Chapter #12Keep him Alive by: Karma   You pity the creature, realizing his potential, and without any hesitation, pull him from your cock. He sputters and coughs up some pre. With a jolt, he slides from your belly, the fear returning. You can tell he did not like the position he was in, perhaps because he might have seen it before or almost fell prey to cock vore. Either way, you found out that the mouse is far more special than first thought. He is a master at sexual pleasure, and he is perfect for your fetishes.
"What was that for!" He accuses.
"You slid from my breasts, and rammed my cock head! Either way, I spared you!"
The mouse, taken aback realizes your choice. He smiles and walks up to you and without warning plants a kiss on your lips. You almost pull back, but halt and explore his mouth. Your long tongue coils up inside his cavity while he moans in content. You separate, leaving a bridge spittle between your lips, while you pulls your length from his mouth. He looks up to you, and you down to him. Standing, you find that your cock has retreated inside your sheath, but your breasts were still perked. The hormones might have gone down enough to stop and erection, but your breasts would be like this until you felt real pleasure. You glance into his eyes, he seems to be contemplating your next move. You crouch down, your mighty tail swishing against the wall.
"Do you want to live?"
"Yes... but what's the catch?"
"If I let you live, you need to be my personal slave. But I do promise, that I will keep you alive, for now."
The mouse steps back, thinking about the situation. He could choose to be your slave, but you know that if he does not agree, then he will become fuel for your body. He knows this as well, and thinks about what his mother said, about how most animals, especially sergals, wanted him dead and flowing through their intestines. He starts to shiver, looking into your eyes directly.
"Alright, I will be your slave... but mostly because... I find you attractive."
He immediately looks away, blush filling his face. You take a powerful hand and rest it on his shoulder, turning him around. You smile, standing and bring him with you. Now comes the real issue. If the guards see you with another spectator, in a possible dominant position, they would assume that you might be saving him for after the games. You need to find a way to smuggle him to a safer location, like the lounges or food court. There are only two safe places to put him. Your breasts, and hope he stays put; or your ass, and hope does not struggle and cause arousal.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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