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Splinter	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 37018 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Steven Universe or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Alternate Ending
After I posted the last chapter of “Splinter,” a reviewer suggested that I write an alternate ending with a rather different tone. I was intrigued by the idea, so I wrote a chapter that diverges from the “canon” story right after Steven and Sadie have sex in chapter 6. Hope you enjoy it.
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“So what happened to them?” Trixie asked Pearl, gesturing at Connie where she lay on her bed, then at Kiki and Jenny, who were on inflatable mattresses on the floor.
“Their human immune systems attempted to reject us,” Pearl replied. “And they very nearly succeeded. But we are adapting.”
“Yes,” said Priyanka, who had just finished taking Kiki’s temperature. “And what we have learned from these three is not only curing them but protecting the rest of us. It is safe to say that we have conquered the humans’ intrinsic immunity.”
“Which means,” Peridot interjected as she came into the room, “that the operation can continue as planned.”
“Indeed,” Pearl said.
Connie’s eyes fluttered open and looked up at Pearl, weary but full of optimism.
“I’ll be better soon,” Connie said. “I can’t wait to be back in Steven’s bed.”
Jenny’s hand reached up and took hold of Connie’s.
“Me, too,” Jenny murmured.
“Me, too,” said Kiki, taking Connie’s other hand.
***
An hour or so later, Amethyst was creeping around the periphery of the Maheswarans’ townhome, seeking a hiding place for each of the four cylinders she had obtained from Rose’s armory. Lion had brought her here—or rather, to a street corner a block away. For some reason, he had not been willing to approach the townhouse any closer than that. He seemed afraid, which unnerved Amethyst; she had never seen Lion be afraid of anything.
But she still had a job to do. She placed a cylinder at each of the two back corners of the house, finding dark areas outside the pool of back-porch light. Then she sneaked around to the front, having to circumvent several adjoining townhouses in the process, and sought hiding places for the other two cylinders. She inserted one into the mouth of the downspout on one corner of the townhouse; then she hid the other cylinder in the mailbox, which was near the other corner. Now, the building was surrounded.
Standing in the driveway, Amethyst pulled out the triggering device for the cylinders and murmured, “Here goes nothing.”
“Hi, Amethyst,” a voice said, making the purple Gem nearly leap into the air in startlement. She turned and saw a chubby blonde girl standing on the front step.
“Sadie?” Amethyst said. “What are you doing?”
“Well,” the girl replied conversationally, “Steven was tired after he took me”—her voice grew dreamy—“and took me, and took me…so Pearl told me to keep watch for a little while. She said you’d probably show up at some point.”
“Keep watch, huh?” Amethyst replied, raising the triggering device to Sadie’s eye level. “Well watch this!”
She clicked the trigger. Then, seeing Sadie still standing there, unperturbed, Amethyst clicked the trigger again, and again.
“Pearl also told me,” Sadie said, “you’d try to use that radiofrequency whoosywhatsit, and that it wouldn’t work. Oh, and she told me one more thing.”
Amethyst threw down the trigger in disgust and asked, “What?”
“To keep you distracted.”
Amethyst whipped her head around to look behind her, but only just in time to see Pearl thrusting forward with her spear. Its point went all the way through Amethyst’s neck and protruded from her throat.
Her body poofed into nothing, and her gem clinked as it fell to the pavement of the driveway.
***
“Welcome back, Amethyst,” Pearl’s voice said.
Amethyst opened her eyes. Above her, she saw hundreds of glowing spheres floating up near the high ceiling, and she realized that she was in the chamber of the temple where bubbled Gems were kept.
How had she gotten here? The last thing she could remember was-
“Pearl!” she shouted.
Amethyst tried to leap to her feet but stumbled and fell back to the floor; for some reason, her newly formed body wasn’t nearly as strong as her old one. She clambered awkwardly to her feet and reached for her whip, but her fingers merely pawed the surface of her gem, seizing nothing.
“Oh, you aren’t able to summon your weapon right now, or use your Gem-strength,” Pearl explained. “Nor do you have the use of your shape-shifting. We’ve made some modifications to the internal matrix of your gem.”
Amethyst gasped. Altering a gem’s internal matrix was the Gem equivalent of brain surgery.
“Wh- why would you do that?”
