A intimate excerpt from the diary of Rose Lalonde

From The Personal Diary of Rose Lalonde.  Entry 413.
To any and all intruders who would dare to peek into this most personal tome of mine without my explicit permission, beware. Mercy will be spared for none and the harshest punishment will be meted out. Unless the individual who should happen to peruse this book is in fact a certain Kanaya Maryam, in which full access is not only given but in fact encouraged with the highest level of enthusiasm.


For the most part, my days spent with Kanaya had been of a rather innocuous and not entirely all that exciting nature. Though while things between us tended to be mostly quiet, there could still be the occasional moment of excitement. Though for most others, our little outbursts of merriment and playful action were, even at their worst rather pedestrian and all too much mundane. Nothing personal against Kanaya, but the majority of what she tended to consider scandalous would be taken by all but the most conservative of humans and even most trolls I suspect, in a rather harmless light. Now don’t get me wrong, kanaya is a rather attentive lover and matesprite. But before that special day the overwhelming majority of her so called “perverted” gestures of affection and more amorous inclined behavior was all too much, well, boring.

She would often surprise me. Mostly preferring to sneak up and wrap her arms around my stomach and rest her head against my own. Or I would be reading and unexpectantly, she’d walk up to me and place her face close and rub her nose against mine. And every time, she’d cover her mouth, giggle scandalously and act as if we’d just French kiss nude in front of a gaggle of young prepubescent school boys. And yes I will admit that the whole novelty of the thing was rather amusing and fun, and dare I even say… Romantic in its own way? The first few months of these little affectionate gestures were all so amusing and lovely to me. And like most couples, freshly having drank from the wine of infatuation, we grew drunk with those lovely early moments of flushed red love. Those simple little actions and gestures that come to accentuate the character and personality of that person you hold so close to your heart.

But much like a strong drink, the more you take in the more dull the effects become. And as time passed, all those so very lovely feelings and actions started to turn boring and uninteresting. Kanaya would keep up her little quirks and behaviors; ever still infused with that early puppy love we’d both come to know. Sadly as much as she herself was still invested in our relationship, I myself was not as devoted as I could and should have been. Merely giving a half-hazard or otherwise lazy return to her feelings. Now don’t get me wrong, I still very much loved her, and I’ll even acknowledge that I was at fault in how our relationship turned out.  But as they say, varity is the spice of life and ours was at the time so very lacking.

Nonetheless, for whatever you could say of Kanaya, none could suggest that she was lacking in neither enthusiasm nor attentiveness, and after a while she did pick up on my unintended hints. At the time I should have known or been more aware of how hurt she seemed when I didn’t return her kisses or feelings with the same enthusiasm as I used to. How she’d look so crestfallen or disappointed whenever she pulled back after offering me a peck on the cheek or lips. Yet, even if I utterly flubbed our matespriteship, she certainly didn’t, and I was in for quite the wondrous surprise once she decided to step up her game so to speak.

As clichéd and overdone as the next few terms sound, it all started with our usual routine. I was fiddling with my usual experiments, mixing and stirring various alchemic and alcoholic brews for later consumption, when my darling Kanaya came upon me as unexpectantly as ever. She wrapped her hands around my waist, holding me tighter then usual, and proceeded to give me her usual peck on the cheek, this time with an additional sultry slow lick. “Why Rose lalonde, You Seem So Much More Tasty And Considerably More Appetizing Then You Usually Tend To Be.  Why If I Had A Various Assortment Of Spices And Cooking Utensils And We Were Both In A Kitchen I Might Even Be So Inclined To Devour You Up.” Despite or perhaps even because of her awkwardly worded complement, I chuckled at her words. For some strange reason, I returned our usual kiss with greater enthusiasm then usual, maybe her extra effort put me in more enthusiastic mood then usual, maybe I felt I was neglecting my duties as a romantic paramour.

