Morning Fun

The faint glow of dawn seeped through the narrow window of the cramped guild room, stirring Steven from sleep. Melissa shifted atop him, her bare skin warm against his, the covers tangled around their legs. Her eyes fluttered open, and as she stretched, her newly lengthened silver hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the soft light. She froze, fingers brushing the strands that now reached her mid-back—a full foot longer than the night before. Her face lit up, a squeal of delight bursting from her lips. “Steven, look! My hair—it’s growing so long! Oh, I’m so happy!” Her voice bubbled with joy, the Mind-Dominion spell weaving its subtle magic, erasing any hint of suspicion.

She twisted to face him, her grin wide and radiant, and then—emboldened by the Soulbinding nudge—her demeanor shifted. She straddled him fully, her tiny gnome frame pressing closer, a playful, sultry edge glinting in her eyes. “Guess I’ve got more to flaunt now, huh, big guy?” she purred, running her fingers through her hair before letting them trail down his chest, teasingly slow. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Wanna celebrate my new look? I bet you’d love to tangle your hands in this,” she giggled, giving her hair a flirty toss, her boldness a stark, thrilling contrast to her usual shy charm.

Steven smirked, heat rising as she pressed herself against him, her small breasts grazing his skin. “Oh, I’m tempted,” he quipped, hands sliding to her hips. She wiggled atop him, her coin slot pussy brushing his thigh, her arousal evident in her impish grin. “Good,” she teased, nipping his jaw. “’Cause I’m feeling naughty today—must be you rubbing off on me.” She punctuated it with a playful grind, her voice dripping with flirtatious intent, the soulbound influence amplifying her natural spark into something brazen and electric.

They tumbled into a morning romp—her riding him again, cowgirl-style, her longer hair swaying with each thrust, a silver banner of her delight. “Fuck, Steven, you’re too good at this!” she laughed, her nasty streak bubbling up in gleeful bursts as she moved. She was louder, wilder, her tiny body a dynamo of energy until she shuddered into another climax, gasping his name. Steven followed soon after, her playful ministrations—hands and lips—pushing him over the edge, her swallowing with a triumphant smirk.

Panting, she flopped beside him, hair fanned out like a halo. “Gods, you’re fun,” she breathed, snuggling close, utterly unaware of the spells that had reshaped her. Steven lay back, adrenaline and satisfaction mingling with a quiet thrill—Fleshsculpting, Mind-Dominion, Soulbinding, all wielded with precision, her joy and boldness his handiwork.