She blinks and takes a look, and lets out a tiny gasp as she takes the time to really see it. 

"That's really pretty - it looks so much like one of those composite pictures or some sort of impossible scene that you can only see through some absurd effort about going to just the right place but..."

"It's real, I promise you."

Her claws sink into her shoulders a little, just enough to indent her skin and let them massage a little more deeply. 

"This quality of view wouldn't normally be possible, in a place like this, but all the magic is doing here is letting you see it properly, without so many things in the way. There are no satellites you can see here, and the air is thinner here then you might expect from the ambient conditions to make it look better but..." 

"Everything you see is real."

She gasps, a little, and leans into her hands.

"...Yeah."

She leans into kiss her cheek.

"Please don't worry. It's natural to have a hard time adapting to all this but that's why I'm here." 

Her fingertips slide across her shoulders, rubbing warmth into her as she relaxes into her. 

"...Could you tell me what you think the rose bowers is?"

She let out a deep breath that hid the faintest traces of a moan, and shivered, then spent a moment humming contemplatively.

"It's a hotel and resort that's part of Sunaira's domain, notable for the integrated dating service, the Door of Night, and the 'all included' nature of the packages used to buy a stay here."

She laughs softly, and kisses her nose. 

"It's not that simple, cutie. Sunaira's a goddess of Love, and this place is a chance to express that. It doesn't really matter if it's the love of stars, of romance, or how your pussy gushes at the sound of just the right woman's voice. It's a chance to get to find the things that you love, in a way that you just can't get anywhere else, because it's too distant - too much work, too dangerous - but here, we can provide what you need for love." 

"So I ask you once more..." 

"What do you want?"

She flushes terribly red. 

"I want... you to tell me how pretty I am, to kiss across my skin and pamper me with your touches and play with my breasts and fill me with pleasure."

She grins broadly, and slowly leans in against her back so she can press a heated kiss just beside her ear, then trail kisses that brush out her tongue to play with it, tenderly shlucking acros her delicate ear.

"Good girl. Don't stop."

"Oh goddess YES."

She leans back in and rambles out "Stroke me strip me play with me claim me feel me out and out tell me how it feels to see my squirming." 

She pants and shudders.

She possesively runs her hands across her smooth neck, fingernails gently tracing across it, often pressing together to trace an invisible collar upon her.

Her nails slide down her neck and past her shoulders, and precisely cut through the hem of her shirt, stopping to let the fabric fall aside and give her fingertips a chance to caress the subtle transition towards her breasts, playing both with the tender flesh around it and letting her fingers spill atop them. 

"Your breasts are beautiful, you know. From the way that it fits on your chest with just the right amount of sag to make it feel real and let the gentle curves be felt, to the plushness and firmness intermingled within them. The focus" 
A long lick across her earlobe - "Of your desire" - A kiss trailing down to her shoulder, nibbling just a little - "Your need" - fingers splay gently across the very top of her breasts, sliding down and enjoying the feeling of her exposed skin and the flopping fabric - "Is delicious."

She shuddered and panted softly but needily, calming herself down as best she could as she felt her tease her, wiggling up against her crotch.

Her fingers slid down her chest once more, far enough to let her hands gash out a chunk of her shirt between her breasts, causing them to flop down lewdly, the remenants of the fabric barely clinging onto her sweaty skin.

Even through the layers upon layers of clothes, her hard cock grinding against her thighs has exquisite.

Her fingertips circled the full mass of her breasts, circling around them, pressing and rubbing the sweat of her skin into them, starting to press a comforting heat into them.

"You are so wonderfully soft and responsive." 

She breathes out hotly into her ear, a throaty rumble accompanying her words.

She lets out a small low moan and leans in, sliding back as the cloth finally gave way, revealing her flushed tits fully.

She eagerly licks her lips, and slides her fingers across her tongue to collect her drool

Her fingers trace across her milky flesh, at first just the faintest tease of her fingertips, to the brushing of the flat of her fingers, to dragging the heel of her hand firmly into her chest, squishing them down and making her breasts gleam in the starlight.

"I appreciate you. I adore you. I admire you."

She threw her head back in a wordless moan, crying out in pleasure as her sex quivered. 

She squeezed her bouncing breasts in her hand, each of them squish and squelching wetly as she tended to them with her firm yet soft hands, expertly pushing her pleasure yet higher even as her fingernails stroked closer nd closer to her nipples.

Her eyes roll back up in her head as her balls swell and her moan starts growing louder and hoarser as every possible bit of pleasure was eked out of her body -

She smiled knowingly as her fingernails raked across her aureola just barely avoiding her painfully sensitive nipples - 

She edged in an instant, gasping in -

Her fingertips kneaded each of her nipples, massaging it, rubbing it, sliding her fingers across it with a broad grin on her face -

She came, cum spilling out of her cock and milk out of breast as she screamed with pleasure.

Her hand swiftly slid down her gushing tits and squeezed her breasts yet more, helping keep the pleasure high and keeping the pleasure spilling through her tightly contained and pushing her yet higher.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she squirts again, glazing over into a well fucked stupor.

She moved, twisting her around and slamming her against a plush wall, clothed breasts sliding beneath hers, soft cloth pressing against her hypersensitive mounds as milk spilled out across her volumptous breasts, seeping through the increasingly transparent shirt, lewdly clinging to her curves as more and more of the milk sank into her clothes and skin.

She screamed out, every inch of her breasts radiating an incredible heat as if on fire, cumming in that brilliant way she had always desperately wanted and... 

Her thoughts whited out with the agonizing pleasure.