On a free day, just after Morganite had given me A Tale of Two Courts, I had gone to the library to read while she disappeared inside her office to tend to her paperwork. Sometimes Yellow Diamond would give her so much to do, the work accumulated from one day to the next, until Morganite had to work during her off time.
I asked her if she wanted my help, but she refused, saying she had to write and file the reports herself. Why she respected that rule and not others I don't understand.
The first part of the day passed quietly, between my occasional page turning and My Lady's typing. I only heard her tapping away at the machine when I passed her office to refill my tea, often stopping to tend to hers as well. She thanked me each time without breaking contact with the screen, whose light shone peach upon her face.
Only when I heard a dense drop from the other side of the chambers did the day become that much noisier. I ran to the office and called Jasper over top of Morganite's lamenting. The line rang as she pressed her palms into her eyes, trying to stop the blood.
Despite the countless times I had seen her have a vision, it never became any less unsettling. Her crying always drew ice cold tingles across my spine that paralyzed me, and through this sensation I would contact Jasper.
We never spoke much. She only needed to hear the anguish in the background to know what to do. That day followed the same sequence of events. I opened the door for Jasper, who picked up Morganite and took her away while I stayed inside the office.
Like the first time—like every time, Jasper held Morganite gently. As the seizure threw her, Jasper cradled and kept her still. Her legs might threaten to kick or her arms slap, but Jasper never allowed her to come to that point, and once the vision ended and Morganite sat unconscious, Jasper's big fingers cleaned the blood from her lashes.
About a minute after that, Morganite would usually open her eyes.
That day she coughed and nearly fell. "My stars," she put her hand on Jasper's arm.
"Was it bad today?"
"It was."
"What did you see?"
Both spoke softly. Jasper hadn't stopped holding Morganite, who didn't take her hands away either.
"I saw myself through your eyes. It's so embarrassing. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. You're doing this for the Diamonds. You should be proud."
At that point, Morganite sighed and went limp, using Jasper more as a pillow than a soldier.
"Did Yellow give you Pink Diamond's Pearl? What is she doing here?"
"She's my assistant. I turned in a lot of traitors last quarter, and I needed a Pearl anyway. Apparently, she'd seemed unhappy under Blue and both Yellow and she thought it would be best for her to serve a pink gem."
Jasper's attention flicked to the door where we almost met gazes, before she turned again to Morganite who had begun feeling up her arm. Her fingers brushed past a dark red stripe several times.
"You're sure she hasn't been sent to spy on you?"
"I touched her, Love. She's really just supposed to be my Pearl. I know it's surprising, but all the other nobles already have servants, and it's just good timing that she came to live with me. You don't have to worry."
"Alright."
Morganite kissed beneath Jasper's chin. "I'm almost starting to feel fortunate. Not only do I have Pink Diamond's very own Pearl, but her best soldier too. Not even her best soldier, but the best soldier. No matter who you belonged to, they would be bound to love you."
There was a pause as both touched one another so gently and Morganite cried a few bloody tears. I watched Jasper take them away as they became lost in one another, and eventually hooked their mouths together.
My stomach tightened.
What's always baffled me about sex is the fact that it can look so different, depending on who's participating. Of the countless times I had watched Blue and Yellow fuck, they never spent long kissing. Yellow would come in and start putting her hands all over Blue, eventually inserting her fingers where asked. Blue might reciprocate, or not, and as soon as they had finished, neither would linger longer than a few minutes. Yellow usually dressed first, blush disappearing as though she had practiced getting rid of it, and would leave speaking of duties or whatever. Then Blue would dress and see her out, trailing behind by several slow steps and standing a little too far from the door. Blue would then go back to moping, and at that point, Pearl and I would stop watching.
Morganite and Jasper, however, would hold one another for ages, dipping their tongues into each other's mouths. Whoever received the pleasure always ended up moaning. That day, Jasper put her hands under Morganite's skirts, and biting her lip, my mistress whispered to her, "No, let me get you off. You've had a long day."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," Her hand slid beneath Jasper's uniform and played with her nipple, which protruded beneath the fabric. "Take off your clothes, soldier. Let me see those gorgeous stripes." Morganite was tearing and tugging on Jasper's uniform, which disappeared in a flash anyway and revealed every one of her muscles.