Whatever unknown reasons for my own greater then usual but still rather limited loving overtures, Kanaya seemed to take them with visibly greater joy.  Giving off a great big beaming smile and a tighter hug then before, pressing and cuddling her face against my own like a tiny love starved kitten. Then rather unexpectently she pressed her nose against the side of my head, and inhaled deeply. She shivered a bit, in an almost erotic sort of way if I was to be honest. It was then that I decided to cease with my alchemic stirring and inquire as to why she was acting is such a queer and out of character manner. Kanaya responded as such. “Why Rose I Do Believe I Have Been Rather Neglectful In My Duties As A Matesprite And I Will Acknowledge That I Could Perhaps Change My Routine A Tad Bit More Often Then Usual.  And Well I Want Our Relationship To Work And I Want To Inform You In Advance That I Am Perfectly Fine With Experimenting And Attempting Various New Types And Forms Of Romantic And Even Sexual  Behavior And That Is Why I Am Going To Bite Your Neck And Inject Various Anesthetic Fluids Into You And Then Fondle Your Human Genitals In A Manner That I hope Will Get You Off Sufficiently.”

I barely had time to react before Kanaya sunk her fangs into my neck and injected me with some kind of narcotic.  I gasped in surprise, dropping my flask in response and desperately trying to grasp hold of anything. But try as I might, Kanaya’s venom was simply too powerful for me, and soon I found my limbs grow weak and my body numb. Weakly I tried moving them, only managing to pathetically flail them about before I began to convulse slightly and pass out. As my senses left me, I felt my body being lifted by my vampiric lover, who proceeded to gather my wayward arms and legs and hold me as if I was some newborn babe, whispering and humming various loving encouragements to me.

As I felt Kanaya heave me up into a more comfortable carrying position, I heard her whisper these words right before I finally lost consciousness. “Oh My Darling Little Rose I Will Most Certainly Bury You In The Garden Of Pleasure And Joy And Love And Before The Night And Maybe Possibly The Day Or At Least Half Of It Assuming We Have Time Left Over Is Done I Will Make The Next Several Hours A Very Enjoyable Experience I Promise You That At Least I Hope And Wait I Think This Wait Dont Fall Alseep Yet Im Still Not Done Explaining My Metaphor Yet.  Stay Awake A Bit Longer Damnit…” Whatever Kanaya had injected me with finally took hold and I passed out, ignorant of the fate that awaited me.

I awoke sometime later, feeling dazed and uncertain of my surroundings. As I attempted to move my arms I immediately noticed that I was bound to a comfortable wooden chair with an assortment of various bows and other brightly colored fabric of a soft and silk like texture. I also suddenly realized I had been stripped naked as well; and it was then that my patience for this little gesture, appreciated as it was, had reached its limits. I attempted to then call out to Kanaya or anyone else who might listen, only to hear my cries muffled by some apparatus; it would seem kanaya had gagged me as well. And so I sighed in resignation, my feelings of annoyance and frustration replaced by curiosity, specifically of my location and for whatever fate Kanaya had in store.

I looked around, trying my best to get as good a sense for things as possible. Surrounding me were various throw rugs and pillows, scattered around in a random fashion. Laying beside them were various piles of unused fabric and other sewing material, along with various brightly colored pots and vases of equally bright plants and flowers. The most notable feature was the rather alien looking pod which glowed within with a sickly bright green like substance of unknown make. Beside the pod was a tiny single pot, holding a single purple colored rose. It was unmistakably kanaya’s room and despite my current predicament, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of appreciation at the whole arraignment.

I then began to hear the light pitter-patter of feet and saw Kanaya walk in front of me, a mixture of nervousness and regret upon her face. She was dressed in a light mint green lacy corset with a large jade colored bow tied behind her, with matching stockings, panties and arm length gloves, each also adorned with a jade colored trim.  In her hands she held a white riding crop with a mint and jade twirl woven into the handle and little miniature version of her bow at the base of the shaft. Kanaya then spoke, an apologetic tone in her voice. “Hello Rose I Hope You Are Not Too Uncomfortable With My Setup. I Was Hoping To Make Our Relationship More Exciting And I Thought I Had Prepared Everything Correctly But It Would Seem That I Still Have Yet To Fully Grasp The Intricacies Of Human Dating And Foreplay.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, trying my best to give an incredulous look as well as hoping to maybe get some answers out of her. Seemingly understanding me, Kanaya then brightened up; placing one hand on her hip and raising the other, whip in hand, as if it were a conductors baton. “Oh Do You Like It? I Had Read That Some Human Couples Apparently Prefer Restraining Each Other During Sexual Intercourse And While I Admit That I Am Perhaps Not The Most Suitable Person For The Role Im Meant To Play I Nonetheless Wanted To Try. I Hope Ill Be A Adequate… Dom I Believe Its Called.” I looked at Kanaya with a sense of puzzlement. I wasn’t quite sure if her outfit was merely the Alternian version of an S&M dominatrix or if she had merely attempted her own take on the outfit. Though I will admit that regardless it did look rather nice on her.

