You consider returning to the pool to clean off the musky mess, but you find yourself struggling to move from where you lie as you become distracted heavily by said musk. You bring your coated paw to your muzzle sniffing your rodent partner's cream ravenously. Without much thought you start to lick at your paw, your lips curling into a giddy smile as you moan softly and shudder. His potency taste oddly good, enough that you don't want to simply wash it off. Entranced; you continue to lick your paw clean, curling up and grooming your stomach once your done craving to taste more.
Licking the seed off of your belly teases your sensitive teats stunning your progress only briefly to drink in the erotic pleasure of your grooming. Your loins tense and throb wetting your petals as erotic desire continue to persuade, hungry eyes darting to your spent mate once you clean as much as you can from your belly gazing that mess staining his fur; glistening off his softening pride.
He draws closer as you find yourself approaching the male mouse on all fours, dreamily sniffing between his legs and against his mousehood as your paws comb and knead his hips and sides. Your mate lifts his head and watches you explore beneath him drowsily stunned at the voracity of your sexual endeavors.
"M-miss? What are you..." the male mouse speaks before his voice bellows into a squealing moan tilting his head slowly back from the rise of renewed carnal pleasure you offer. Your tongue eagerly bathes his rodent rod licking ravenously to harden his pride and throb for seconds. You can't tell if urging his arousal is causing any discomfort having spent his orgasm just minutes ago, but you can't seem to stop yourself as you further clean his lower half trailing your tongue up upon his belly tasting more of his cream.
You feel his paw suddenly rest on top of your head, clawed digits gently stroking the fur of your head. You gaze up and watching your mate writing in pleasure, his eyes nearly shut drowning in the flood of rekindled lust you ignite. He sounds like he is trying to speak, but every word that pass his muzzle lips deforms into mousey squeaks and moans, erotic calls that fill your round ears and only fuel your own lust beckoning for true release.
You look back down to his trembling rod, his sexual musk pungent and evading your senses. You should work on giving him his much needed new release, but do you tend to his pride differently than before...or simply give in to your rutting urges and be claimed as real mates. There is no telling still that you'll keep your humanity if you slip back into your feral instincts. Then again; it is becoming increasingly difficult not too in your state, in your position.