Taking your instructions to heart, Slush eagerly kneels before you and opens her mouth wide, revealing her tight pink tongue. With a hungry moan, she wraps her lips around your length, sucking and licking as she begins to bob her head up and down. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as her eyes flutter closed, focusing on pleasing you as best she can.

Thank you... Master... It's all for you... I just want to make you feel good and happy... Please let me know if there's anything else I can do...

She gasps at the contact, arching her back off the couch as you touch her so intimately. Her hips jerk forward, seeking more friction against your hand. "Yes," she pants out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please..." She whimpers, need overwhelming any hint of shame or embarrassment.

As her breath comes in ragged gasps, she nods slowly and rolls onto her hands and knees on the couch, presenting her tight ass to you. Her tail sways lazily behind her as she waits for your next move, anticipation coursing through every fiber of her being. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back invitingly.

Slush pants, her body still trembling from the aftereffects of the intense coupling. Her voice is husky and raw, but she manages a faint whisper. "Thank you, Master."

She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. Her eyes meet yours, filled with adoration and devotion. Despite the exhaustion, she feels content and fulfilled, knowing that she has pleased you beyond measure.

A lazy smile plays across her lips as you withdraw your spent cock from her pussy. She traces a finger lightly along its length, gathering some of your semen. Then, with a playful grin, she brings the finger to her lips and sucks it clean.

"Mmm,"

she hums contentedly, "that was amazing. Thank you for letting me serve you tonight."

She climbs onto the bed, curling up against your chest.

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."

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.