Rolling her hips in conjunction with Chloe's thrusts, the supernatural adaptation helps Sethi accept the girth and size of Chloe's member again, then deeper again, and the rogue's toes curl as she emits a long low groan of satisfaction.<br/><br/>She cups and squeezes Chloe's buttock when the depth becomes too much for her to be conscious of her reaction, when the sorceress' hip bones meet her pelvis and, in spite of the amazement at the anatomical changes, she is overcome only by the sensation of being filled completely.  She arches her back and slowly relaxes again, and when she can again see clearly she recognizes a glimpse of pain on Chloe's face-- of course, she's being too needy, she's rushing the sorceress' thrusts, but Chloe's masking that pain from her and letting her have only the bliss and physical satisfaction of every crevice of her sex being filled, then stroked, by Chloe's slick girth.<br/><br/>She releases her grip on Chloe's hip and grips the pillow behind her head, pivoting her hips and their junction to allow the sorceress control.   She won't rush her, she'll only accept her-- she's a vessel for now, her legs wide and folded at the knee to entwine their bodies. But there's something else she can offer; something mostly alien to her and, perhaps until now, for Chloe as well.  She can feel Chloe's secondary phallus-- its foreskin rubbing over a head big enough to close in a fist-- gliding along the cleft of her ass.  Where her body naturally over-lubricated before the introduction of Chloe's arcane and primal ingredients, she now drips a clear fluid that glistens below her sex and trickles across the modest, puckered opening of her ass.<br/><br/>Were she able to speak coherently, she would have encouraged Chloe to continue, to lose herself to that pleasure, and to explore her as she will.  Somehow, she's sure Chloe knows this already, though she can only steady herself and roll her hips in response, her own panting and mewling breaths spilling along Chloe's neck and cheek.