You pick her--and both your clothes--up and fly all the way back to the Woburgins' ship. They're busy eating lollipop trees.
You and Blackfire go inside to your bedroom. You place her on the bed, and she lies back. Sexy time initiates right there, with you standing over her, her legs wrapped around your waist. You go for minutes, enjoying every second.
"Saffire," Blackfire moans, "in my mouth~!"
You do as she wishes, climbing on top of her. Her soft lips and tongue wrap it so tightly, you nearly fall over from the pleasure. It spills out, and she swallows up every drop.
Then, you lift her up and carry her to the bathroom. You make a nice warm bath full of bubbles, and the two of you get inside.
As you clean each other off, you and Blackfire have more 'fun', her body practically enveloping yours. This time, you go inside, her legs squeezing you like a tube of toothpaste.
After your bath, the two of you retire to your bedroom, and have a nice long sleep.
Who knows how many hours later, you wake up. The ship isn't moving, so you're pretty sure you are still on Sweetzor. You turn to see that Blackfire isn't there.
You sit up, and even look under the covers. Nope, just you.
"Blackfire?" you call out.
"In the kitchen!" she calls back.
You rush to her, to make sure she is ok. She is simply holding a pan with a big slab of meat on it, heating it with her starbolts.
Before you can ask about the meat, Blackfire puts it on a plate and hands it to you.
"We're on Carnis, now," she explains. "The Woburgins flew there while we slept, since it wasn't too far.
You eat the meat, and it is delicious! So savory and juicy...
Blackfire takes a bite of her own slab of meat, and the two of you head outside to eat.
Carnis is red, like meat. The ground squishes when you step on it, like meat. And the sky is a soft orange-yellow, not like meat. Thw Woburgins are chowing down on little meat nuggets by the handful, gnashing and chewing loudly.
You take another bite of your big slab and consider what you are going to say.
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