The maddening need to mate burns your mind and body, yet somehow you manage to continue keeping your composure as you instead indulge your most recent sexual fascination; your mate's essence. The taste of his rodent cream lingers in the back of your throat and the tip of your tongue, having cleaned both yourself and the male mouse of the sticky potency that had covered fur and flesh. And yet; you hunger for more, enough to stimulate your mate's arousal soon after being spent from his first orgasm. You do worry if you are hurting him making the poor male horny again, yet he shows little resistance in allow your fascinations to run wild feeling his paw petting your head; his voice squealing in rapture.
With that concern pushed aside you return to his quivering pride already dribbling the weaker portion of his potency, licking your lips as you gradually take in his girth with your maw. You feel his fingers grasp a bit tighter as he squirms and moans, his rod beginning to buck inside your mouth as you suckle and lick. It nearly makes you gag the quicker his bucking tip hits the back of your throat, but you manage to adapt and match his motions.
The taste of his musky pride; the salty cream of his lust beginning to erupt more and more, you shudder shot intensely with erotic pleasure throughout. You sneak a paw down between your legs to help build your climax not wishing to be left out again in the orgasmic release, your pink petals growing wetter and slick screaming fro penetration. You are not certain if you can take it any longer, about ready to pull out and jump your mate; put his renewed pride to better use.
Need to be filled. Need to bare his offspring. Need to nest...be mice.
The bathroom echoes with your mate singing the peek of his bliss, you own muffled with his pulsating rod buried within your maw filling up with the ropes of hot potency erupting. You nearly gag before gulping down his seed, quivering delightfully at the heady taste as you keep suckling and polishing milking every last drop of his seed before become spent again.
"Holy fuck!" you hear your rodent mate exclaim and sigh once more falling flat against the countertop surface. His barreled chest rapidly heaves as heavily as he pants, seeing him in this relaxed and satisfied state adding to the elation you feel having drunk his delicious essence. You wipe your muzzle and gently climb on top of him resting lovingly as you hug his shoulders with your paws, staring intimately back into his weary beady eyes smiling warmly.
"You enjoyed that too much, didn't you?" Your mate jokes chuckling as he moves his paws up and pets over your back, leaning in and sharing an affectionate nuzzle. "Are...are you really enjoying this? Being a mouse and...well; taking advantage of us being extremely cursed and horny?"