A/N: I'm not going to lie here. This one is dark and messy. Then again, you could say that for alot of these Redacted concepts.

Steven pulled into the driveway, letting out a nervous sigh. He was late. Very late for the curfew established by Priyanka. "I'm so fucked." Steven exasperated, letting his head fall on the steering wheel, trying to prepare himself for the scolding he was going to receive. He honestly didn't plan on staying with Garnet for as long as he did. It was supposed to be like any other movie night. They try to get through all 5 Lonely Blade films, and fail after losing interest and they move onto something else, usually some conversation while Garnet gives him one of her special massages.

Then he would leave right before 11pm so he would be back at home with Priyanka before midnight so he could help clean up. However, by whatever divine intervention, Steven had fallen asleep while snuggling with Garnet after reaching the end of 4th movie and had the pleasure of Pearl yelling at him while Amethyst took pictures of him being cradled by the fusion. When he realized it was 2 hours past midnight, his blood ran cold.

Priyanka was not a mean person by any means, but when it came to the rules of her household, it was pretty anal about it. Break a rule, and she could put the fear of God into an atheist. So it is understandable why Steven wasn't necessarily looking forward to having his caretaker reprimanding him. But, the longer he stayed outside, the worse the consequences would be. The young man exited his vehicle, choosing to lock the car with his key instead of his fob, trying to create as little noise as possible, on the off-chance Priyanka was asleep. Steven walked down the short path that led to the front porch and arrived at the door. He felt a chill run down his spine as he reached out for the deadbolt. "Come on, Steven." He said to himself. "You fought in a galactic war and Priyanka being upset gives you cold feet?" With a calming breath, he unlocked the door and entered the townhouse quietly.

The home was still. Remnants of Pearl and Priyanka's evening were present in the living room in the form of two books on the coffee table, two wine glasses, and a nearly emptied bottle of Pink Moscato. He picked up the glasses and bottle and took them to the kitchen, placing the cups in the dishwasher and the empty container in the trash can. While he knew that his slender mother figure partake in the occasional drink, he remembered Pearl not appearing inebriated when she woke him up. This left him with one conclusion; Priyanka was more than likely drunk. He sighed from frustration and anxiety. An intoxicated Ms. Maheswaran is a fickle one. That night he dragged himself from the ocean and up to her doorstep always stuck in the back of his mind.

"Oh yes, I'm sure I can find a good use for you."

Steven shuddered at the memory. He imagined if anyone else was in his position, they would have taken advantage of the situation and encouraged her. The young man even knew that a part of him wanted to allow Priyanka to do so. After all, he was the cause of her suffering and loneliness, regardless of her insistence on the opposite. Steven would sometimes hear her at night quietly sobbing at her life. She clearly wasn't able to move past her divorce and the loss of her daughter. He would stand by the door to Connie's room, outside of her view, and just listen to the bereaved mother cry her heart out quietly. It hurt him to see the once proud woman had become reduced to a pitiful mess. Steven had remembered the last time she did this and he went in there to comfort her. The night their dynamic changed. The things she said to him as he stood there with no defense. Priyanka laid every single insecurity Steven held at his feet. Afterwards, she walked away, leaving him there with one last departing message.

"Follow me."

His therapist often told him that everyone heals from trauma in their own ways and at their own pace.

Steven didn't realize he was staring in the sink for a few minutes while he was thinking about his housemate. He felt a shower would help him relax before preparing the pullout bed from the couch. He headed up the stairs, the creaking of the wooden board making him silently curse with each step towards the bathroom. When Steven reached the top, he stood still. He didn't even hear a pin drop.

'Good. She's more than likely asleep.' He thought to his relief. He took a slow stride to the bathroom, passing his old friend's room. The door was shut. He took a second to admire all the different photos that decorated it. The photos spanned from her blowing out the candles on 4th birthday cake to different pictures Connie managed to take on her adventures with Steven. One he remembered fondly, it was when they first fused. The way they danced so awkwardly on the beach that evening was a silly, but precious memory. He placed a hand on the photo, quietly reminiscing on times long gone.

"I miss you, Jam Buddy." Steven whispered before heading toward his destination.