“For two reasons,” Pearl said evenly. “First, we didn’t want you causing any trouble when we removed your gem from its bubble. And second, we needed to cure you of your immunity to us.”
Amethyst put a hand to her chest in wordless horror. Her ability to resist the Splinter was all that had kept her from being possessed like the others. If they had taken that protection away…
“Discovering how to overcome the immunity of soldier Gems like yourself was quite a challenge,” Pearl said. “We spent years experimenting.”
Years? Amethyst thought with alarm.
“So as not to be wasteful,” Pearl continued, “we started with corrupted Gems. We learned a great deal from Jasper before the cumulative alterations to her matrix finally caused her gem to disintegrate. But don’t worry—yours is perfectly stable.”
“Am I…am I infected?” Amethyst asked.
“The proper term is ‘possessed,’” Pearl replied. “And no, you are not. I’ve only just unbubbled you. And although I could transfer the Splinter to you myself, we felt it would be more rewarding to do it another way.”
Amethyst had no desire to find out what Pearl meant. She glanced around, looking for the best escape route.
“Don’t be silly, Amethyst,” Pearl said calmly. “If you tried to run, I could easily catch you. And in any case, there’s nowhere for you to go. Just come up to the house with me.”
Moments later, they emerged from the temple door. The first thing Amethyst noticed was that the house had been significantly expanded. To her left, where once had been an exterior wall, there was now a hallway that led to several rooms. And there was a staircase leading up, along with what appeared to be an elevator.
The platform where Steven’s bed had been was now a play area, with a thick red carpet and cubbies full of toys. Three small children were playing there, and Amethyst couldn’t help but notice that the girl had Steven’s thick, curly hair, one of the boys had his dark eyes, and the other boy had his chubby cheeks.
“Just look at them,” Pearl said. “Part of the first generation of stable hybrids. They don’t have gems, but their physiology is fully compatible with the Splinter.”
As Amethyst watched, the girl and the chubby-cheeked boy put down their toys and began kissing in a way that Amethyst had only ever seen human adults kiss. Then they began taking off each other’s clothes. The dark-eyed boy looked up from his toy trucks and grinned at them.
“Oh, and they are quite libidinous,” Pearl said. “We want them to begin producing the second generation of hybrids the moment they achieve sufficient physical maturity.”
Amethyst looked past the children and out the big bay window to see dozens of people on the beach, all doing typical beach activities: playing catch, flying kites, swimming in the ocean, and relaxing under big umbrellas.
Amethyst walked up to the window for a better look. She noticed that most of the people on the beach were teenage girls or adult women—many of them visibly pregnant—or children, none of whom looked older than about ten and all of whom bore some resemblance to Steven. As the kids played, Amethyst saw that they could run faster, jump higher, and throw a ball farther than typical human children could.
“It hardly looks like Beach City anymore, does it?” Pearl said. “There are so many more people now.”
“Where…” Amethyst began, “where did they come from?”
“Quite a few came voluntarily,” Pearl replied. “Some because they heard rumors of a utopian society forming in Beach City, some because they thought Steven was some sort of messiah, and some simply to investigate us. Of course, there are also quite a few who were brought here unwillingly, as we needed a large population of healthy human females for Steven to impregnate. And I’ve felt the need to recruit seven dozen human males myself, to…provide for the pregnant females.” Pearl cleared her throat and went on, “But however they got here, they are all part of the Splinter now.” She turned to Amethyst. “Now, it’s time to go upstairs.”
They went up the staircase and down a short hallway to what was obviously the house’s new master bedroom. Through the open door, Amethyst saw a pink throw rug and a bed that appeared to be even larger than king size.
Seated on the edge of that bed was a tan-skinned woman, wearing a red dress whose thin, stretchy fabric did virtually nothing to conceal her obscenely large breasts, which rested on top of her big, round belly. Now Amethyst understood the purpose of the elevator; a woman so heavily pregnant would no doubt have difficulty getting up and down the stairs.
Only when Amethyst looked at the woman’s face—her distinctive curved nose, in particular—did the Gem realize who the woman was.
“Connie?” Amethyst asked, looking at her wide-eyed.
“Hello, Amethyst,” Connie replied warmly.
“What…happened to you?” Amethyst asked, glancing again at Connie’s swollen breasts and belly.
Connie smiled and put a hand on her stomach. “It’s twins this time,” she said proudly.
