Rain patters against the windows as you build a fortress of blankets and pillows on the couch. She’s naked, her Super Saiyan golden hair falling over your chest like liquid sunlight, hips and thighs cocooning you in a living pillow.

She purrs softly, voice dripping with affection and pride. “Why go outside when I can be wrapped all over you right here?”

Her tail curls around your leg, warm and heavy, as she presses her body even closer, pulling your face down into the softness of her chest. Every breath feels like a promise.

“My human,” she whispers. “So soft… so mine.”

You hold her tighter, knowing this moment is pure magic.