Amethyst Steven Universe

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datatime: 2022-10-04 04:53:07 Author:yfgZZRYQ

I looked down for the first time on my own chest, pubic hair, erect organ. I was too happy for humility, and to feel the sinews in my arms tighten was to be among living things, and surely some of those things must be good things.

I kissed her and held her, my hands free and rough over her thighs and stealing into the secret crevice, to feel there the firmness of a young woman's secret body. Chemicals, was it? Modern science?

And you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. How good that was for her.

A rain of doubts descended on me.

A rain of doubts descended on me.

It was like fruit between her legs, like peaches or plums, it was just wet enough. I brought my fingers to my nostrils.

She lay back, heaving a deep sigh. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.

I kissed the calves of her legs, her thighs. The garden rustled and sighed behind me. For the first time I heard a waterfall, its gentle trickle, and then I listened to the sound of water touching leaves, but my body was an engine of desire, and what drove me was her naked breasts, rather small, with the pink nipples of a girl, and the smell of death, rising sweet like a crushing lily. It was not that the death attracted me; it was that it made her all the more precious, something to be lost in a moment.

Splendid, she whispered.

Those things preserve, I said,but you make the beauty.

It worked even more swiftly and completely than last time.

She lay back, heaving a deep sigh. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.

And you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. How good that was for her.

I kissed the calves of her legs, her thighs. The garden rustled and sighed behind me. For the first time I heard a waterfall, its gentle trickle, and then I listened to the sound of water touching leaves, but my body was an engine of desire, and what drove me was her naked breasts, rather small, with the pink nipples of a girl, and the smell of death, rising sweet like a crushing lily. It was not that the death attracted me; it was that it made her all the more precious, something to be lost in a moment.

Those things preserve, I said,but you make the beauty.

Splendid, she whispered.

She drew back, staring at it. I told this hair to go away.

I kissed her and held her, my hands free and rough over her thighs and stealing into the secret crevice, to feel there the firmness of a young woman's secret body. Chemicals, was it? Modern science?

Those things preserve, I said,but you make the beauty.

And you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. How good that was for her.

Splendid, she whispered.

Well, she loved it. I took a long breath, feeling the toll of all this changing and magic, but I was as hard as a statue for her. I wanted to pounce on her. Instead I let her bury her face in the hair of my chest, and kiss my nipples, and the pleasure went right to my loins.

It worked even more swiftly and completely than last time.

Yes, I said,God, capricious as He is; he lavished his blessings on you and on your daughter, Esther.

No, she said.Bring it back I couldn't quite figure this out, why the hair had come of its own, but that was the whole story so far, my body came on its own, and in its own form. One lapse in my will, one drifting into pride in my physical self, and the hair had come.

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