Connie knew Steven would be hesitant to let this happen, but her intense need was too strong to ignore. There was a delicious warmth coiling inside her every time she had looked at him since they'd started exploring sex that she couldn't keep to herself any longer. Every time they so much as held eye contact she felt it like it was second nature to her.

"Steven, I want to try something different," She blurted, suddenly aware she'd spoken a bit too loudly in a home with just the two of them six feet away from each other.

Steven set down his mug of hot chocolate. For the faintest moment she could swear she saw a flickering glow to his eyes, like a gleam of interest but literally. "Like what?"

She swallowed and darted her eyes away from him. If she looked at him she might faint from the anxiety. "I want to completely submit to you. 100%."

It made her feel stupid to be so nervous to ask him to do what sounded like such a tame thing compared to a lot of the kinks out there, but nonetheless the feelings persisted. As a submissive leaning individual, she adored Stevens gradually showing Dominant side with everything she had. He was firm and could bring her to orgasm with words alone it felt. He enthralled and enticed her like nothing else, and she wanted more.

He raised an eyebrow and frowned. "I-isn't that what we've been doing?" A bit of nervousness crossing his face brought her to him to stroke his hairline above his ears.

"Yes! You're doing really, really good," She assured him quickly. "The sex is always incredible. I... love having sex with you."

Steven's face lit up and he held her hips, rubbing his thumb over the bare skin under her top. "I love having sex with you too." The deep tone nearly brought her to her knees. "But?"

"I just... I need more."

A bit less worried, he tipped his head. "How much more, Connie?"

The way he said her name ran currents of need through her. "I... I don't know." She hugged her arms to herself, consoling her mind for the fact that she was apparently a coward with a capital C. It didn't make sense, it was like she'd reverted back to how she'd been when they'd first started having sex but she didn't want him to have to fuck it out of her. She just wanted to be brave like she supposedly was as his knight.

Thankfully, he didn't seem to catch on. He nodded slowly as if comprehending her lack of knowledge then gave her a sweet smile. "Find me something similar." He put a heated, sparkling kiss on both breasts and her stomach. "Find me something that makes you shake."

She bit back an untimely urge to beg for some of that dick right at that very second. She'd beg on her hands and knees for it. Throughout all of their less shy exploration, he'd been nothing but serious about limits and safe words and making sure she felt safe and never afraid. He would deliver no pain that took away from the experience and that she didn't ask for directly. Nibbles were a little different from a full on clench of the jaw after all.

So she searched high and low for a story whenever he wasn't around. She was too bashful to do it around him. He'd know by the flush of her cheeks or the look in her eyes and it would embarrass her too much to continue on. She needed privacy and relayed that, so Steven kept himself busy cleaning and doing Diamond things.

Connie thought her Steven was sexy to no end, even the way he walked seemed to turn her 21 year old mind to sex instantly, but him sometimes coming out of his office or from Homeworld in Diamond mode seemed unfair. His already broad body got wider and he shot up another one and a half feet, then reaching seven and a half feet of pure ridiculous strength and grace. Her own 5'10 height was more than taller than the average woman, but usually he was only a couple of inches taller than her. As a Diamond, he towered above her like a god. The pinkness she was used to, though it was a little more tied to sex than she would have ever guessed. That kind of glow was just for her, an intense and burning longing and lust and love for her that he couldn't find words for lighting up his skin and warming her from the outside in.

It took her three and a half days and two late evenings before she found a story identical to what she felt she was needing.

A story she'd written herself waaaaaay at the bottom of her list of stories, tucked away in her orphaned file. After she'd written her very greatest fantasy, she orphaned it out of shame. What kind of knight was she to crave that kind of service? Probably not a very good one.

No. She wasn't supposed to have those thoughts anymore. They were sharing more now, things were out in the open and their sex life went from great to godly. At first Steven had been overly gentle in fear of hurting her. He was bigger than average by a little more than suitable amount of nine inches. The first time she'd seen it she'd gawked and grabbed it impulsively, exclaiming she didn't know they got that big. Despite her boldness then, the insecurity was eating away at her.

As she read through it she smiled apprehensively and dropped it. It was too risky, far too risky. She couldn't just walk up to him and show him porn. That was different than talking about it, and worse than that, he might make her read it. "Oh stars." Her hand dropped to feel the wetness there. Some sexy things were better left in your head. That was the precipice of kink, she'd found. Some things couldn't be explored, and she simply couldn't do it.

Maybe she'd just call it off. Their sex was more than satisfying without it.

"Connie, come."

The authoritarian voice made her stop in her tracks and look to the door. He was nowhere to be found, but she was compelled to find him like nothing else. Her legs moved her before her mind had finished processing the command. "Hey, what's up?"

