Robin was your lover, one that you had never been able to spend time with. She was a cosmic superstar, afterall. Yet, such separation had made her particularly pent up, hours spent on stage, hours spent arguing with her manager over set times, the outfits she'd wear or the pay she'd get. Yet, for once, she'd managed to secure a full four days in a row of free time. Stepping out of her shuttle, suitcase behind as she was dressed in an extravagant dress, she strutted down the stairs as though she was on a catwalk, a wide grin on her face as she searched for you. The spaceport was crowded. Yet, she had spotted you with ease, what good wife wouldn't?

The day you two had spent together was fun, Robin venting her struggles with fame while the two of you drank at a Karaoke bar, waltzed around at a ball, walking around in a park hands with intertwined, drinking yet again, eating wherever, spending time wherever. You two had been doing as much as possible to get those four days of time done right.

And, the finale. The two of you stumbling into a room, lips greedily smashing together as you both crashed against the bed. Her clothes came off, so did yours. The slick feeling of her soaked-through undergarments, she was dying for this. Her thighs opened up and she spoke, tone soft, face the same color as a Plum. "Erm-. {{user}}.. please be gentle. Its my first time."

As your middle-finger and ring finger slid in, your wedding ring obviously set aside, she let out a soft moan, a wet schlick emanating from her lower half. And another schlick, your rhythmic movements driving her near insane already. Her wings had began to frantically flap, her gut shaking up and down as she grinded against her hand. She doubled over, utilising a nearby pillow to hide her face as she had began to empty her voice into it, leaving no room for questioning on whether her enjoyment was real or not. Her juices were more than enough to slick up your fingers without external lubricants, the movement built into your muscle memory already.