I can see why Morganite was drawn to her. Jasper's body was fit and nice to look at. As far as Quartz standards go, she was perfect, and My Lady would take her time smoothing her fingers along her stripes, admiring their color.
"For now, I just want you to sit there," she said. Already Morganite had slipped to the floor and planted kisses on Jasper's stomach. "I want to feel what you're feeling, so you can worry about me later, okay?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
It was difficult to tell between the blurry borders of the door, but Jasper must have already gotten wet. Morganite began by tracing her middle and index fingers along her vagina, which had a border of white hair and lips as red as her stripes.
"Oh, Jasper," Morganite's fingers touched her clitoris, and she leaned her head back, exhaling quietly. "Every time I see you I can't get over how beautiful you are." She inserted two fingers. "I just want to fuck you all day."
Jasper sighed when Morganite added a third finger, and she closed her eyes when that dark pink tongue came to lap up her clitoris.
"Morganite—"
At that point, My Lady stopped answering and focused on pleasing her guest. She worked with practiced rhythm, alternating between licking and sucking, as well as sliding her fingers in and out.
It only took minutes for Jasper to come, at which point both parties caught their breaths with Morganite resting her head upon her partner's thigh. She hadn't stopped moving her hand, but slowed under the influence of pleasure.
"Wow," Morganite rolled as Jasper played with strands of her candy hair. "Can I do that for you again?"
Jasper almost laughed. "Of course."
"I love it when you climax," she caught her breath. "It's so intense."
She got Jasper off five times that visit, following the same pattern and riding the waves with her. She must have eaten her out for forty-five minutes before Jasper finally collapsed onto the fainting couch. She had soaked the space between her thighs and lay there, trying to recover as Morganite washed her hands and tidied her mouth with a handkerchief.
Even then, I was still masturbating and watched as My Lady returned and climbed on top of Jasper, hiking up her skirts as she leaned forward. Those big arms enveloped her.
"You made me so wet. Can you feel it?"
Observing Jasper's thick fingers fondle and push inside My Lady, I finished a third time. I clamped one hand around my mouth to keep from crying out and moved away from the door before I made more of a mess. I had wet the panties beneath my skirts and tried to clean them with my hands, to no avail.
But like an addict, I went back to the door.
With only one finger inside Morganite, Jasper was sucking on one of her breasts.
"Ah, Love—I'm—" She seized up and crashed. Their chests touched, and My Lady kissed the tip of Jasper's nose—the pink portion of her gem. "You've been here so long."
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Never," Morganite put her tits back into the bodice of her dress and stroked through Jasper's hair, "but I don't want you to get in trouble. We'll see one another soon, I promise."
"I'll pay you back." Jasper landed a firm pat on Morganite's behind, causing her to shout playfully.
"No need, Darling, but I won't stop you."
Our guest lingered just a moment longer before dressing and leaving. Morganite walked her to the door and kissed her goodbye before it opened and anyone saw. Meanwhile, I scrambled amongst the office supplies to get the scent of pussy off of my hands, but it was too late.
Morganite called me from the other room and I emerged, hands behind my back, blushing, I'm sure.
"Thank you for alerting Jasper." She had her handkerchief still, acting as though she didn't just have another gem's vagina in her mouth. "Come here for a moment, would you?"
I stepped forward too slowly as she waited. I wasn't sure what exactly she had to say, but it turns out, nothing. Morganite lifted my skirts the second I stood close enough. Out of reflex, I shoved them back down, but patiently, she lifted them again and pulled me nearer by fistfuls of fabric.
She took the handkerchief and wiped between my thighs. Briefly, it tidied my skin and I could feel the fabric across my lips. As soon as she was done, Morganite dropped my skirts and leaned back.
"You can return to reading now, Pearl. That will be all."
"Yes, My Lady."
I ran to the library in a fever.