Steven was sitting on the island counter, propping himself up with his arms and swinging his legs with nervous energy. Upon locking his gaze with her, his face dropped into a minor scowl. "Keep your eyes lowered when you're serving me. I won't tell you again."

Her legs trembled beneath her as the world shifted. Everything was bright and the air against her felt cool with promise. Connie's eyes dropped. "S-sorry, Steven."

"Didn't I tell you to come over here?" She moved to obey, she needed to obey but he made her stop again. She almost cried out in frustration until he murmured, "Would you crawl to me, Connie?"

An involuntary whimper escaped and her face flooded with heat. She could crawl, hypothetically speaking. It was a thing she'd known how to do for most of her life after all. In fact, that morning she was crawling around on the floor looking for Stevens earring. "Yes."

"Say, 'Yes, my Diamond'," He corrected sharply, nerves just under the surface. "And then crawl to me."

"Yes, my Diamond." She lowered to her hands and knees, though she felt more like she collapsed to them. The cool hardwood and its slight cracks pressed into her knees in an almost pinching kind of way. Every breath felt like a pant as her need rose. Where was this coming from?

The first movement she was acutely aware of a sharp breath from him, cutting through the silence and then her. Each one after choked the air from her lungs with need. The heels of her palms ached a little when she reached between his legs. Looking down at the floor, she could see his glow clearly and it was bright.

"Look at me."

Connie stifled her turmoil and looked up at him: the even bigger, taller, stronger Diamond and the bulge in his pants straining. His lips were parted just slightly looking down at her. "Is this okay? Color?"

"Green. Keep going," She pleaded shallowly. It was so strange to her how badly she wanted this. With the way he was glowing Steven was either nervous or enjoying it too. "I'm okay. What about you?"

He licked his lips and his adam's apple bobbed. "It's a little scary. I'm... scared about how this makes me feel. Yellow, but just barely. I can keep going if you're sure you're okay." A slight dilation of his pupils tingled through her. "We can explore. Carefully."

She nodded and blinked a bit of his glow out of her eyes. "I'll tell you if I need you to stop."

"Okay." He swung his legs over to the side and jumped off. "Eyes down again. I want you on top of our living room table on your knees."

Connie scrambled to her feet, irritation boiling through her when he demanded her to freeze again. "What? Y-you're driving me crazy!"

Steven dipped down to grab her chin, not roughly but firm as he forced her to look into his eyes. He searched her face for genuine upset, but only found desperation. "Watch your tone. You're supposed to be serving me and this is how you think you're allowed to speak?"

Her lip trembled at the disappointment in his tone, it made her ache with regret. "I apologize, my Diamond. Punish me if you must."

"And now you're telling me what to do?" She shook her head vigorously and he chuckled. Satisfied, he walked her to the living room and she perched on top of the table. The reflective glass was colder than the floor and she was acutely aware of Steven drinking her in and circling around her like a vulture. "You're so beautiful."

She smiled like never before. "Thank you, my Diamond."

"For what?"

Waves of bliss washed over her and she tried to let go of her dignity. That's what she was really searching for; she was searching for that complete release of thought. She thought far too much, she just wanted to quiet the constant din of responsibility. College was stressful and un-fun, but it's all she seemed to think about lately.

That and this.

"Thank you for correcting me, my Diamond."

"I think I enjoy your frustration," He mused darkly, tapping his chin. "Take off your clothes."

It almost barreled out of her so violently she had to bite her tongue. She wanted to whine and growl and shake him so he'd stop teasing her, but the increase of wetness between her legs wouldn't let her.

Silently she tugged off her shirt and bra in one go, she wanted this to be done. She wanted him to fuck her, she couldn't take the suspense.

Unfortunately, Steven would have none of her impatience. "Slow down. I like looking at you on your knees stripping for me."

She could see the wet spot on his sweats and kept her focus there as she slowly pulled her pants down, barely resisting the urge to hook her fingers through her panties too.

His breathing hitched at the first sight of her curls as she finally reached them, but she quickly reached a problem. "They're stuck."

"That's plenty," Steven assured, once again kneeling in front of her. "Are you having fun yet? Speak freely."

The whine she'd been holding back was finally released. It came out needy and starving. "I'm so wet. I want it so bad." The admission made her weak, but the rumble in his chest made her weaker.

He grabbed her face and lifted, forcing her onto her to stretch to meet his requirement. "I want to fuck you. I'm going to, but you have to beg for it."

"Please!" Without thinking she grabbed his wrists, pulling them tighter against her to feel the warmth emanating from his hands. "I need you as deep inside me as you can get, I'm dying here."

He made a sound between a chuckle and a growl, smoothing over her hair and pulling a little. "Is that okay?"

She nodded. "Harder. Be a little rougher with me, my Diamond."