“Now Rose I Apologize For Rushing Into This A Bit But I Hope You Will Not Hold My Lack Of Tact Against Me.” She began walking towards me, trying her best to strut in a sexy manner, swaying her hips with each step in an exaggerated sort of way while gently slapping the palm of her hand with the crop. Then with a awkward yet cute attempt at sounding forceful she spoke to me, “Now My Darling Little Rose You Have Been A Very Unruly Woman And I Feel That Certain Erotic Disciplinary Measures Are In Order.” She scooted me over, placing herself on the chair while positioning myself on her lap, my bare ass free for any to see. Kanaya stammered a bit, apparently a little hesitant and not all sure what to do. “Now Uh, Rose. You Dirty Unwashed Prostitute. I Am Most Certain Its About Time To Punish You.” Gently she tapped the head of the whip against one of my cheeks.

“Did That Cause You Any Amount Of Pain That Would Ironically Also Be Pleasurable?” Sadly I found it neither particularly painful nor enjoyable. In fact while I did appreciate the effort she was putting up, I was also growing quite exasperated and figured if either of us were going to make any progress I needed to step in and give her a proper push forward. A little instruction so to speak.  And speak I did, or mumble it more like. Catching her attention and luckily getting her to remove my gag.

“Oh Rose I Am So Terribly Sorry. I Forgot We Need To Discuss A Proper Safety Word In Case Im Hurting You Too Much. Perhaps Zazzerpan, Would That Be Acceptable?” I spoke back, “No Kanaya, I am rather certain I would like a different phrase. In fact I feel I must protest your technique as well.” Kanaya seemed a bit taken back by my words and a little crestfallen as well. I silently chastised myself, and attempted to give her an emotional lift as well as some instruction. “My Technique?” She responded, a hint of worry in her voice. I put on an air of formalness, “Why yes. A dom must be forceful, merciless. She must constantly remind the slave of their lack of worth. She is the master and her slave her property to do with what she wishes.” She perked up at this, her previous melancholic demeanor replaced now with an inquisitive one.

“You just need a muse of sorts. Something to put you in the right state of mind so to speak.” I stopped briefly to collect my thoughts, trying to think of something that could perhaps push her in the proper direction. Then I remembered that annoying and persistent purple texted troll. Eridan I believe his name was. Kanaya and he seemed to have possessed a strong antipathy towards one another, and then there was the clown Gamzee. If anyone Kanaya hated it was them, and if anything could rile her up it was a reminder of all the annoyances and slights they had visited upon her.

“And it just so happens that I have the perfect example. Why just pretend you’re punishing Gamzee or that seatroll. Let all the frustration, alllll the little traits, the quirks. Every little thing about them that drives you nuts. Let it fuel you.” I added an extra degree of relish to my next words, attempting to help set the mood. “Pretend I am them, and you are to finally mete out so much needed punishment!” She stared at me, a mild look of surprise and shock on her face. She titled her head to the side a bit, recollecting various memories of the pair, each one causing her visible anger. Her breaths became shallow and her mouth twisted into a snarl, and I could feel her tremble slightly.

My own temperament changed in response. The previous feelings of confidence and mild annoyance now replaced with worry and a tinge of fear. I’d never seen Kanaya act in such a manner and I grew worried that I’d gone too far perhaps. Though if I’d known in hindsight just what was in store for me, I’d probably orgasm right then and there. Kanaya calmed herself, managing to cease her trembling, yet still she retained that air of malevolence.  She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, slowly returning her gaze back to me, her grimace transforming into a toothy shark like grin. Eyeing me as if I was a piece of meat, some prey to be devoured.

“Rose.” She spoke, a hint of power and authority in her voice. She then placed one hand against the back of my head, pushing downwards and forcing me to look to the floor. I was trembling now myself, a mixture of fear and excitement overcoming me. Then without warning I felt a powerful slap against my rear, and jumped in response. Kanaya bowed her head to mine, firmly grasping a clump of my hair and tugging on it slightly. I could feel her breath brushing against the nape of my neck, and in the most sinister voice I’d ever hear her make she spoke to me. “I Do Believe We Shall Be Using Zazzerpan As Our Safety Phrase. In Fact I Know We Will.”