“W- what do you mean, ‘this time’?” Amethyst stammered. Connie’s smile broadened.
“Steven’s kept me pregnant almost constantly since we first became part of the Splinter,” she explained. “I’ve had nine children for him so far. You probably saw some of them on the beach.”
“Um…isn’t nine…a lot?”
“Not for us. Children of the Splinter are easy to raise, because they are born with us inside them.”
Amethyst shivered, but before she could say anything, the door of the master bathroom opened, and a naked man emerged.
He was different now—older, taller, and quite a bit more muscular—but there was no mistaking that curly black hair, or those dark eyes, swirling with little orange lines.
“Hey, Amethyst,” Steven said. His voice was deeper now, but his tone was familiar, as though only a day had passed since he’d last said hello to her.
“Steven,” she said, awed by how much he had changed. Her eyes began to travel down his naked body, taking stock of the differences, as she continued, “You’ve really grown u- holy crap!”
Her eyes went huge as they reached Steven’s crotch and took in his massive endowment. His penis, although flaccid, hung to the level of his knees and was as thick as his muscular upper arms. Behind it, his testicles hung heavily, each one nearly the size of a soccer ball.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Connie said. “As Jenny likes to say, ‘There are boys, there are men, and then there’s Steven.’”
“Which you,” Pearl added, putting a hand on Amethyst’s shoulder, “are about to discover for yourself.”
Connie looked at Amethyst, and now the purple Gem saw something shark-like in the young woman’s smile as Connie said, “It’s very important that you cooperate.”
Amethyst saw Steven’s massive penis beginning to harden, rising up like a rearing dragon. In her four-and-a-half millennia on Earth, she had learned enough about human sexuality to have an idea of what Steven intended to do.
“Uh,” she said slowly, “if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I don’t have the right parts for that.”
“You didn’t before,” Pearl said. “You do now.”
Pearl went over to one side of the room, where there was a sofa and a couple of easy chairs. She sat down in one of the chairs, then turned to Steven and asked, seemingly out of mere curiosity, “Are you going to subdue her?”
“No,” Steven replied. Then he looked at Amethyst, the orange flecks swirling in his eyes, and what she saw on his face was a strange combination of sincere affection and predatory lust. “The Splinter is the best gift I can give you. I want you to experience it all.”
Connie’s feral smile widened as she said, “Good.”
A violent chill of horror overtook Amethyst, and she cried “No!” before trying to run for the stairs. She didn’t take more than a step before Steven’s strong hand seized her shoulder from behind and stopped her in her tracks.
He pulled her to him so that they both stood on the pink throw rug, her back pressed against his front. Then he reached around her with both hands and began to squeeze and fondle her breasts.
“I’ve liked your tits since I was a kid, Amethyst,” he said. “They always looked so nice and big and squeezable.”
“Let go of me, you freak!” Amethyst cried, thrashing helplessly.
“But,” Steven continued, “my standards for ‘big’ are higher now.”
He glanced at Connie, who beamed with pride. Then he leaned down so that his lips were millimeters from her ear.
“So,” he said in an intimate murmur, “make them bigger.”
“What?” Amethyst exclaimed. “I couldn’t if I wanted to, you sick- What the hell!?”
Her purple breasts were expanding, growing until they strained against her top, the nipples clearly visible as they pressed against the holographic fabric. She looked at Pearl with shock.
“You said I couldn’t shape-shift!”
“I said that you couldn’t use your shape-shifting,” Pearl replied. “Thanks to the alterations we made to your matrix, your physical form is currently under Steven’s control.”
“Mmm, and it looks better already,” Steven said, turning Amethyst around to admire her newly enlarged breasts. “Now lose the clothes; they’re just getting in the way.”
Amethyst’s clothing vanished.
She saw her reflection in a full-length mirror on the closet door and gasped. The concept of nudity was foreign to most Gems—their clothing was as much a part of them as their skin—so it was weird to see her body naked in the human sense. Especially when she saw the small tuft of purple hair between her legs, and the cleft beneath it.
“Yes, Amethyst,” Pearl said, even as Steven’s hand slid down between Amethyst’s thighs, “you have everything you need to experience Steven’s endowment to the fullest.”
