"These? Can you show me? I haven't gotten a very good look, really. Try leaning a bit more back."

She giggles, then pivots sideways onto the couch facing him and lies down and lounges aaaaall the way back, legs wide.

"Can you see now?"

"Yes, yes. They look fantastic... and so do you..." he just stares in silence. He moves his mouth to kiss Bysellia between her legs.

Oh? Not what she expected, but she shifts slightly to indicate willingness. (Her eyes change to a heart-shape.)

"I'm glad. May I massage your back?"

The man jumps in shock at seeing Bysellia's eyes change that way, but he proceeds to kiss her anyway, slightly rubbing his head between her legs. He kisses her multiple times, before deciding to turn around and start enjoying a massage from Bysellia. "I bet you're going to do something magical here, aren't you?"

"That change means I want to be touched down there. And... Yes."

She calls up the right sequence of nodes inside her, expressing the sex magic as a very gentle... Warmth, spreading from her hands. A tingling, pleasant sensation pulsing in time with her firm massage, working over his muscles to relax him as much as possible. Her tentacles help with the massage, too, applying firm slick pressure in thick bands while her hands work on individual spots.

The sex magic leaves his skin slightly more sensitive with each pass, and when she leans down and plants slow kisses on the back of his neck and his shoulders (and let her body press into his) it tingles with the lingering warmth of the direct pleasure-causing variant. She slowly increases the power as the massage continues.

He just closes his eyes and starts getting blissed out, before suddenly interrupting Bysellia. "I'm sorry, but would you mind letting me use your mouth to ease some pressure? I've had plenty of pineapple juice." He deftly pulls down his sweatpants, revealing his gradually hardening dick. "Surprise me, please. Just, well. Don't give up your comfort for my pleasure. I just don't want you to be flinching back or, you know, rejecting me, I really hate that feeling of when I know they feel like they're having to defend themselves from an intruder."

She repositions, starts gently rubbing her fingers and palm over him, pauses in consideration, and says- "I know it is hard to know just because someone says so but I don't mind. I will tell you if that changes! It can feel bad to hurt people."

Still gently stroking his dick so it grows harder, she takes out her mouth guard and smiles. "I don't actually need this. I just like what it signals."

She kneels in front of him and gently pushes his legs apart, hands massaging his thighs and seeping more pleasurable magic. She kisses the tip gently, then starts suckling on it, swirling the tip of her tongue in circles around his head or in little licking motions along the underside. She looks up at him, heart-shaped irises conveying amusement and enjoyment. It's really nice to have something pressing against her lips and tongue, she tries to convey solely through a look.

And then all at once, she starts bobbing her head down, deep into her throat and back out in slow, steady motions. She doesn't gag or flinch. If anything she moans in pleasure, her hands on his thighs gripping a bit tighter. Coming with the blowjob are steady pulses of warm pleasure, even more than would ordinarily come from the sensation, pulsing every time she pushes in or out and leaving his entire hip region feeling pleasantly warm.

He instinctively puts his hands behind Bysellia's head, curious to see how well-composed and relaxed she's able to feel with him jerking her head around. He finds her level of comfort with him in her mouth so, so incredibly hot, and it doesn't take long before he finds release and floods Bysellia's mouth and throat.

She's not even surprised when his hands come up. She has eyes. She tries to take his hands as guidance on how to vary her speed, pressure, location...

And when he's done, she swallows, eyes closed, and holds still for a few moments, before gently pulling away.

"Was it good~? Want me to dry you off?"

He's absolutely stunned by how casual Bysellia remains throughout. His hands generally force him deep into her, constantly brushing against her tongue and throat.

"Well, yes, I'd prefer that. I love that feeling of things being more... hygienic." He starts walking towards the bathroom of the expansive apartment, slowly getting up from the couch and stretching right after getting up, spreading his arms well above his head.

Her touch lingers, hands on his legs, drawing away as he stands and Bysellia gets out of the way.

The mutations that let her feel equal pleasure from almost any way she could have sex are so great. Real improvement to quality of life. She's lucky to have them.

She stands and- reminds herself again to stay open, not subby-demure, eventually it'll become habit, come on-

"Well, I can use a towel or I can use magic. Which I have. I also kind of want to hear a bit more about robots if you don't mind? I've never heard of them before."

"... I want to see the magic. But I also want to see what you're like in the bath."

"Robots do many, many things! In everyday life, you'd most likely see them making clothes or transporting things for people, especially food. They need to both have the right kind of way of moving forward, like wheels or tracks. And also the right sensors to be able to know where to go. Most of my work is on the sensor half; better sensors mean that robots can be used in more places because they don't get distracted or confused by crowds of people, to give you one example."

There's a quite strange amount of glass in the apartment; in particular, the bathroom, showing up around a corner next to the main room, has a wall made out of glass, in front of one of the glass walls enveloping the building. The man quickly slides a bead placed against a the green wall next to the bathroom, and all the windows of the neighbouring skyscraper turn black, while still letting the two of them have a view of a beautiful, grassy walkway connecting the two skyscrapers, maybe 5 or so stories below the apartment they're in.

"You can control other people's houses???"

Well, he seems to be important. A lord-y type. A rich wizard, at any rate.

"...No, no, it makes sense. And I can be however you like in the bath- I don't know what you like yet, mostly!"

"So robots are not very smart? And you're giving them better eyes and ears?"