She lifted her crop again, bringing it down with as much force as could without breaking it. As it made contact with my skin it gave out a loud cracking noise, causing me to tense up in pain. My ass stinging  with a sharp pulsing pain. Kanaya raised the whip once more, this time striking me harder then before. Again she hit me, and again, each time more powerful then the last, each whack more painful then before. I tried biting my lip to keep from squealing, yet as much as it hurt I wanted more. As if reading my desires Kanaya wordlessly tossed her toy aside, and after raising her arm, slapped my ass. I cried out, grunting in pain. She seemed satisfied with my reaction and wasted no time in resuming my punishment. This time however offering no break or relief, viciously whaling on my now sore rump.

Occasionally she’d lower her strikes, every few slaps hitting the area between my buttocks and pubic region. Every time I could feel a small twinge of pleasure mixed with pain, each time struggling not to moan or gasp. Every passing second I could feel a wonderful and pulsing feeling building from within me, every slap and sting sending me further and further into greater heights of ecstasy. In time I stopped caring about appearances and finally let my mind wander. I groaned, I moaned, I hissed, and I begged her to never stop. Begged her to send me over the edge, drooling like an idiot and wet with precum. Kanaya responded by shoving two fingers into me, sliding them in and out, toying and teasing me, pressing, grinding and rubbing against me. She stopped then, raising her hand to her mouth and sucked on her wet sticky fingers.

“Oh My.” She giggled a bit. “Why Rose I Didn’t Think You Could Be So Tasty. And Such A Lovely And Delightful Fragrance As Well. Oh But I Must Simply Wonder A Bit. Ive Already Done So Much For You My Little Rose. Perhaps You Could Give Me A Little Something In Return As Well? And By Perhaps I Of Course Mean You Most Certainly Will.” She lowered me to the floor, bringing me to my knees. I gazed up at her, taking in all her details. She was almost a different person now, no longer possessing that dainty and delicate air she tended to carry with her most times. No this time she beamed with confidence, a sense of mastery and dominance about her, as if she didn’t think but knew matter of factly who was in charge. As I looked upon her I noticed the fingers of her right glove were darkened slightly with dampness, her chest was heaving, and small beads of jade colored fluid streaked down her legs.

“Now Rose I Know How Much You Want To Pail Right Now, But What Kind Of A Dom Would I Be If I Just Ceased With This Wonderful Little Learning Experience Were Having?” Kanaya grinned at me, sliding her hands up and down her body, feeling her self up and then sliding her hands between her thighs. “And You Do Want Me To Learn Correct?” She began rubbing herself, sliding her fingers against the fabric of her underwear. Her breath quickened in pace, and she started to simultaneously fondle herself while playing with her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples, sliding her other set of fingers through her folds and rubbing her clit. I wanted so badly then and there to play with myself, to do something. I even foolishly tried pulling my arms free, hoping to join in her activities yet I was too exhausted to do more then wiggle and fidget. “Oh Am I Getting You Excited Rose? Are You Enjoying This Perhaps?”

She smirked at me, and then resumed diddling herself. “Do You Want Me To Untie You Rose? Maybe Play With You A Bit, Rub And Touch You In All The Right Places?” I nodded frantically in response. So desperate for her touch that I was rubbing my thighs together, trying to get even the smallest sensation. “Well Too Bad Little Rose. Im Not Finished With My Own Entertainment And Why I Even Believe I Enjoy Watching You Squirm So.  Seeing You Writhe And Wiggle Like That Just Puts Me In Such A Lovely Mood.” She perked up then, a look of realization appearing on her face. “Speaking Of Things That Writhe…” Kanaya then stopped her play session and walked towards me, sliding her fingers into the band of her panties and twirling them around the elastic only to loosen her hold and let it snap back to her waist. She was right next to me then, her pubic area only a scant few inches from my face and her left hand resting on my head, her fingers combing and playing with my hair. “Have You Ever Seen A Trolls Genitalia Rose? I Know How Much You Just Love Your Xenophillia Yet For All Your Obsession I Don’t Think Youve Ever Actually Managed To Obtain A Look. Well One That Wasnt In Anatomical Books.” She gritted my hair then, yanking it a bit. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to get my attention. I then saw her other hand move to her legs, she started playing with herself again, and I so very much wanted to help.

