Here to feed the prisoner… and anything else she can get away with.

"On the orders of My Diamond, I'm here to bring you fff-ooood. I'd never touch the stuff myself, but apparently you actually need to eat." Canary pulled a cart with one of those stereotypical silver trays atop it into the room, and pulled the lid off once it was in front of her 'prisoner'.

Griffith felt rivulets of saliva course out his mouth as the sights and smells of his favorite food overwhelmed him.

"Are… are those pancakes?" the blanket-clad hunk asked, not quite believing the glorious sight before him.

"Yes, with choc-olate chips, eggs, and straw-berrys." Canary replied, unaware that her words caused tears to well up in the man's eyes.

Six mouthfuls of heaven into the finest ambrosia Griffith had seen in days, a question tugged at him. "Wait, if nobody needs to eat around here, then how do you know about pancakes and eggs?"

"My Diamond commissioned and ran extensive studies regarding the bizarre things you said while you were… regenerating power."

"I was, uh, sleep talking?" He asked with a slight blush, embarrassed that anybody—let alone that beautiful golden monarch—had heard his unconscious ramblings. "And what do you mean 'your' Diamond? Don't you mean Yellow Diamond?"

Canary shook her head while stalking closer, "Do you use your speech capabilities for anything but questions? Eh, at least you're sexy… you see, Organic, in Gem culture, everyone states their superiors by saying 'my' in reference to the Gems ranked above her. For example: My Agate, My Emerald, and…" the leering woman draped herself over Griffith and let her fingers crawl down his body until they stroked dangerously near his cock, "… I want you to call me 'My Pearl'."

Canary snaked an avaricious hand under the man's blanket and groped about with reckless abandon; paralyzing Griffith as she stole meaty handfuls of his nethers and ass.

"Keep eating Griff-ith, don't mind me~" she cooed, sliding her deceptively strong fingers all over his cock in a shameless display of the power she possessed over him. The sexy prisoner gasped and arched his spine, flushing and hyperventilating as a rough handjob was forced by this wiry woman.

With a flapjack hanging partially out of gritted teeth, he wrestled the handsy lady groping his cock; when she fought back with equal strength to keep her mitts on Griffith's most private parts, the spaceman took to actual fighting.

His only cover was the first thing to go, ripped off by the horny handmaiden in her initial lunge just so she could eyeball his penis while they locked hands. They circled with intent for dominance, pressing and pulling to throw the other off balance; she blew taunting kisses at him as she struggled for an advantageous position. Even though Griffith wasn't a modicum stronger than his opponent, the Pearl wasn't about to crush this Human. His slutty reputation belied that he was a skilled fighter with years of experience, and techniques she couldn't predict or counter. Especially since she thought they were just play fighting.

Griffith hooked her ankle with his heel and rode Canary to the ground in a powerful submission hold: Her wrists pinned, long legs spread, and scanty leotard slipping off her body until her tits popped free, the slender woman was laid supine on the granite underneath Griffith's hips. The handsome man smiled upon her with immense condescension, proud to be astride the struggling Gem.

His huge, flaccid cock nestled between Canary's bare breasts up to her clavicle as she tried to break the hold. Stopping to take in their situation, the two nude combatants blushed vibrant shades of saffron and crimson, sharing the exact same thought:

This is a really compromising position.