Steven felt like an idiot for not bringing his sleep ware with him to the bathroom. Typically he would grab, at a bare minimum, a change of boxers and a pair of shorts. But in his haste, neglected to even check to see if there were even any clean towels before getting the tub. He didn't want to put his old clothes just to walk out into the hallway, considering he found such a thing filthy and quite below even Amethyst. She would change outfits periodically and often after showering. Then again, with her being an actual Gem, she can just create clothing for herself at will, a trait he didn't have but was really wishing he did.

"Come on. This is just getting comical by this point." Steven groaned at his routine of misfortune this evening. He looked down at the cloth hamper, and shook his head. He refused to dig through the dirty laundry for his clothes anyway. The last thing he wanted to do is touch Priyanka's undergarments. He just has to go naked, and pray the former physician didn't happen to be in the hallway just as he exited. Given his luck so far tonight, Steven expected that to be the case. He took a deep breath before opening the door, sticking his head out as he scanned the area. No one in sight. He honestly couldn't believe it, exhaling with much relief. Steven made his way down towards the living, looking forward to the sleep he was desperately in need of. As he reached the bottom, his heart jumped hard in his chest when he locked eyes with Priyanka, sitting down on the pullout bed. He didn't know what scared him more, the fact she had waited for him to come down, or the neutral, cold stare she gave him. Steven had nearly forgotten he was indeed nude, and when he did, he hastily covered himself in shame with both hands.

"O-oh, Priyanka. What a surprise." The young man said in a faux casual tone. "Um, what are you doing up so late?"

The woman's eyes hardly blinked as she just looked at him, causing his anxiety to increase. Priyanka's brown eyes were piercing through him like a lion stalking a wounded gazelle. Steven knew he was screwed at this point. He broke curfew, he somehow awoke Priyanka from her drunk slumber, more than likely when he took his shower, and now he was walking around nude in her home as if he owned the place. All of these were unintentional but that didn't really matter now as his housemate continued to look at him silently.

Finally, Priyanka beckoned him over with a finger, and Steven complied, slowly walking over as he maintained coverage on his private area. He stood in front of his housemate, looking away from her gaze that still didn't change. Steven's cheeks burned with a red blush. He felt like even if he had his clothes on, he might as well be naked from how exposed he felt under her vision. He was waiting for it, the yelling, the scolding he knew he deserved. He probably had her worried from not returning on time and put her through more stress than before. He just wished that she would get it over with. He knew what she wanted to say.

"I blamed myself for her death. I blamed my Doug. I blamed you."

Steven was taken from his thoughts when he felt Priyanka's hand taking hold of one of his, removing it from his pelvis. When he looked at her, her blank stare was replaced with a soft smile, and concern was present in her ebony irises. Steven felt his heartbeat slow down as he looked down at her. The sense of malice and disappointment he felt earlier vanished. Did he imagine it all?

"Come." Priyanka said in a motherly tone, as she patted the space next to her with her free hand. "Sit."

Steven did as she requested, taking his spot on the bed. He was still uncomfortable about being nude around her, and Priyanka being in her violet silk robe didn't help matters. The young man felt her squeeze his hand as she leaned on his shoulder. Steven felt Priyanka's breast cascade onto his forearm as she sighed. Faint alcohol vapors hit his nose as she nuzzled his neck. She had indeed been drinking as he suspected earlier, but to Steven's surprise Priyanka wasn't totaled. She had her sense and she had control. That knowledge settled part of his anxious mind.

"You're late." The woman said as she rocked side-to-side with her housemate. Her voice was surprisingly calm.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Priyanka." The young man sheepishly said.

"You had me worried to death." She placed kisses on his cheek as she spoke. Steven shuddered, trying his best not to think about what she was doing for the sake of chastity. "I stayed up with Pearl waiting for you to come home. I was worried something happened to you. I thought you might not come back. That you didn't want to come back." Her lips quivered with each word as her kisses became less controlled. "Just like how Doug abandoned me."

Those words hurt Steven more than any scolding Priyanka could have given him. "I wouldn't abandon you, Priyanka." He didn't know why he said that, it was just instinctive. She was hurting and she was lonely. He knew what that was like. He knew how he was sated from that pain.