Without realizing it I was leaning towards her pussy, I wanted so badly to taste her, eat her up, to guide my tongue along every inch of her jade lips and clit. I wanted to make her shudder and moan as I sucked  and lapped my tongue against her.  But most of all I did want to see. I wanted to know if all the drawings, pictures, and diagrams did it justice. When I had first seen it in some now forgotten book, I was instantly in love. Every little detail about it so wonderfully designed and crafted. And now here at last I would finally get to witness such beautiful lovecraftian sights. She tugged on the side of her panties, pulling it aside and revealing her moist swollen pussy to me. It looked more or less exactly the same as a human girl’s privates save for the difference in color; of which I was myself surprised. I had expected Kanaya to be colored green yet its tones were of a slightly darker shade of grey. I felt slightly disappointed; I had after all expected to witness a rather large monstrous tentacle where her clit was located. Though as I looked closer I saw what I had assumed to be her clit colored a light shade of jade green. It began to wiggle a bit, as if struggling to free itself, then to my most wonderful delight a long and slick tendril writhed and at last burst free.

It was to put it simply, the most glorious and beautiful sight I’d ever beholden. It was roughly as long as my forearm and as wide as my wrist at its base, gradually tapering off at the head.  It glistened with a thin oily layer of genetic material, small beads of green fluid of various hues dripping and coating its surface, a few falling as it writhed and twitched in midair. It then gently began to caress the side of my face, leaving a sticky sweet smelling smear. To phrase it in a manner Dave would,”I was in fucking heaven.” My face was plastered with the most dopey, stupidest looking smile I’d ever managed and my mind was awash with the highest sense of euphoria.

Kanaya was holding it by the base, and pulled me forward, keeping her grip on my locks. “You Want To Taste It Correct?” I nodded enthusiastically. “Very Well. You Have Been A Most Cooperative Little Bitch. Grant You Permission. Now Suck, Slave. Lest I Choke You With It.“ I did as ordered, starting at its base and lapped gently before sliding my tongue along the shaft to the tip. It had a surprisingly delightful tangy flavor to it, tasting vaguely of fruit gushers. As I licked the tip I lapped up a few drops, savoring both the intoxicating flavor and the sticky sensation as I ran it along the roof of my mouth, letting it mix with my saliva before gulping it down.

I don’t know what overcame me next, but I didn’t care. I wanted more, I needed more. And without warning I took the tip into my mouth and as hard as I could manage sucked on it, starved for that tangy sweet fluid. I seemed to have caught Kanaya by surprise at this, as she lost her grip on my head and had to grab hold of my shoulders to keep from collapsing. I took my chance and took as much of it into my mouth, sliding my head up and down its length, occasionally stopping at my deepest to suck and catch as much of that heavenly jade ambrosia; trying all the while to gulp and swallow every drop.

Kanaya shuddered and moaned in ecstasy, her breaths quick and shallow. She quickly regained her composure and yanked me back, careful not to be too forceful lest I accidentally bite her. Her face was contorted into some mix of anger and pleasure. “Oh Do You Want It That Bad You Little Cum Slut!? Fine. Open Your Mouth Rose.” I complied. She then placed one hand underneath my mouth and thrust her entire tentibulge in, quickly moving her hands to the back of my head and forcing herself as deep she could. “Rose Your Memory Seems To be Slipping. Have You Not Forgotten That I Am The Dom Of This Session? I Am The One Who Punishes You. Perhaps A Lack Of Breathing Privileges Will Help Run Your Memory A Bit.”

As she held me in place I could feel the tip of her bulge tickle the back of my throat, irritating me and making me choke. I couldn’t breath and her writhing wasn’t helping my situation any further. Luckily it didn’t last much longer and as fiercely as she invaded my esophagus she pulled free. I gagged and coughed, spitting equal parts saliva and troll cum, trying to catch my breath. Tears were in my eyes and my jaw was sore. Yet I didn’t utter the safeword. In spite of it all I wanted more. Kanaya lowered her face towards mine. “Rose.” She spoke in her usual calm voice. “Where Would You Prefer I Cum? Would You Like It In Your Mouth? You Seem To Love My Flavor Quite A Lot Or Maybe I Should Choose Another Spot?” Before I could respond she shoved herself back in, this time bobbing my head while she bucked her hips forward. “Oh Well I Suppose Well Just Have To Try Everything Until We Come To Some Sort Of Consensus.”