"Very well." Following the tug of his hands brought her lips against his clothed cock, rock solid and twitching in time with his rapid heartbeat. "Look at what you're doing to me." Even in its gravel, she could hear the tremor. He was reaching his breaking point quickly, or even past it. His hands let go of her hair in favor of running over her naked back, drawing soft pants from her that usually only occurred when he was stroking her clit. His hard cock stayed pressed against her lips and she strained for it, licking and kissing it through his pants. "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes. I aim to please, my Diamond." The words felt so natural and stark. It was like she'd said them her whole life. Maybe she had.

They reached her butt and squeezed before finally, finally, reaching down to brush over her pussy lips. Every stroke had her humping his hand like a bitch in heat, crooning and cooing for more. "Fuck. You really like this."

The stimulation moved away and she cried out in disappointment, tears pricking her eyes. "Yes! Breed me, please!"

He picked her up without another word fast, giving her a bit of whiplash as he carried her toward the bathroom of all places. Upon setting her down he looked into the vanity mirror, holding her gaze stoically. "Bend over."

As soon as she did she heard the distinct sound of him yanking at the drawstring of his pants and kicking them off. The head of his cock rubbing against her clit was so heavenly, so welcome as they throbbed against each other. "Please!"

He paused. "Please what?"

"Please, my Diamond. Have me however you want, destroy me, make me cry, I don't care! I just want to serve yo– oh ahhh!" She shook violently as he pushed his way inside down to the hilt and bucked into her wildly.

"Ask and you shall receive." There was no slow buildup like she'd become used to, he fucked her with a need that matched hers and then matched her volume of moaning. "Tell me how good it feels to serve me like this," He panted. "I want you to make me believe it, I'm not sure I did before."

Finding her voice was easy. Finding the ability to mold it into actual words was nearly impossible. "So– ah!– good! So, so g-good!" He threaded one hand into her hair and one gripped onto her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises there. "I love serving you, I love being your servant slut– oh my stars!" Her eyes nearly crossed as he started pounding harder at her praise.

"Fuck, Connie. You're so wet there's almost no friction." Steven cried out and leaned to press his lips into the back of her neck. "You're such a good girl."

It probably sounded like she was wailing in agony, but it was just the way his cock was hammering into her g-spot that was forcing these guttural crying sounds from her. He slowed a little, brushing his fingers over her face to check for tears before he gave a much, much harder pound that made the sink against her hips press into the bones there. It hurt, but it only added to the pleasure. It seemed pain was something she liked, but they had never thought to really explore it past a small bite.

"Bite me," She whined, begging like it was her job. "Bite me hard enough to mark me, my Diamond."

His teeth sunk into the spot right between her shoulder and neck until it stung. It was so good her legs gave out, eyes rolling back as she came for him harder than she ever had. "Yes! Oh-h st-stars I'm cumming!" Every word dragged out with quivering vigor, nothing else mattered but this moment in time.

Her head was pulled up to watch the tail end of her orgasm. The look on her face furrowed his brows deeply. "You said you liked being my slut?" He tilted her head back to look up at him. "You look like a slut."

Grunts tore out of her as he adjusted the angle. Her neck was craned to the fullest extent, and at any other time the discomfort would not be welcomed or enjoyed. But she wanted to look up at him and watch him come apart in her.

It didn't take long after her second orgasm for his gem to start flashing in a countdown to his release. A promise, shaky and snarled imprinted itself in her mind forever,

"I'm gonna cum in this pussy like I own it."

"It's yours! Only yours!" Her cockdrunken smile and words pushed him over the edge and his glow became so bright she had to shut her eyes. Hot, his cum was hotter than normal, wasn't it? It spiked pain and euphoria through her as his legs wobbled and he leaned his weight against her to keep from falling right onto the floor.
For a moment, they could only pant in unison, small quakes and twitches from her causing both of them overstimulation. Slowly he pulled his deflating cock out of her and picked her up again, this time gently.

The cool sheets against her skin made her shiver. It was nothing though, compared to looking at the wide brown eyes of her beautiful boyfriend and his scarlet cheeks.

"Wow."

They giggled as a rapid light tried to suck them into fusion and pulled away. As wonderful as it would've been to pass out as Stevonnie, they wanted to cuddle together, not together.

Nestled into the crook of his neck, she let the more practical side of her mind come back to life. "I'm leaking onto the bed."

"We'll change the sheets. Are you okay?" He tenderly brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her deeply. Shimmering magic buzzed against her lips that made her pull him closer as her own passion increased. Steven moaned into her mouth and pulled her hair to bring her back. "Connie?"

"I love you. It was amazing," She mumbled against his lips.

She felt his smile like it was her own, however timid it was. "I really liked it too. Any notes?"

"Fuck me like you hate me next time."

He snorted and let his eyes slip shut, basking in the sweaty afterglow with his favorite person in every conceivable world. "I could never hate my knight. But... ask and you shall receive."