A potential tryst, interrupted.

Staring up into Griffith's eyes but letting her gaze drift to the huge cock nestled between her breasts, Pearl breathed, "Put it in me."

"What?!" He said, taken aback, losing his grip on her wrists as she made her advance.

"I've read the reports, I know what this beautiful appendage is for. I want you inside me." Canary propositioned, biting a lip in lurid flirtation. "Show me what that weapon of yours can do. "

"Wait, no! I,— Mmphh!!"

She interrupted his flustered denial with a kiss on the lips, knocking him off her and onto his back. Now Griffith was floored, a sudden reversal made while he was stunned that wound up with Canary straddling him; his own wrists pinned, and his own hips clamped between her slender thighs. Even the prisoner's large endowment was trapped in this mimicked submission hold, and Griffith grunted, for his punished cock was the only part of his sexy body that hadn't fully healed yet, and the slutty handmaiden was hardly ignoring his privates while astride him.

"Hahaha, gotcha, Human! Not as much fun on the bottom, is it?" She cooed, grinding against his cock and waggling her eyebrows at his blushing visage. "Aww, what's with that scared face? I'm just playing~"

While the nude spaceman writhed underneath Canrary's giggling, half-dressed form, a thunderous click-clack of high heeled boots approached the two wrestlers; sounding like they belonged to a forty-foot woman, and growing softer as the sound encroached.

Yellow Diamond herself was stalking towards them.

Pearl practically leapt off her "playmate's" cock, scrambling to her feet and adjusting her scanty uniform as she tried to hide her deep flush of exertion and arousal. Her toy was left as an afterthought, still lying naked on the granite as the Pearl attempted to make herself seem even vaguely professional.

Sneaking up behind her when she stood to attention, Griffith snaked a few nimble fingers into Canary's skimpy, strapless leotard and yanked it off her chest— exposing two perky little melons, and prompting her to shriek in embarrassment. Within a scarce moment of his sophomoric prank, the Pearl tackled him to the ground, and went to town groping, torquing, and generally manhandling Griffith's naked body… at the exact second Yellow Diamond walked in.

"Pearl," the golden Goddess seethed through gritted teeth, cracking the stone doorframe in her iron grip as several emotions overtook her. Reducing a chunk of stone to rubble in one graceful hand, she asked her assistant, "Is the subject in stable condition?"

"Y-yes, My Diamond." Canary said, losing her mind. "The human is in p-p-perfect health."

"Then you are excused." The monarch ordered, "Leave my prescense this instant— I need a little time… alone with him."

The glare that Yellow shot Griffith… it wasn't like before— it was like she had plans for him, and there wasn't the slightest trace of kindness in her eyes.

Canary absconded, an expression displaying the idealized form of humiliation on her vividly flushed face. Tiny tits bouncing like ripened fruit, she ran away; leaving Griffith to face down the glowering, pissed-off matriarch alone.