that fed into his tired bliss. Back and forth as she came closer and closer, Ms.Bianca lowered the coiled Carrow into her arms, holding him gently and squeezing him with her tail as she cooed gently into his ears.
“There now….don’t you feel so much better?”
Carrow was utterly exhausted, breathing heavilly as he tried to catch his breath. “Y-yes...y-you’re amazing…”
“I know, darling...I know…” She said, her eyes spirals growing softer and less fast, a gentle, easy pulse that lulled him as he found his cheek pressed against her breast, warm and soft. “And I’ll be amazing again...because I think you’ll be staying for a while don’t you?”
“A dopey smile spread over Carrow’s face as his body drifted towards rest. “Y-yes...yes I’d...I’d like that.”
“I had a feeling you would.” Ms.Bianca giggled, letting him rest there a moment in her arms. She was going to enjoy helping this one relax.
She continued to rock him slowly, her tail undulating around the whole of his body, helping to keep that continuous soothing motion going, rocked gently back and forth, Carrow found his eyes growing heavy, the blissful weariness of his form spreading into the pleasant haze of his mind. Those gentle spirals were like a slow warm caress around his thoughts, each gentle pulse pressing him deeper and deeper.
“Sleep now…” Ms.Bianca’s voice was soft as satin as her soft cooing and gentle hold pushed him towards dreamland. Those spirals made those gentle words thrum along his consciousness like her every word was a biological need, something he could not deny. Wrapped in her tail and her embrace those spirals helped to relax every inch of him, her slow gentle attention, her soft voice, Carrow could not resist. The mouse gave a final, sleepy sound in his mistress's arms, looking up into that beautiful face one more time, those spirals still there even as his eyes closed fully, drifting off into dreams of beauty, dreams of bliss, dreams of Ms.Bianca.

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