Ralin meeps.

"There's two of them now," says Orss, raising her eyes to the sky. "Ain't that a sight."

"It's all right to be shy, dear," says Ekeshi. "Just tell me: would you rather work up to it slowly, jump in all at once, or pretend like none of this ever happened and go back to chatting?"

Mira grabs her knees and wiggles them anxiously, leaning forward, back straight.

"It's not like that, I just didn't have a thing I usually say 'cause it's been a while since I've been around people and didn't have time to put words in places before my mouth moved and what I meant to say was, um: I like that he wants to have sex with me because it's nifty when someone wants something sexual that I can give to them, so like, he can totally jump in all at once if he wants to because that sounds appealing actually?"

Why is she like this. Why must her urge to be precise override everything else to the point of getting in its own way.

"Um, I mean, sure, Ralin. Sex. Lets."

"Two of 'em," Orss mutters, an affectionate smile tugging at her lips.

Ralin, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and blushing, manages to say, "I like tying girls up, do you like to be tied up?"

"I'm... not opposed," Mira mumbles, feeling the heat in her face get worse.

The answer would usually be, yes, but I don't trust you enough to actually do it.

But she, well, Mira can think of at least three ways to use her new powers to escape being tied up, if it comes to that. Also, a lot of the reasons she might need to escape being tied up aren't a concern anymore. She has a sense of all the supernatural abilities of her new body and she just has far fewer things to worry about.

"Where do you want to, um, start?"

Mira is tempted to just tell her bonded slime to shift back into it's 'nothing but a layer of lube' form and spread her legs right in front of all five of them, but she's not going to do it unprompted.

Fidget fidget. "I, um..." fidget, blush. "CanItieyourhandsbehindyourbackandeatyouout?"

(Ekeshi silently gets up and retrieves a heavy round jar from the carriage, then heads for the water with it, presumably to do magic. She smiles at the two of them along the way.)

Mira giggles and scoots forward. "Yeah, alright. Um, right here? Or... elsewhere. I don't mind either way."

She... isn't sure what to ask her slime suit to do. She can't exactly not reveal what it is, when she's pretty sure she literally can't take it off, and will have to have it shapeshift out of the way instead. Probably it isn't wise to ignore this problem, but.

A blushing Ralin darts into the carriage and emerges with a short coil of rope and a rug. The rug looks like it was very pretty once and has seen a lot of use since then, but it's big and thick and soft and reasonably clean and looks very inviting when spread out on a bare patch of sand.

Their only remaining audience member is Orss and she seems to be busy checking over the carriage at the moment, but she offers no objection to the implicit plan where they have sex basically right in front of her.

Mira doesn't want to get in anyone's way, but if anyone wants to be a voyeur at her, that just makes the experience feel hotter, and somewhat counterintuitively, safer.

She hops over to the inviting rug and plops down on her knees on the soft material, giving Ralin a nervous but excited smile.

Ralin grins shyly at her.

As awkward and uncertain as he is about every other aspect of this situation, he's very quick with his hands when it comes to actually tying her up. The rope coils several times around each wrist, snug and secure.

"There," he says, satisfied. "Comfortable?"

Mira squirms a little against the ropes, feeling the bindings that restrain her. A small wave of heated excitement rushes through her at the feeling, anticipatory skin-hunger surging along the areas of her exposed skin that her bound arms can no longer defend. A part of her is disappointed that there isn't more, that her wrists are all that's bound.

"Yeah," Mira reports with a blush.

"Oh good." He ducks his head and smiles, and then, a little hesitantly, puts his hands on Mira's shoulders and runs them down over her chest.

Mira arches into the touch as the sensation crawls through her aroused body, making no attempt to hold in the needy, "Uuhnn," that she breathes out.

Her breast is soft and supple, but the bikini fabric is... oddly thick? And the texture is all wrong for cloth, way too smooth and slick, and the golden fringe around the edges is translucent and squishy in a way nothing made of cloth is. And it doesn't slide. It stays stuck to her breast like its glued there. He can still feel her rock-hard nipple through it, though.

If he isn't too distracted to notice, a magical crest pattern is glowing a very faint pink on the front of Mira's bikini bottoms, almost invisible on the pink not-fabric.

"...is that..." He gets distracted from groping Mira (despite the delightfulness of groping Mira) by a sudden need to examine her suspiciously fleshy bikini. This random traveler they met in the desert can't really have Living Clothes, right? (She totally can.)

Ooh, that is a magical crest pattern! He squints, trying to trace the lines with his eyes, then trying to trace the lines with his fingers when his eyes aren't up to the task, even though his odds of recognizing the pattern even if he could see it clearly are not high.

It isn't a standard pattern, but a lay expert in magical tattoos will probably recognize the crests for Pleasure, Slut, Resonance, and Purity composited together. With Purity currently slightly more visible than the rest. (The other crests are inactive, with nothing having triggered them yet.)

"Is what?" Mira glances down. "Oh, um."

Fuck it. Fuck it entirely.

Mira tries to press the idea of shifting back to 'layer of lube' at her bonded slime. There's a resistance, a reluctance... Oh. She tries a different idea. Less resistance, but...

"Um, can you close your eyes? Just for a second? It's shy."

"Of course!" He covers his eyes with his hands to demonstrate to her clothes that he isn't peeking.

He hears her moan helplessly, then, "Okay."

