Wilbur clenched the headboard tightly, gouging the wood beneath his claws deeply in his white-knuckled excitement.

Terrified of further displeasing his mistress as she savored her victory over her prey, he kept a wary distance. This was her moment and she no longer required his help. Yet he could not tear his eyes away!

Eve shifted, fully aware of her manservant's longing gaze, keeping her back to him and grinning smugly to herself only as she allowed him the teasingest glimpse of her frontside, her honey cascading down from her pouty slit with every pleasure jolted spasm that rolled through her. A rodent's tail still protruded, one very much like Wilbur's, thrashing and spattering the wall with errant fluids as it got slurped up, the last remaining identity of the person who had become her fodder.

Moments before the scene had a bit more tumultuous and Eve had welcomed Wilbur's assistance then. Her prey had been willing enough, but taking her headfirst had proved to be unwieldy. She had been a pretty girl and Eve, who had been in a rare mood of generosity, had even allowed Wilbur to mount her prey for a little while, the perfect rump sticking in the air, balanced at the precipice of Eve's sex and requiring a most vigorous round of pushing to finally disappear into the greedy opening. Lost in the ecstasy of it all, Wilbur seemed set to dive in after her, not able to reach his own climax yet, but Eve had shoved him unceremoniously away with a sweep of her mighty tail.

Eve ignored Wilbur's cry of desperate frustration as she banished him from the bedside, no longer to be trusted. In the height of her own paroxysm, mind overwhelmed by the indomitable hunger of her sex as it triumphed, it was incredibly hard to do this... but Eve was determined not to lose her one and only, most dedicated of servants no matter how much he may have deserved to become a puddle of juices inside her for being such an idiot. No, the curvy little rat maiden that had been led by Wilbur himself from market to bed to Eve's innards would have the distinctive honor of enjoying that fate today.

Wilbur whimpered, only to receive an irritated shush from his mistress. He ducked further behind the bed's headboard, snout pressed hard against it as his wide eyes drunk in as much as he could. Eve laid back onto the bed and groaned with satisfactory bliss as her meal finally began to settle inside her, cupping her tender opening as the throbbing slowly subsided. Her lower body was in control now, ferrying her newly gained weight off to be processed.

If Wilbur was good, he could expect to help Eve again, and so he dared not make another sound. He did not want to miss the glorious ejaculation of juices that his rodent compatriot would soon become much later, an event that Eve usually called him in to witness. As she drifted off to sleep, he crept off to his own quarters, and satisfied himself in the dark, his dreams dominated by what he imagined what was going on inside of his amazing mistress.

A whole living person, just a bulge now, but not even that for long. Eve's warm soft flesh would massage her with insidious intent... she would soften and bubble inside the living tube of his mistress' powerful body, transformed, absorbed, filling Eve with strength and pleasure, the likes of which Wilbur could never hope to gift her with from outside. How easily he could be there, how he ached to be one with her, to be used by her, to be the thing that flushed her face with the radiant pleasure that she seemed to feel from nothing else...oh how it would be worth it, to sink into her infinite loveliness and be reduced to mere juices, the very symbol of her supreme delight as he dripped onto the floor...

Oh what sensation he would give her, if only he could make her understand!

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Eve and Wilbur have a special sort of relationship. I don't like pet/master kinds of scenarios, and neither does Eve- but she soon realized she could not live alone her whole life, with the only people she brought into her estate quickly meeting their ends via various plants and monsters in her garden. Her relationship with Wilbur was not very nice at first, but he was born to serve, and once Eve gained her Naga half she became a lot less nasty about things. She really does treasure Wilbur though she will never even admit it to her own self. But that's a story for another time!

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