{"It's okay Little Dude." Amethyst said as she held Steven against her bare chest. He was alight in a bright pink glow. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he slowly thrust in and out of her. He lacked rhythm and had about as much coordination as a baby panda, but she didn't judge him. "You'll get the hang of it soon. For a virgin, you're not half bad."

Steven paused as he caught his breath. "I'm sorry. You're beautiful. Very much so. It's just…" He wiped his eyes trying to stop himself from crying. "…I just wanted it to be her, you know? I wanted to give Connie my first time."

Amethyst chuckled lightly at the sentiment, holding his face in her hands and wiping the water from his cheeks. "It's okay, really. I don't mind that I wasn't your initial choice of fuck buddy, but hey, at least you're doing it with someone you can trust. Someone that you know loves and cares about ya, right? You trust me, right?"

Steven nodded, as he buried his face into her neck. Amethyst wouldn't hurt him, Steven knew that. She was probably the most loyal of all his friends. The purple Quartz stood by him during his spiral, despite how annoying, abusive and distant he made himself. She stood against him when he went too far with Jasper. She held him after he killed Eye-ball and Aquamarine. Amethyst was the only one that never held his grief against him.

"Would it help if I shaped-shift into her?" Amethyst offered.}

"No…" Steven said as he looked down at his hands.

"Steven, please…" Priyanka said as she reached over to his opposite cheek. "Look at me."

Steven knew what she was going to do. She wanted an escape. She wanted comfort. She wanted him. With a turn of his head, he gave into her pleading. The hybrid found a version of himself in her beautiful eyes. A version where he was lost, in pain, and begging for a remedy, praying for someone to give him a break from the suffering. "This is wrong, Priyanka." He admitted as he leaned in.

"I don't care, Steven." She affirmed as her lips met his halfway.

There was no true love in their display, but it was still love. Fitting that these two choose each other for their passion. One was a woman who devoted her time, energy, and mental fortitude to the art of medicine. The other was a man that was given the unique ability to heal any wounds, injury, or impairment with a simple lick or touch of saliva. They were healers in their own regards, and both had their own methods, and yet they couldn't fix their own symptoms of misery.

"Move your hand." Priyanka commanded after pausing their make-out session. Steven hesitated for a moment before complying. His arousal was on full display, only obscured by the darkness that pale moonlight couldn't reach. The woman smiled as she brought a curious hand to his phallus, lightly poking and teasing the glans, causing a small gasp to be produced from the man's lips. Priyanka giggled at her suitor's display. "My, my, Steven. For such a big boy, you're quite sensitive." She placed her hand on his thigh as she positioned herself in front of his laps. "I'm going to fix that for you." The woman opened his legs, allowing his genitals to breathe. Even though he had showered, she could detect the sweet aroma of sexual desires. Priyanka knew she had him at her mercy. Just like that first night he entered her home after years of distance. This was her cure to loneliness. Her remedy to almost a decade of misery. Steven was the cause of her pain, and he would be her placebo.

"Wait, Ms. Maheswaran-ngh!" Steven was cut off by Priyanka's teeth lightly scraping his tip.

"What did I say about calling me "Ms. Maheswaran"?!" She said sternly.

"I'm sorry, Priyanka-aah!" Steven cried out as her tongue swirled over him, easing whatever pain was caused by her earlier threat.

"You'll only refer to me as "Mother", is that understood, Steven?" Her tone shifted to sweet on a dime, as she returned to oral massage her partner.

"Yes, Moth-Mother!" The young man breathed through his teeth.

She was rusty but from how he let out the occasional gasp of pleasure, she knew her skills from a long marriage didn't leave her. Besides, if she wanted him to listen, Steven had to first see the benefits of being her obedient toy. Priyanka paused right when she felt him begin to lose himself in pleasure, but not before giving his dick a flick from her tongue for good measure. She stood up from her kneeling position allowing her robe to fall graciously to the floor. She stood before him like an idol to the Moon Goddess; proud, commanding, and radiated a beauty that was only fitting for the divine.

"Follow me." Two simple words. But when they came from Priyanka, it was more than a simple command.

{"I swear Priyanka, I'm surprised I'm not a grandmother yet." The mailwoman complained to the physician as they gossip. "When they think they are alone in the basement, they go at it like rabbits. And they are about twice as loud as cats in heat."