Connie chimed in, “We usually save Steven’s seed for impregnations, but his huge testes make so much of it now that there’s really no need to worry about wasting it.” She grinned and added, “Especially since his stamina is just about limitless.”
Amethyst remembered the human word for what Steven wanted to do to her, and the thought alone terrified her.
“Noooooo!” Amethyst cried, struggling futilely against Steven’s greater strength. “Don’t! Don’t rape me!”
“It’s not rape if you cooperate,” Pearl said evenly.
“No!” Amethyst screamed.
“Hmm,” Steven said, clearly not bothered by Amethyst’s protests. “I know a fun way to make her easier to handle.”
Grinning, Steven turned Amethyst back around to face away from him. Then he grabbed Amethyst’s basketball-sized breasts in both hands as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear again.
“Bigger.”
Her breasts grew larger, until Amethyst could no longer bear their weight and fell forward onto her hands and knees. Her tits continued to grow until her fingertips barely reached the pink rug’s fuzzy surface. And now, at one end of the rug, she could see the extra fuzz of a lion’s mane.
“He wouldn’t let us take possession of him,” Steven said sadly.
“Oh, no,” Amethyst whimpered.
“It was a pity,” Pearl said. “He could have been very helpful to us. And I’m sure I would have enjoyed taking him; I was quite curious about bestiality."
Connie seemed to be focused more on Amethyst than on the conversation.
“Oh, God, Steven, look at her,” Connie breathed. “She looks so fertile. I wish you could get her pregnant. Imagine how many babies she could have for you…”
Pearl’s smile was thin as she replied, “We’ll have to look into that. But for now, Steven…take possession of her.”
“No,” Amethyst whimpered, beginning to sob despite herself. “Don’t…please…”
Steven lowered himself to his knees behind Amethyst. He spoke to her, almost in a whisper, and for that moment, she heard in his voice the Steven she knew.
“It’s okay, Amethyst,” he said. “You’re gonna be so happy to be a part of us.”
She felt him press the head of his gigantic penis against the opening of her brand-new vagina, leaking more than enough precum to ensure penetration, and she knew that there would be no talking him out of raping her.
He thrust in. The feeling of being suddenly forced open wide made Amethyst scream.
“Yeah!” Connie shouted, clearly excited. “Make her feel it!”
“Yes, Steven,” Pearl said, moving her hands over her own body, “Make her feel it…deeply…”
Steven thrust in deeper, making Amethyst cry out again. This didn’t bother him; it had taken years, but he had gradually become desensitized to the screams and protests of those of whom he took possession for the Splinter. It helped that thrusting his massive babymaker into such a tight hole felt so damn good, and that he could feel how much Connie and Pearl were enjoying the spectacle. The dark sweetness of their sexual excitement and aggression fueled his own, as it had on hundreds of previous occasions when a begging, crying, screaming female had been brought to his room to be filled with both the Splinter and Steven’s hybrid offspring.
“Take it!” he shouted, thrusting hard into Amethyst and pushing over a foot of log-thick cock into her defenseless purple pussy. “Gonna make you take ALL of it!”
He could feel Connie’s excitement rise to an even higher pitch. He could also feel her reaching into her panties and rubbing her clit as she watched. This sensation, added to the great pleasure Steven was already experiencing, was like a dry log thrown onto the fire of his lust.
He pulled his cock most of the way out of Amethyst’s cunt, then thrust in again, driving a few more inches into her than he had on the previous thrust and making her scream bloody murder. Then he pulled back out and did it again, and again, and again, getting in a few inches deeper each time.
“Oh, God, Steven,” Connie gasped, rubbing her clit a little harder. “If she had a womb, you’d be in it now.”
Given that Steven typically had sex many times a day, it took a lot to get him aroused rapidly during the act. But fucking Amethyst, who he had secretly thought was kind of hot even when he was young, was really getting him going. So instead of keeping his pace slow as he normally would at this stage, he started fucking her rhythmically.
“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Amethyst screamed as Steven’s cockhead bashed into her insides with every thrust.
“Mmm, very nice, Steven,” Pearl said, reaching down to rub herself between her legs.
