Before she can send her suit friend a hasty clarification, she feels the suit mold itself around her cock until it forms an undulating tunnel, and a fleshy orifice attach itself to her cockhead. As the head of her penis squelches inside, she can feel a slick liquid squirting out. Her suit promptly begins to massage that fluid into her shaft, and the mystery orifice squishes around her cockhead in a way that feels delightful.

At the same time tendrils from underneath her suit’s backplate are slithering down between her legs to fill her holes and rub her clit oh-so-pleasantly, but the sensations there aren’t novel in quite the same way, and so don’t grab her attention quite as much. But it certainly doesn’t help with her sudden intense distraction. And the sheer intensity is new.

Ooh, it feels sooo goood. She should just sit back, relax, and let her suit give her as many orgasms as it wants.

That doesn’t quite feel like one of her thoughts? Or no, it does, it’s just really not the first thing she’d think, in a situation like this. She’s pretty sure she’s way hornier than she used to be, but even with all of that it doesn’t quite fit with how she just resolutely ignored the very interesting fact that she now has a penis. And the delicious, delicious electricity tingles.

Also, she’s sort of surprised she even noticed that, in the heat of the moment? She knows what she’s like when she’s feeling something this nice, and it isn’t capable of metacognition.

In the back of her mind, a fuzzy sense that this, too, is a result of her strange transformation.

Well. That’s nice, at least.

But. Um. Is the suit making her extra inclined to do lewd things, or something, is that part of what “make happy” means? The idea does seem kind of familiar.

As soon as she thinks of the question, her suit gives her body an all-over squeeze and radiates a sense of playful lust at her along with a sense of affirmation. Lilian shivers, both at the physical sensation of the hug and the shockingly-nice feeling of radiated lust.

In ear! Talk, listen, make happy!

Huh. Apparently, she has, like, a telepathic headset? That’s she’s pretty sure is made of pink slime, for some reason? Neat.

And anyway, so what if her suit’s using that headset to mess with her head a little? Isn’t that hot? Isn’t that what she wants? For her suit to make her decide to let it fuck her silly?

She finds herself involuntarily moaning at the thought. Yes, that is what she wants. And all she needs to do is lie back and let it happen. She finds her hands unconsciously rising up to grope herself, and, in fitting with the pattern she’s been experiencing so far, that also feels far, far better than it should.

All the while, that glorious fluid around her cock soaks into her, making her hornier and hornier and her cock feel better and better with every passing second.

And then the memory of just how good that shock earlier had felt bubbles up into her mind. Doesn’t she want to feel that again?

Lilian lets out an involuntary moan at the thought. Yes! Yes, she wants that!

She forms and releases lightning armor around her body as quickly as she can, anxious for that tingly pleasure she remembers from before. It takes something out of her, she can tell she’s spending down reserves of some sort, but as her body lights up with pleasure, she knows it was worth it.

That, finally, is enough to tip her over the edge, and she experiences her first orgasm in her new body. It’s like nothing she’s ever felt. There’s the obvious difference where now she has a cock, and so in addition to her familiar pleasurable clenching in her core, there’s an entirely novel and instantaneously addictive sensation of spurting. But beyond just that, even the familiar bits have been turned up far past the best orgasm she’s ever felt.

And in the aftermath, she’s invigorated, her reserves of electrical power filled, and still just as eager for more as she was when all this started. In fact, she feels vaguely unsatisfied. Never mind that that was both the best and longest orgasm of her life. She wants more.

This. Is going to take a while. Isn’t it.

Long enough later that the shadow of the fungi she’s resting under has noticeably changed positions, she’s finished. She finds herself wishing she had someone with her to nuzzle. She has her suit friend, but its not quite the same.

The thing that finally led to her feeling actually satisfied was the realization that she could probably use her lightning trick to keep her orgasm going as long as she wanted. Which was followed by an orgasm that, given the difference in shadow positions she's noticing, probably lasted for somewhere around half an hour. Even then, she only decided to stop because her suit sent her a contented feeling of fullness. Thankfully, in the aftermath of all of that pleasure she seems to have gotten over that antsy desire for more she was feeling after her first orgasm.

She has the feeling she’s lucky she’s capable of thinking through pleasure like that, or else she might have ended up laying here orgasming for the rest of her life.

And then she remembers her earlier concerns about attracting attention with her lightning sword and feels like slapping herself on the forehead.

What was she thinking making a light show like that somewhere so obviously unsafe? She knows what kinds of things are out here! What if she attracted the attention of a monster of some sort?

She should probably clear out of the area before anything whose attention she got can find her.