"Ugh, I swear, people have no respect for others nowadays." Priyanka said annoyed at the news, but in reality she was secretly envious. "I mean, it's like they don't even care that it's your home at all."

"I know right, but I got them back."

"Oh really, how?"

"Well, one day I was tired from work, and when I walked into the front door, guess what I heard? Those two going at it again. I was so exhausted and annoyed from walking across Beach City I decided to march down those stairs and give them a piece of my mind. But when I got ready to bang on the door, I saw that they forgot to lock it. So, I got a fun idea."

"Barbara!" Priyanka gasped. "You didn't?!"

"I did. I kicked open that door, and gave those two hornballs the third degree. Oh, you should have seen the look on their faces hun." Barbara said, laughing at the memory. "Sadie was desperately trying to hide herself behind the top of the couch and I never seen that boy Steven turned brighter shade of pink before in my life. But after getting a good look at him, I kinda understand why they were so loud."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh please, Priyanka. We both know you're not as much of a prude as you make yourself out to be. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Please don't tell him you're talking about Steven's phallus." She sighed, taking a drink of her tea.

"You call it a "phallus"." Barbara scoffed. "What I saw was a sword fitting of a king. And mean he was packing like camper honey."

"Come on, Barb. You got to be exaggerating." Priyanka knew she wasn't, she seen it herself, plenty of time. Sometimes by accident, other times it was a "purposeful accident." Say what you will, Steven was thorough when it came to his showers, much to his housemate's enjoyment.

"Priyanka, when have I ever lied about eye candy?"

"Fair enough. But even so, I don't see why you have to go into detail about it to me."

"Because I want to know whether or not you've taken a ride of that bull?"

Priyanka spit out her drink, caught off guard by the question. "Great Heavens Barbara?!" She exclaimed as she coughed out the tea. "What the hell?!"

"Oh don't act like you ain't thought about it, Priyanka. I know you still love Doug, but he's probably moved on by now, and with how long it's been since you've done the forbidden tango, I think about time you move on as well. Especially with someone with some pretty decent equipment living under your roof."

"Okay first of all, I have never, not even once, thought about having such a relationship with Steven." Priyanka said, lying through her teeth. "Second, I don't care how well-endowed he is, I don't want to have such a relationship with him. And I doubt he even would want to have such a relationship with someone that old enough to be his mother."

Barbara just started giggling as her cheeks began to blush. "You say that, but you'd be surprised that Steven doesn't really care. After all, Amethyst is his main squeeze."

Priyanka almost felt stupid for that one. How could she forget how old those Gems actually were? Considering they don't really age by human standards, she be forgiven for forgetting. "That's right. Well, regardless, even though Amethyst might be, if not over, hundreds years old, Gems don't exactly get gray hairs or grow aging lines."

"That didn't stop him from "apologizing" for the noise he made." Barbara casually remarked. "Besides, he said that he has a thing for girls with "a dash of snow on the roof". Oh, did you know he could shape-shift his tongue?"

Priyanka was stunned after hearing those words coming out her mouth. "He what?!"

"I'm telling you honey, he fucks like a king, but he'll service you like your his queen. By the time he was done, I felt like he gave me back 20 years. I hadn't gotten a go in the sack like that since me and Vidalia were around his age."

"Okay, okay. I get it. I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about Steven's sexual prowess while sipping tea, thank you." Priyanka said, trying her hardest not to ask Barbara to leave so she could have some alone time.}

"Oh look at you now, Steven." Priyanka said as she walked around the bed. The man in question was bound by a pair of silver cuffs that secured his hands behind his back. Steven was on his knees, blindfolded on top of the comforter. He could hear the woman's footsteps as she circled him like a shark. "All that strength you possess, and yet you allowed me to subdue you. Didn't attempt to resist. Just like last time."

Steven said nothing, remembering the sting of slap that struck his face when he responded to her prodding. He felt Priyanka's hand trail from his nape to the base of his back. Steven shivered at her touch.

