Fuck the cosmos.

There's a first for everything. You know that better than anyone.

Hoisting her up against the column, you realize she's incredibly light. Her legs wrap around you, and once again you can see the glow of her opening below. You thrust your cock inside, and the sensation is difficult to describe. It's as any other woman, though there's a tingling. It doesn't tickle, and it isn't heat or electric, though it feels incredible. The best way to describe it is perhaps it's like the warm twinkling lights from the night sky are tenderly running down along your shaft. She doesn't get wet. It's something else. You slide easily inside and out, but you can't place your finger on why. It seems to be a different function of her body, but it works ultimately the same. She's excited. Her body is excited. If touch alone wasn't obvious, she moans aloud as you sensually and slowly thrust deep inside her, over and over again, pinning her up against the column as she seems to have desired.

You reach up and feel back through her hair. While Luna's is still the softest you've ever felt, and Peony's tongue is perhaps tied with such a feeling, there's something entirely alien about the sensation through your fingers. It's soft, but in the way a thick cloud may be. Your hands pass through, not without resistance. It isn't literally mist. What she has is still her hair, though you've felt nothing similar to compare.

Much like her voice, when she moans, it echoes out, almost as if it's coming from all around her, and not from a pair of lips.

"Ah. Aah... Aaahh~!" Her grip on you tightens. "I haven't felt a thrill like this in ages. I forgot what it was like. Mmm! I th-think--aah~! I think perhaps I'm remembering the image of you fucking every other girl that day. You were unstoppable. Ooh, just keep going. Please. Please!"

"I'll go as long as you'd like," you whisper back. Your pace is steady, though you still keep it slow. Each movement of your hips rocks her forwards and back, and every time, she lets out a quiet, adorable moan. She sighs softly, closing her eyes until all you can see through her body is swirling stars in a beautiful void.

"I could enter your mind," she says softly. "I could make things strange. Perhaps we could float, or I could... teasingly teleport around or something. Mmm... Y-Yes. Right there. Please, just like that." Her eyes open once more. "But right now, I just want to make love."

"It's plenty unique enough to me," you reply.

"The feeling is mutual."

Your hands do work, and it seems that despite having seen your skills in action, she's still caught off guard. After running down from her face, you caress her chest, and down her stomach, feeling about her hips before you strike at her sensitive button. Your other hand runs down to her behind, and along with the rhythm of your hips, you steadily increase your pace in a way that causes her to melt. If it wasn't for the fact she she can float, she'd likely have fallen into you with all her weight, not that isn't much to begin with, but thankfully she doesn't require much focus to stay off the ground. It's her natural state.

But then you take hold of her upper body. After pulling from between her legs, you twist her around, and bend her over. She plants her hands up against the column, submitting immediately, before you pull her legs enough for you to bring your lips to her pussy from behind. With a thrust of your face forwards, you eat, and it causes her to moan far louder and more desperately then before. She grasps at the stone, nearly crying at the unexpected, pleasurable attack.

Meanwhile, you notice the taste is entirely different. It's quite good, like nothing you've had.

"Ooohhh, that's so good! So good~!" she shouts. "Do whatever you'd like to me..."

You devour her for a good bit, and then you stand up and playfully smack her butt. It jiggles, just like any other, which looks even stranger given her physiology. Then you grab her hips, and thrust deep inside yet again. Now she bucks forward and back, doggy style against the column, though in a manner slightly different than usual. She floats. Nothing is required for her to lean over, as she's able to remain easily in the air while happily trapped in your embrace. You swing your hips forward and back, now fucking her harder and faster than before, though you hear no complaint--the opposite, actually.

"More, more~!" she demands. "Just like th-that!"