Back to pizza delivering

His first order was neither far nor was it boring. It was a very, very important place.

Knock, knock!

The delivery man shifted the warm pizza box in his hands, the familiar cardboard scent doing little to calm his nerves. Fourth floor. Apartment 4B. He knew the route by heart now. He took a breath, knocked three times on the reinforced steel door, and braced himself.

The door swung open instantly, as if she’d been waiting right behind it.

And there she was. Again.

Princess Koriand’r of Tamaran, known to her neighbors as Kori, stood framed in the doorway, bathed in the warm light of her apartment. And she was, as had become her baffling custom, gloriously, utterly nude.

Gulp.

His throat went dry. His eyes, against his will, performed their own frantic inventory. They skated over the smooth, vibrant orange skin of her stomach, journeyed up to the full, heavy bare breasts, and finally, shamefully, darted down to her pussy.

‘N-no panties this time, huh?’

He **** his gaze back up to her beaming face, his own cheeks burning.

“Hello again, pizza man!” Starfire chirped, her voice a melody of genuine delight. Her green eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy. “You arrived with most splendid timing!”

“Uh. Yeah. Hi.” He managed to stammer out, holding the box like a shield. The warmth from it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from her.

“Please, enter!” Starfire said, stepping back and sweeping an arm inward in a grand, welcoming gesture. The movement made everything… jiggle. He stepped inside, his work boots sounding too loud on the polished floor.

The apartment was a study in contrasts. One side was explosively colorful, with silks draped over furniture and strange glowing crystals on shelves. The other was austere, dominated by bookshelves and a single, simple meditation cushion. It was…completely different from his last visit.

‘Is this her boyfriend’s doing? No, definitely not. I don’t think he lives with her.’

He found who was responsible. It was...