"Does this excite you?" Priyanka whispered in his ear, only making him shudder more as her breath warmed his skin. She danced her fingers around his waist, dragged them across his muscular thighs, before having them climbing on top of his twitching phallus. "You know, just because you're silent, doesn't mean you aren't telling more than enough information, young man." The ebony woman grasps hold of his member, slowly stroking him. A smile creeped across Priyanka's purple lips when she watched Steven bite his lips, struggling not to let his voice escape. "I really want to believe you're doing this because you are such a good boy, wanting to please your Mother." When her hand reached his base, the honey in her words became vinegar as she harshly squeezed his jewels.

Steven jerked from the pain, turning his heading, trying not to groan. Priyanka's grin was more vindictive as she pulled him back towards her face. "But I know you. Better than you think." She took the chance to nibble his ear as her grip tightened. "You still have that fire of rebellion in your heart, don't you? You're trying to deny your voice. But let me remind you that you are indebted to me. So you, Steven, belong to me, which means that every little bit of you is owned by me. And I won't be denied what is rightfully owed to me. So, let me hear it. Let's hear your voice sing my name."

"For-Forgive me, Priyanka." Steven said through bated breath, causing her clamp harder on him.

"How many times must I tell you; You will refer to me as "Mother" while you are in my chambers." Priyanka's harsh tone concealed the excitement she felt. He played his role perfectly. Steven did exactly as she said, knowing well it was the incorrect choice. She could feel that lustful poison drip from her nether as his breath was almost heavy as he felt in her hand. "Do you enjoy this pain? Do you get off on making me angry?" She looked down and saw his erection. He was leaking from all stimulation. "Why am I even asking you when it is as plain as day, randi."

Priyanka positioned herself in front of Steven before taking her soiled hand away from his phallus, and examined the fluid that stained her fingers. It was viscous and clear, and had a sweet scent to it. Sampling the substance, she found its taste satisfactory.

"I see you have been keeping up with my diet plan, child." The ebony woman praised, despite her voice being somewhat mild. It was the type of voice a doctor would use when going over routine exams.

"I have, Mother. If it is in the service of pleasing you, then I shall do so." The captive man said. He knew what was coming next when he felt her grasp his cheeks and pull his face towards her.

"You deserve a reward. Open your mouth, ganda suar."

Steven parted his lips without a word, much his mistress's delight. Priyanka's tongue invaded his mouth as she pressed her weight against his, forcing him on his back. The hybrid didn't turn away or try to resist her advance, instead returning the kisses. While aggressive, her actions were controlled and calculated. Priyanka didn't want to lose herself completely, not just yet. She wanted to savor her prize. Steven was perfect in every regard when it came to this game they played. He never complained nor did he push away from her in a serious manner. The cuffs were more for the aesthetics and Priyanka's personal enjoyment than to seriously keep him in check. Steven could have easily broken out of his restraints without much effort if he wanted to, but he chose not to her. That's what made it all the better for the divorcee. The only thing that bothered her was that he rarely smiled during their private time.

"Don't stop, you freak." Priyanka begged as she rocked her hips on Steven's face. His elongated tongue was buried in her vagina, slowly dancing inside her tight cavern. "I'm so glad Barbara told me about this. How dare you give her this kind of pleasure before me?"

Steven continued to navigate her cunt with his mouth as she rode him. 'Let her have her fun.' He thought to himself. It felt nice that she was giving his dick a break from her touch. After being on edge for the past hour, it was well deserved. Priyanka didn't taste bad in his opinion, quite good in fact. He figured she had used some of that flavored lubricant she kept in her drawer. 'Make her happy.' The hybrid increased the girth of his tongue and began pushing himself deeper into her pussy, causing Priyanka to shudder in delight. 'Make her feel loved.'

"Yess~! Service your Queen!" The woman moaned and grabbed his temple for support. If you asked her a few years ago if this was something she'd enjoy, you would have gotten a look of disgust and an unhealthy dose of bear mace for your troubles. If you asked her now, she'd tell you how she couldn't go a day without his tongue. It felt divine. Despite the fact she had a child, she felt like a virgin with how he filled her completely. 'I get what you mean, Barb.' Priyanka thought to herself. 'I feel the time rewinds as he goes deeper.' Despite the bliss that enveloped her, she needs to move on, or else they would be like this until morning. Priyanka tapped his forehead twice, causing Steven to stop and revert his tongue to normal. "You did an excellent job, Steven." She praised, catching her breath. Her brown eyes glanced down at him. To her disappointment, there wasn't even a grin on Steven's lips, just the results of his work, which smeared her purple lip marks. Priyanka reached down, cupping his cheek, before placing a gentle kiss on his nose.