She is imagining a mad fleshcrafter in his lab, grafting dozens of extra eyes onto a cow. She giggles. But if they can make things... Well, cows make milk, and cowgirls haven't completely supplanted them yet...

"Oh, anyway, magic." She incants the three syllables to wither water, and dries both of them off, vanishing the moisture completely. It takes a bit of fine control to not do any harm in the process, but bodies naturally resist foreign magic a little bit, so it's not too hard. "Tada! I have water magic, don't-know-word magic, and touching magic. I also have some powers. I was sent here from another universe," she gets to use the new word she learned and this is great, "to explore."

He didn't really believe in Bysellia's magic powers, and is too stunned to speak, as he opens the transparent sliding door into the bathroom. He slowly and teasingly takes off all his clothes, bending over at the waist in front of Bysellia, before gently hiding them away in a laundry basket with a lid that he closes. "It sounds silly, but could you pose and show me all your different layers of clothes? I'm curious about how they make you look." He sits on top of an absolutely huge tub built into the floor, keeping his legs wide open and his pose relaxed, naturally moving Bysellia's eyes towards his crotch.

Oh, she can totally do that. She's never been much into fashion but she really likes how this bra frames her breasts, see the flower patterns? (She leans forward and squeezes them with her arms.) The thin, gauzy layers are nice too, this flap here shows bare skin when she twists- And she bends over at the waist facing away from him, like he did, to show off how the lovely skirt can be displaced at a whim. 

And she'll keep up this game for a bit, various sexy poses as the skirt and then the rest of her clothes go away, smiling and enjoying the odd familiarity of a strip tease when she's already mostly naked. While also enjoying the view herself.

The whole situation is... Nostalgic. She's titillating and serving a rich patron. And she feels far more in control, far safer now, feeling like she has the Maid's hand on the back of her neck, and without a slave collar. She's bold and sexy, and she has the power of desire. Much more like the village, even if it reminds her of the manor. It's an entirely different experience.

It's nice. She starts touching herself idly once most of her clothes are gone into the hopper, not really thinking about it.

He lunges at Bysellia, ever so slightly rubbing against her lower lips, as he enjoys rubbing himself all over her with his body, starting to tease her and inch his way in. Before coming back to his senses and rapidly flooding the tub with warm water, as steam starts to fill the cavernous room. The huge glass window, visible through the glass wall of the bathroom, gives them a view of neighboring buildings and the park-like walkway between them. It almost feels like being out in the open, surrounded by buildings and with a vantage point looking down on beautiful, green grass.

She is a little startled, but tries to shift and respond. And then he - stops?

"It's good to know I'm so pretty. I guess you want more relaxing first?"

She settles into the tub. One tentacle draping over his shoulders gently, and her foot brushing against his.

It's pretty. A richer sort of pretty.

"...This is nice. Hot bath with a view."

"Yeah, the view is just... beyond spectacular." He, in the typical thomassian fashion, takes up all the space he can in the tub, lounging in silence and enjoying the pleasure of the warmth from the water and steam.

Then he decides to make his way over to Bysellia, his erection hard as ever, quietly pushing against her entrance. "Can you please hug me as tightly as possible? Hug me everywhere, I mean."

"I will." She leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "But first I should be clear about two things. I have... Done a medicine that makes... Small people not happen. For... I think about fifty days from now. Also, I used touching magic a very little bit earlier, you might have noticed- I decided that was rude, even if you said surprise me. I should have explained. May I use it again? Also, is there not a word for putting that in me, or is it just rude to say?"

"I didn't notice the magic, no. It was imperceptible, and didn't hurt anyone. So it's fine, even though it's still rude. I think... you should prove that magic is real, first. And tell someone you might surprise them with magic. Don't surprise me, this time. Use magic again!"

"And what's with your weird choice of words? Putting that in you is called sex, you seem like you know every other word! And done a medicine... yeah, contraception is considered the default here, no need to tell me. Unless you usually don't?"

"I only know words I've heard people say. Or that I've read. And I just got here. I'm trying a lot to know them all... It's a power."

She pulls away slightly, sitting up. "Contraception is the default where I'm from, but not enough so you don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry about the magic. I was just excited to surprise you. We should talk more about what we want and expect. Do you want me to use magic to prove magic exists, or use magic for sex, or both?"

"You've used magic cleaning off to show me magic exists, that's plenty of proof for me. I want you to, pleasantly, if we're talking more about what we want and expect, to surprise me. And I think that surprising me through using magic for sex would be part of surprising me how I'm wanting to be surprised."

"Okay. I'll surprise you in a pleasant way. Thank you for listening. You can touch me in most ways as long as it's not very ouch. Don't put anything all around my neck, even hands, unless we talk about it more."

And then~ She chants the syllables to channel sex magic again, and makes herself produce far more lubrication, enough to overcome the fact that water is counterintuitively not a very good lube.

She hugs him tightly with her arms and legs and tentacles, and kisses him, grinding her hips against his tip for a moment, then finding the right angle and enveloping him with a sigh. She starts channeling harder, leaking pure pleasurable mana through every bit of skin contact.

Not enough to overwhelm and cause instant orgasms. But enough to make it very, very pleasant.

He starts twitching, and moaning, as Bysellia gradually pushes herself onto him, letting him build up anticipation for what's to come, if this is just the foreplay.