When he opens his eyes, he'll see that the bikini itself has vanished, leaving Mira's breasts and crotch completely exposed. Instead, her golden anklets have grown considerably, now covering her from ankle to mid-thigh in what might as well be dark green body-paint, with a golden edge where slime transitions to skin. Though her skin is shiny, up her inner thighs and across her mons, where it now appears the crest is glowing faintly on bare but lubricated skin. She's aroused enough that it's impossible to tell what is slime and what is her own wetness.

"So, um, yeah."

"Oh my," says Ralin, blushing. He needs to take a moment, and adjust his trousers a little, but then he remembers what he was doing and can get back to it. What he was doing: groping Mira's breasts! It's a pretty excellent activity.

Mira moans.

Wriggling tendrils of pleasure shoot through her breasts and into the rest of her body, the edges of her vision fuzzing as she rides the sensation and revels in it.

Something's wet, under his hands, too. Something that to normal sight just looks like extra-sparkly clear lubrication, but that to magical sight would be blazing brilliant white. Her nipples are leaking a little with every squeeze.

(Over by the carriage, Orss goes 'huh'. Ralin does not even slightly notice.)

He keeps squeezing, gaining confidence gradually as Mira continues to so obviously enjoy herself. His touch wanders up and down her body, exploring the landscape of her skin with careful attention to both how it feels to touch and what noises she makes as a result.

And, once he has run his hands over her breasts and stomach and thighs and up her hips and the sides of her ribs and reached behind her to softly stroke the curve of her spine, he eventually wanders back around to see what treasure there is to find between her legs.

She likes it when he grips her---erogenous zones are erogenous obviously, but just having the full of his hand(s) firmly on her skin anywhere, she likes a lot. From the brightness of the Purity tattoo, she probably has a groping fetish. (It's not that bright, but it is any bright.)

The moment he starts paying any real attention to her (succulent, pristine, gorgeously formed, pulsatingly aroused, hot and slick, hungry-for-penetration) pussy, she shudders through an orgasm. The Cascade crest flares bright on her mons and she lets out a gasping cry as it forces the orgasm to double on itself, crashing through her a second time, more intense than the first. Her pussy spasms and quivers, visibly convulsing and pulsating as her orgasm stretches out for multiple minutes and her fluids drip onto the rug.

He spends those multiple minutes happily groping her body, there and elsewhere. As it happens, he also likes having his hands on her body even in non-erogenous locations, though the erogenous locations are very nice too and there's a particular kind of enjoyment in stroking and squeezing her sensitive breasts while her untouched pussy continues to helplessly spasm. On the other hand there's definitely also something to be said for sliding his fingers inside so he can feel her clench on them. There's just so many good options here! He's delighted to have the time to try so many of them!

He doesn't eat her out yet, though, because of... Reasons. There's reasons. Probably she won't be done after this one, anyway, and even if she is, he's had a pretty great time with her already.

Is he sure he isn't going to eat her out now? Or even just fuck her?

Because as he's groping her and she's cumming she loses her balance a little (okay, so it's half deliberate, it feels like she should fall over and is cheating at staying upright with her new superpowers) and flops back onto the rug.

Her legs splay wide, showing off her limberness as she curls her pulsating pussy upward to keep her hips from resting directly on her bound hands. It's not entirely an accident, when the fading daylight mixes with the light of the campfire just so and falls across her glistening vulva and swollen folds for maximum possible effect, but it doesn't register consciously that she's tapping into new instincts, new skills. Her only thought is, have more of my pussy, please!

And yes, as her orgasm tapers off, she doesn't appear any less aroused or any less eager for more.

He is very sure he isn't going to eat her out before she's done! And definitely not going to fuck her any sooner than that! Because of the reasons!

When she falls/lies back, he happily takes advantage of the new position to run his hands over more parts of her body, such as her lovely butt, and, okay, it is undeniably tempting to wrap his hands around her hips and bury his face between her legs, but he still waits. Because of the reasons.

He waits, and runs his hands over her some more, and touches her and fingers her some more, and then, once she's definitely tapering off and not just in a slight lull, he keeps his fingers inside her until the spasms slow to a halt...

And then wraps his hands around her hips and buries his face between her legs.

It's been said that he's pretty good with his tongue, but as hair-trigger as she was the first time, this may not end up mattering much. On the other hand, maybe it'll mean that this time is even better.

This time is even better.

As fun as the foreplay was, there is a depth of craving in Mira that he has not yet begun to explore, a deep well of lust that pours out of her with every lick, every thrust. Her moans remain soft, sometimes ripped out of her with a flare of the Pleasure crest when they get too soft, which she's thankful for, because every twitch and wriggle of her body screams for more yes more yes more!

She was 'insatiable' before, but now her new body literally doesn't have a limit on how many orgasm it can have, and there is a vast gulf between cumming a few times and cumming enough.

...there is only so much sex that the unenhanced human body can accomplish at once, but he makes a solid effort to ensure that she is at least somewhere on the road to eventual satisfaction before he changes gears. Actually it's entirely possible he spends way too long heroically trying to satisfy her insatiable lusts with nothing but his mouth and hands, and should have given up several minutes earlier.

But regardless, he does eventually move on from eating her out to fucking her, lying on the rug and pulling her on top of him with his clothes haphazardly tugged out of the way.