"Thank you, Mother." Steven said as he caught this breath. "It is a pleasure to please you."

"And pleased me you did. You are getting much more skilled with your tongue. I can't help but wonder where you learned such a magnificent trick."

"Yo, Little Dude. Wanna see this cool trick I can do with my tongue?"

"It… just came to me, Mother." Steven said dejectedly. "It's honestly nothing special."

"Oh, you are underselling yourself and your skills, my child." Priyanka straddled herself on top of his pelvis. She reached behind her back, glancing at his endowment. The doctor knew he was nearly at his limit by the way it twitched and leaked in her at her touch. However, any joy she was taking in her actions were diminished by Steven's face. His lips were still neutral, and even though she couldn't see his eyes through the blindfold, the woman knew he wasn't really enjoying himself by the tone in his voice. She began to wonder if that was the case, then why not use the safe word? Why didn't he break free from his bindings? Priyanka knew that Steven was more than strong enough to stop this at any point he wished. So why not do so if he didn't find this courtship to his liking?

'Why do you stay?' She thought to herself as she positioned herself above his member. "Here, let me reward you for being such a good boy, Steven." Priyanka said in a sultry tone that contradicted her thoughts.

Her movements were slow at first, pacing herself as her body was still sensitive from their earlier session of foreplay. Priyanka wanted to enjoy the feeling of Steven inside her body. She wanted him to fill that void she had remained hollow since her husband left her. As her motions became quicker, euphoria began to take over. Precautions and reasoning were thrown out the window as she slammed her wide hips against his own. Sparks flew passed her vision as she gripped his shoulders for support, digging her nails into his lightly tan complexion. Her mind was trapped in a lightning storm of ecstasy as their sex collided repeatedly.

"Moth-Mother! Too fast!" The man groaned as struggling to hold out.

'To be doing this, to be having such a relationship with my late daughter's best friend, her crush, is so shameful. Yet, I can't stop letting myself fall into this pattern. Steven is the best kind of a forbidden fruit."

"Priyanka-ah!" Steven gasped. "Pull me out."

The woman ignored him as his request only added more kindling to her fire. Her movements were no longer controlled, but more animalistic. She placed a hand on her breast, just above her heart, as she fell into her desires. Priyanka closed her eyes as her body began to respond.

"Give me…" She breathed out through her moans. "Give me another daughter."

Steven's voice was caught in his throat as he registered what Priyanka requested. "Priyanka. No, not like this!" He begged. "It wouldn't be right."

"I don't care!" The woman as cried as the climax took her, removedthe blindfold from his face. She looked into his pink irises as she held on to his face. "I want another daughter. So shut up, and cum inside me already!"

Steven really didn't want to say it, but Priyanka had officially crossed the line. He could take the verbal abuse, he could take the physical torture, but he was not, and will not, let this happen. It was time for the safe word. "Connie!"

Suddenly, everything came crashing down for the woman. All the pleasure she had experience up until this point disappeared, and Priyanka came back to her senses. With all of her strength, she push her off Steven, removing him phallus from her vagina. Finally free from her grasp, the young man relaxed, allowing himself to climax. Priyanka was locked in a thousand-yard stare as she watch him ejaculate. She began to hyperventilate as the gravity of the situation came down on her. The woman wanted to throw up as she felt her shake violently.

"What have I done?" Priyanka began asking herself. She never thought they would ever get to the point where Steven would have to use her daughter's name to stop things from going too far. It's why she chose it in the first place. Priyanka gripped her graying hairs as she rocked from back and forth on the bed. "I'm sorry Steven. I'm sorry Doug. I'm sorry Connie." She professed in a mantra of apologies, as her vision became overwhelmed by tears.

Priyanka felt herself being enveloped by Steven as she struggled to calm down. Even after all she put him through, he still cared for her. "It's okay, Priyanka." Steven said while stroking her hair. "It's okay."

The woman leaned into her housemate's frame as she sobbed. "I'm sorry…" Priyanka continued quietly. At least he smiled when he held her in his arms.