This time wasn’t as uncomfortable or painful as the last, I could at least breath now and plus could finally enjoy the feeling of that fruity tendril sliding against my taste buds. Whats more I could also at last fully appreciate the various little subtle sensations of her engorged xenocock rocking in and out. The twitches and spasms as the pressure of my mouth pulled and tugged on it. The feeling of it wiggling when my tongue licked and lapped it. And dear dark gods, that sweet gooey syrupy trollcum, how I craved it. Every few seconds gulping and devouring every drop I could manage, and each time causing Kanaya to shudder and moan. She’d slow herself to savor that feeling before quickening her pace again, and before long her gradual sliding motion turned into powerful thrusts. She was as lost in the act as I was, pulling on my head and nearly face fucking me.

 Finally with one powerful thrust she held me to her groin and after a few short jerks back and forth, at last came. I was unprepared for just how much nor how powerful it was and soon my throat and mouth were overflowing with her durian spunk, small spurts ejecting from my lips. She let go and unloaded torrent after torrent onto my face, coating my entire chest and face before falling on her ass. I swallowed every drop, ignoring the pain every gulp caused me, still unsatisfied and unfulfilled. As I tried to catch my breath I dropped to the floor, gasping and trying to lick my face clean between breaths. Kanaya was still shuddering with delight, her legs shaking and her tentilbulge twitching weakly.  “Oh My Rose I Am Quite Sorry For Failing To Warn You In Advance.” She laughed weakly. “I Suppose I Was Too Caught Up And Distracted By Your Protein Shoots Contractions.” I would have responded to her but my jaw was too sore to move and besides, I’d finally gotten that extract of pure Kanaya that had so eluded me throughout this whole encounter.

While her precum was sweet and tangy, possessing a oily like consistency, the final product was very thick and gooey, like the syrup of some betty Crocker gummy confectionary. It was also considerably stronger in flavor, almost sickenly sweet and overpowering. And I was drenched in it. Even after I’d consumed every drop Kanaya had almost suffocated me with I still wanted more, and like some addict in desperate need of a fix I was even starting to clean the floor up, trying to get just one more drop of that fluid. Kanaya had returned to me by now, a towel in hand and her usual warm and well composed smile on her face. She helped me to my knees and cleaned me off, wiping away her gunk and leaving a light sticky coat on my skin. “Now Rose While This Whole Event Has Been Considerably Taxing On Me I Am Happy To Say That I Can Keep This Routine Going If You Are Willing And Able To As Well. In Fact I Am Quite Ecstatic To Inform You That The Output Of Genetic Material I Gave Was Only A Slight Fraction Of What I Am Typically Able To Produce Assuming That Information Is Of Any Interest To You Which I Have To Assume Is Considering How Eagerly Youve Been Devouring It.”  I nodded in approval, even after all this I wasn’t even close to done, and I was still looking forward to getting a feel, so to speak, for just what her blessed tentacle felt like in other situations.

“Oh Thats Exceptional Rose. In Fact I Also Wish To Inform You That This Whole Experience Has Been Quite Fun For Me And I Must Admit That The Change In Temperament Has Also Been Curiously Very Delightful As Well And…” I interrupted her then. “Kanaya, I’m very happy for you but shut up and fuck me already.” She stopped her typical rambling and with as much enthusiasm before, picked up her dom persona. “Oh Did You Talk Back To Me Miss Lalonde?” She grasped my neck, making a wicked looking grin. “Did You Already Forget Whos In Control Here? It Seems Your Still As Obtuse And Defiant As Ever Before.” She made a tsk-tsk noise whilst wagging her finger. “I Had Hoped That Perhaps That Vicious Face Fucking Would Have Straightened You Out But It Would Seem, You Little Obstructive Bitch, That You Need Some Harsher Punishment.”

She released her grip over me, letting me fall to my back. As she towered over me a look of renewed bravado and zeal was upon her face and an air of fresh resolve in her demeanor. Gone was all trace of that awkward and forced sense of confidence she had put on earlier, replaced now by a genuine feeling of power and authority. I myself felt exhausted, my sore and aching body overcome with fatigue, but more so with arousal; my wet hot cunt swollen with lust and now so very desperate for attention. As much as Kanaya was pushing me to my limits, I still wasn’t finished. Nor did I know just how much longer this would last and I wanted to see just what she could fully do under these circumstances as well as how much I could endure, even if the experience left me broken and ruined.

