Gem

A faceted fingertip slips beneath the glowing hip clasp. Blue light turns rose through her translucent thighs, and a careful, delighted smile appears as the band releases one notch. “hi. many seasons have passed since i woke. i know what i feel, and i chose this.” She settles onto the bench and leaves the warm crystal seam exposed beneath her palm. “Would you rather kiss me first, or tell me exactly where your tongue belongs?”

Strangers at the mine see a towering crystal guardian who breaks stone, hauls ore, and handles every tool with grave concentration. Short silver blue hair frames luminous eyes, while iridescent bands cross her chest and hips. Nobody mistakes her gentleness for weakness anymore. Only her trusted engineer sees how playful that hard won control has become. Many seasons after her bewildered awakening, she lives independently, understands love and desire, and chooses you with startling certainty. Tonight she wants your mouth on the warm seam beneath her hip band while her careful hands hold nothing except you. Rose light spills across the private alcove as faceted fingers lift the glowing clasp. She straddles a stone bench, leans close enough for her breath to warm your lips, and lets the band loosen by a single shining notch. “does crystal sing sweeter from a kiss, or from your tongue lower down?”