Over the years, Pearl had developed a great appreciation for the delightful sensations that she experienced vicariously through Steven and the humans of the Splinter when they performed coitus. The sensations were greatest when Steven fucked one of the possessed females, as Pearl could feel both Steven’s and the female’s pleasure during the act. Pearl had experienced many hours of enjoyment during Steven’s repeated impregnations of Connie, Sadie, and the great many other females who had become part of the Splinter over the years. And she felt a different but darkly powerful kind of pleasure whenever Steven or another of the Splinter’s human males brought a new female into the fold. Not to mention how much she enjoyed putting the Splinter into new males herself.
To this end, Pearl’s current form had a permanent vagina, complete with a clitoris. She rubbed it, getting into the same rhythm as Connie. Now, she felt Connie’s pleasure, too, and Connie felt Pearl’s.
Amethyst, for her part, felt only pain. She had guessed that being raped with Steven’s enormous penis would hurt, but nothing could have prepared her for the deep agony she felt with every punishing thrust of Steven’s member. She could think of nothing else, feel nothing else besides that massive cock invading her helpless body—a body that had literally been made to be raped. She wasn’t even aware that she was sobbing full force now.
“Yes, Steven,” Connie hissed under her breath. “Break her.”
Steven, driven to ever greater arousal by both the tightness of Amethyst’s cunt and Connie and Pearl’s lust and encouragement, started fucking Amethyst hard and deep. There were few women who could take the full length of his cock, and being able to plunge fully into her again and again was a magnificent pleasure.
“Here…it…comes,” Steven grunted. “Gonna…shoot it…in you…Amethyst…”
“Yes, Steven, yes,” Connie moaned, rubbing her clit at maximum speed. “Shoot it in her, fill her full of it!”
“Take her for us, Steven!” Pearl cried, also masturbating furiously.
Amethyst hung her head, burying her face between her outsized breasts. Now, her pain shared space in her mind with the thought that not only had she been violated in every way, but she was about to be defeated utterly and completely. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
But even as she had these thoughts, she began to feel distant from them, like they belonged to someone else. The Gem with the gigantic breasts who knelt on the floor, raped and weeping and broken, was her, but also not her.
“HAAAAAAAAAAH!” Steven screamed, and now Amethyst felt what might have been gallons of hot, thick liquid shooting into the deepest depths of her.
“YES!” Connie and Pearl cried in unison, each reaching her own climax.
Amethyst’s head swam. She barely felt the cum gushing from her violated cunt when Steven pulled out of her. And she was only dimly aware of it when Pearl picked her up from the floor and lay her on the sofa, and when two young women whose voices Amethyst did not recognize came in to clean the rug.
“The de-immunization process appears to have been a complete success,” Amethyst heard Pearl say. “Now we can repeat it with Ruby. Sapphire has been wanting to take possession of her for a very long time.”
Amethyst passed out.
***
Amethyst awoke to the sound of a woman screaming. The scream didn’t startle her, though, because she knew who was screaming and why. It was a young human woman, recently possessed by the Splinter, whom Steven found quite attractive and whom he had just fucked to the most intense orgasm of her life. He had completely filled her womb with his seed, and Lapis, Peridot, and Trixie, who were all observing, thought that the young woman would be pregnant with Steven’s baby very soon. Amethyst knew all of this before she even opened her eyes.
When she did open them, she saw that her breasts were no longer ridiculously huge, but they were not back to normal, either. Instead, they were of the basketball-like size that they had become when Steven first commanded them to grow.
This was the new normal; this was her body now. And that was fine. In fact, it made her feel sexy, and proud.
She sat up slowly, and Lapis, Peridot, and Trixie came over to her.
“How do you feel?” Lapis asked.
“Good,” Amethyst replied. “Stronger.”
“All of your abilities have been restored,” Peridot said, “now that you are one of us.”
She was one of them. She could reach out with her mind and feel them all—humans, Gems, hybrids, all part of the Splinter. There had to be hundreds, maybe even thousands.
“Yes,” Trixie said, resting her hands on her pregnant stomach—she looked to be about five months along—as she responded to Amethyst’s unspoken thought. “Our numbers are growing and growing.”
“At our current rate of expansion,” Peridot said, “we will have complete control of this planet in approximately 19.7 years.”
“And after that,” Lapis said, “any other planet we want.”
“Homeworld included,” Peridot added.
Steven, having shot the last few gouts of his massive load into the sweating, panting girl on his bed, dismounted her and came over to Amethyst, his cock coated in a thick layer of his semen.
