Sleep

Steven and Melissa slipped into the cramped guild room, the door thudding shut as the single copper’s worth of privacy enveloped them. She was bolder tonight, her soulbound flirtation cranked high—barely a heartbeat passed before her hands were on him, tugging at his tattered tunic with a hungry grin. “Stevey,” she purred, her voice a teasing lilt, fingers already deftly undoing his belt. He matched her pace, shedding clothes in a flurry, their laughter mingling as they tumbled onto the narrow bed, her new curves pressing hot against him.

She straddled him, more handsy than ever—tiny fingers roamed his chest, nails grazing, igniting sparks as she kissed him hard, her tongue a wild dance. Steven gripped her hips, her rounder ass a perfect handful, and she slid him inside, her tight heat swallowing him with a moan. She rode him fierce, hips slamming down, silver hair bouncing—already mid-back from his last tweak, but he wasn’t done. Mid-thrust, as she gasped his name—“Oh, Steven, fuck, yes!”—he cast Fleshsculpting Lvl 5, his hands glowing faintly against her scalp. Her hair shimmered, stretching longer with each pulse of his intent, the skill’s limit now unbound by earlier constraints.

It grew—past her waist, past her hips, cascading in a silken flood down her back, reaching the tops of her thighs—three feet of shimmering silver, a radiant mane that swayed with her frantic rhythm. She didn’t notice, lost in the heat, her moans pitching higher—“Gods, Steven, don’t stop!”—as she slammed down, taking him deep, her little legs pumping like pistons. He grinned, the sight of her new hair whipping wild fueling him—long enough to brush the bed, a flowing banner of his power. Her hands clutched her fuller breasts, squeezing as she rode, and he met her thrusts, hands roaming her curves.

She came first, a shuddering cry—“Fuck, yes, Stevey!”—her walls clenching tight, milking him. He couldn’t hold back, erupting inside her with a groan, her heat pulling every drop. She slumped atop him, panting, his cock still buried, her new hair spilling over them like a silver tide—three feet of glory, the max his Level 5 skill could muster. She nuzzled his chest, breathless, oblivious to the change. “You’re… too good,” she murmured, her voice a sated purr, fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin.

Steven lay beneath Melissa, her tiny frame still trembling from their wild romp, her breath slowing as she nestled against him. Her new silver hair—three feet long, a shimmering cascade from his Fleshsculpting Lvl 5—spilled over his chest and the bed, a silken blanket woven by his power. She murmured a soft, “Mmm, Stevey,” her voice fading into a sated hum, and her hands, still roaming his skin moments ago, went slack. She drifted off, curling into his arms, her fuller breasts pressed to his side, her rounder ass snug against his hip—a perfect fit, molded by his will.

He grinned, the heat of their sex settling into a quiet glow, and wrapped an arm around her, her warmth lulling him. The day’s haul—3 gold, 6 silver, 55 copper, plus the Dragon Egg—weighed his pouch, a fortune earned by his D-rank fists and fury. Her steady breathing synced with his, and sleep claimed him too, the pair entwined in the cramped guild bed, the night sealing their bond in stillness.