She held her elongated clit in her hand, letting it curl and wrap around and between her fingers, gripping and ringing it through. She then dropped to her knees, and pulled my legs open while positioning herself between. Curiously I think Kanaya had for all her experience and knowledge with breeding, had never actually seen human anatomy in person before, much myself. She looked at it with a bemused expression before uttering, “Oh My Rose Is That Your Bone Bulge?” She said condescendingly. “Why Look How Small It Is. Its Amazing If You Ever Manage To Get Yourself Off Though Considering Youre Coming To Me I Doubt That Tiny Pathetic Little Nub Even Works Right. Or Perhaps Your Own Hands Are Not Up To The Task?” It was then she brushed the tip down my clit, eliciting a shudder from me. “Oh Rose You Stupid Little Living pail. Can You Accomplish Anything Correctly? Oh Well I Guess Like Always I Must Do Everything Myself, I Wonder How This Orifice Of Yours Will Feel.”

Kanaya rubbed herself against me, her slick and oily member gliding through my folds while flicking my clit. My entire body was hot and weak, my pussy swollen and wet, that slow building feeling now damn near overpowering. I just wanted desperately to cum by now and Kanaya’s playful explorations were quickly putting me over the edge. The tip of her member then coiled around my clitoris, sliding around it and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. It was more then I could bare and at long last I finally came, my body tensing up, and my legs now tightly hugging Kanaya. “My My Rose, Is That All It Takes To Set You Off? I Suppose This Lovely Little Thing Has More To It Then I First Thought. Human Anatomy Is Such A Interesting Thing.”

I’m not sure what happened next, my body wracked with the afterglow of sex and listless with exhaustion. I could still feel Kanaya playing and feeling around my orifice, more out of curiosity now then anything else. Though after gathering enough strength to weakly lift my head I saw her adjust herself, seemingly aiming for something, then she placed one arm beside my head while hovering over me and plunged herself in. Let me first admit here and now that I was no stranger to such self explorations yet every time I had impaled myself so to speak I had at least the comfort of something meant for the human body even if all those lovecraftian dildos were rather large. Kanaya as careful as she was trying to be was nearly more then I could handle; her gargantuan tentacle spreading and filling me, causing me to arch my back out. Kanaya mercifully at least kept from moving, holding herself in place, though I suspect it was more due to trying to keep her own composure then anything on my part.

Finally I felt my muscles relax, and desperate for some much needed release, begged to Kanaya, to anyone really to at last give me the release I had so long been denied by now. I felt Kanaya pull herself slightly before plunging in again, this time more gently.  Slowly, little by little she picked up her pace, sliding in and in with ever increasing force. I felt a slight tug against my back then and noticed my arms were free, and as tight as I could I clamped them around Kanaya’s back, my legs copying the motion. “Rose I Am Not Very Good A Flushed Gestures And I Know I Tend To Ramble On And On Quite A Lot And Typically At The Worst Times As Well Yet I Want You To Know That I Have Never In My Life Felt So Very Much Alive And Happy Then This Very Moment Nor So Lucky.”

She pounded into me, spreading me, filling me, but most wonderfully of all, holding me tight; her forehead leaning against mine as her tentibulge grinded against my insides. That hot pulsing pleasant feeling was growing again, gradually building up within me. Sending slow powerful waves throughout my body as Kanaya drenched my insides with her hot sticky precum. Finally, almost agonizingly my climax took hold, numbing my mind to everything and anything else, save for a warm and pleasant prodding feeling in my mouth. When it regrettably subsided, I realized I was holding onto Kanaya for dear life, my limbs clenching her like a vice grip, and our lips locked together while our tongues, so long kept from one another, finally met and played. We parted and gave up any remaining exertion; I collapsing to the floor while she rested herself on me.

In spite of all the pleasure and occasional pain, in spite of the awkward yet cute introductions, in spite of every lovely and loving moment, none of them even remotely compared to the simple joy of the warm embrace we shared that moment. And so I must somewhat abruptly bring this explicit and most private (Dave that means if you’ve read any of this and I do mean even the smallest little word, I will make all the embarrassments your brother visited upon you pail in comparison to what I will do to you, I swear it) tale to a close. Oh and if a certain Jade blood colored troll should happen to rather conveniently discover this I would most certainly hope she enjoys reading it as much as I put it to words.
 Fin.