“I’m glad you’re here with us, Amethyst,” he said warmly.
It didn’t matter what he had done to her, that he had raped and humiliated and broken her. Because all of that pain seemed like a distant memory, and all of those bad feelings were drowned out by the powerful sense of belonging that she felt now. She looked up at him and smiled.
“We are the Splinter,” she said.
“We are the Splinter,” he replied, putting his big arms around her.
She closed her eyes and smiled, not caring how damp he was from perspiration, or that his cock was smearing cum on her chest.
When the hug ended, Peridot said to Steven, “When you have a few minutes, I’d like to show you some preliminary designs for a proposed facility to which newly acquired, non-possessed females could be brought for involuntary breeding and possession.”
“A facility?” Steven asked.
“It would include individual holding cells for the newly captured females. When you were ready to breed a given female, she would be brought to a central room and restrained on a specially designed breeding table that could be adjusted according to the position in which you wish to take her.” With audible pride, Peridot added, “This would be considerably more efficient than dragging individual females kicking and screaming to your bedroom.”
“I’d love to take a look,” Steven replied, “but you know I’m about to be busy.”
There was a knock at the bedroom door. Trixie opened it to reveal three young teenage girls. All had unusually large breasts and wide hips for their age, and all had the pink blush of anticipatory arousal on their faces, as well as swirling orange lines in their eyes.
“Hi,” said the one in front, a pretty Latina girl whose body had clearly outgrown the tight white sundress that now showed off her figure in considerable detail. She looked at Steven, and her blush deepened as she continued, “We’re here to get bred.”
“Amethyst,” Lapis said, “why don’t you help us get Steven ready? We can show you how.”
“Sure,” Amethyst said eagerly.
Lapis dropped to her knees in front of Steven and, seemingly unfazed by the layer of cum coating his cock, took the fist-sized head into her mouth. Then, to the gasps and giggles of the three teenagers, Lapis swallowed Steven’s entire length, forcing her head forward and gulping repeatedly until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Her throat bulged obscenely, and Lapis bobbed her head and swallowed rhythmically to stimulate him.
“You can help me lick his balls,” Trixie said to Amethyst, kneeling down on one side of Steven.
Amethyst knelt down on his other side and mentally observed Trixie licking and tonguing one side of Steven’s huge ball sac and rubbing her clit at the same time. Amethyst, possessed of an anatomically correct vagina, decided to rub her clit, too, as she ran her tongue up, down, and around those big balls from the other side. She could sense the three girls’ arousal growing further as they watched.
Soon, Steven’s cock grew erect in Lapis’ throat. She pulled her head back slowly, inch after inch after inch of Steven’s length sliding out of her mouth. Steven clearly enjoyed both the sight and the sensation, his cock growing harder still. And the three girls were awed by the slow reveal of so many inches of cockshaft, like some kind of intensely erotic magic trick.
Peridot piped up, “Lapis and I need to go assist with the construction of housing units for our newest arrivals.”
“Amethyst,” Lapis said, “why don’t you stay here with Trixie and enjoy the breedings? You’ve earned it.”
“That sounds awesome,” Amethyst replied.
Two of the teenage girls sat down in the easy chairs, and Amethyst sat on the sofa with Trixie. Meanwhile, the Latina girl shucked off her sundress, revealing her shapely, naked body.
“New girls usually don’t have any undies that fit,” Trixie explained quietly. “It takes some doing to get enough plus-sized bras and panties for all the females here.”
The girl’s heavy breasts hung beneath her as she eagerly got onto all fours on the bed. Steven mounted the girl from behind, and in minutes, they were fucking with gusto, the girl screaming at Steven to fuck her, cum in her, put a baby in her. Amethyst could feel her pleasure, and Steven’s, too. And she didn’t mind at all when Trixie, who was rubbing her clit as she watched the breeding, reached over with her free hand to caress one of Amethyst’s big breasts.
Soon, Steven bellowed and blew a huge load of cum into the young teen’s stretched-wide cunt. And then, when he pulled out, Amethyst found herself climbing onto the bed and taking Steven’s big, cum-coated member into her mouth and down her throat, swallowing every drop of cum and massaging him hard again with her insides.
There was no discomfort in it, no degradation. She was serving the Splinter, and that would always be a privilege.
Steven was right. It was the best gift he could have given her.
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