One last thing...

“Apartment” was fairly generous: the young man’s apartment was one half-wall away from being a studio, but Starlily couldn’t care less. As soon as the two of them were inside, Starlily gently tossed her impromptu lover on his unmade bed and, with the last of her waning composure, released her transformation. Ribbons and clothing dissolved into sparkles and light, and Starlily’s neon colors gave way to Rose’s more natural earthy tones. The fledgling champion had learned early that if she didn’t release her transformation before sex or masturbation, she was at risk of entering a feedback spiral that would last hours, and could last days.

If the lucky stranger had any complaints about Rose’s new shape and palette, he didn’t voice them. After all, anything Starlily lost in supernatural beauty, Rose had gained in nudity and pure hunger. He lacked any magical means of shedding his clothes to match Rose’s state of undress, but the two eager lovers were still able to make short work of his clothes, and soon they were both properly equipped for what came next.

“Fuck,” Rose whispered, pinning him in place and grinding her hips against his own, “I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.”

“Um, West,” He said, “Weston.” He pulled her into a sloppy kiss, before realizing that he should probably return the favor, “Um, I know you’re, uh, Starlily, but…”

“Rose,” She moaned, her lips moving against his throat, “Now, please, fuck me.”

West was eager to begin his ministrations. He squeezed Rose’s shoulder and dragged her down beneath him, drowning her in a series of quick kisses. The spent heroine was all too happy to let the exhaustion and promise of release turn her into an eager puddle under West’s attentions. He found her an imminently responsive and eager canvas for his lips and hands, but his slow, considerate pace was torturous to the lust-mad woman, and she had to take control.

She didn’t need him to make love to her, she needed him to fuck her. Rolling back on top, Rose took firm hold of his cock and guided it to her deprived cunt. Both lovers let out a sigh, then Rose started bouncing, and sighs turned to moans.

West wasn’t an exceptional specimen in the physical sense, but he was big enough to give Rose that pleasant, stretching sensation, and that was all she needed to set her pussy into orgasmic convulsions. Eloreth’s blessings included permanent sensitivity to even the lightest touch, and West’s hungry thrusts were far from light.

As chained orgasms reduced Rose to a quivering mess, West once more took control, rolling back overtop the hypersensitive heroine. “Damn,” He grunted, plunging into her with renewed vigor, “You’re so much sexier in person.” Rose could only quiver in response, sinking her teeth into his collarbone in a futile attempt at communication. Another orgasm crashed into her, robbing her of conscious thought and turning her once more into a creature of pure sensation.

Eloreth laughed, and West started anew. The sun was just beginning to set, but Rose wasn’t going to regain the power of thought until tomorrow morning.