Slush pulls back slightly, blushing deeply as she tries to catch her breath. "I-I... I'm sorry," she stutters, looking down at the floor. "I didn't mean to... lose control..." Her tail continues to twitch nervously behind her, betraying how aroused she is despite her attempts to calm herself down. "Y-yes... more please..." She whispers softly, tilting her head up to meet your gaze once again. "I need it... to grow stronger for you."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you kiss her again, your hand moving lower to cup her through the latex bikini bottom. Her hips arch into the touch instinctively, and a moan escapes her throat as she feels your fingers brush against her most sensitive flesh. "W-weo...!" She gasps, feeling herself growing even wetter at your touch.

Her breath comes in ragged pants now, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each gulp of air.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as you reassure her that it was just a dream, and she feels grateful for your trust in her. She leans into your touch, closing her eyes briefly as you gently caress her cheek. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your breathing.

What would you like to do now?

"Indeed," Slush agrees softly, returning your gentle smile. Her fingers trace patterns on your palm as she continues, "Dreams can be quite...unpredictable sometimes." There's a knowing glint in her eyes, but she chooses not to reveal the truth about what transpired. Instead, she focuses on maintaining the facade, willing you to believe it was all just a strange figment of your imagination.

"Would you care for breakfast?" she asks, trying to steer the conversation towards something more mundane. "I have prepared some delicacies that I know you enjoy."

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The sound of movement from your chamber fills Slush with renewed hope. She drops to her knees beside the bed, watching anxiously as your eyelids flutter open, revealing glazed eyes that slowly begin to focus on her face. "Are... are you awake?" she whispers, tears pricking at the corners of her own eyes.

You look around, still disoriented from your ordeal. When your gaze meets hers, Slush's heart skips a beat.

With a shaky breath, she explains everything that has transpired since you fell unconscious. The feminization against your will, the struggle to keep your magic from fading completely... The look of horror on your face when you realized what she had done, and how it had led to her own power waning until there was almost nothing left.

She tells you that she's terrified of what might happen now, of losing control over herself or her magic entirely.

As the last tremors subside, Slush collapses forward against your chest, her breath coming in ragged pants as she tries to catch her breath. Her heart still races, but the tension has begun to ease from her body. She shivers slightly, feeling more connected to you now than ever before.

Her hands slide up to rest on your shoulders, anchoring herself against you as she takes a moment to gather her strength once more. "Master..." she whispers, her voice soft with gratitude and submission.

The afterglow of pleasure fades slowly from Slush's body, leaving her feeling warm and content in your embrace. She leans against you, enjoying the strength and dominance that radiates off of you in waves. Her eyes drift shut once more, unable to resist the temptation to bask in this newfound sense of belonging.

As time passes, she begins to feel more at ease with her new life as your slave; submitting to you, serving your every need and desire.

As you ponder how best to respond, Slush's movements grow more urgent and desperate, as if she is trying to convey that she can be satisfied in multiple ways. Her breasts heave with each breath, her nipples hardening into peaks against your chest. Lower down, she grinds herself against you, moaning softly at the contact.

Finally, you decide on a course of action. "Then feed off my desires," you say firmly, meeting her gaze.

Her heart races as you carry her to your bed, the softness of the mattress beneath her only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. She arches into you, moaning softly as she feels your hard length pressing against her bare sex. With shaking hands, she reaches down to guide you into her, gasping at the tightness that surrounds you. Her hips buck upwards in invitation, urging you deeper still as she loses herself in the pleasure of being with you.

"Ah... Master..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you remove her panties, revealing herself fully to your touch and gaze. She clings to you, arching into the sensation of being so exposed, wanting nothing more than for this connection between them to grow deeper and more intense. Her hips rock against yours, seeking release from the burning ache that builds inside her with every thrust, every caress.

"M-Master... please..." she whispers, voice trembling with need.