We are almost at the new session.

It is hard to believe we have been on this meteor for so long. It is more difficult to believe that we are near our second chance to win this game. I do not know what we will see there – what kind of new worlds there are, or what new creatures might be there other than the post scratch humans. Lord English can be there, for all we know. The feeling is exhilarating, yet dreadful at the same time. There is potential that we will not survive. I would miss everyone too much – Rose is another tale all together. Rose and I have known each other for what she calls three "years". I do not know what I would do without her. We have done many things together – as many things as we can do on this meteor and with each other to make our bond stronger. We have hesitated on one issue, however.

Sex.

We have come close to these relations before, but we stopped before that step due to reluctance. I am not hesitant in the fact that I want to have these relations with Rose. That is the last thing that I could possibly be worried about. I am not sure what the implications will be if we do have sex – at least, between a human and a troll. It is one thing to not have bucket, as there are no drones here and cleanup is relatively easy when one has strong enough cleaning instruments. It is another problem all together to not know what will happen if we do something like this. I am sure Rose is hesitant for the same reason.

That is why we have discussed things like anatomy, how the lower regions work, and how the mating process works for each species. There will be no surprises about the other's genitals, and the mating process is so similar that it may as well be the same situation, without the traditional bucket to expel extra fluid into. I have explained how trolls can switch between having bone bulges and nooks if they wish, though it requires a couple days. Bone bulges have tenticular glands, also called a tentabulge for both nooks and bone bulges, that release the tentacle, and it has little slits throughout to release genetic material. Personally, I prefer having a nook. The nook tentabulge does not release fluid like a bone bulge would. In fact, nooks are very similar to a human female's anatomy. The difference being that I do not have what she calls a "clitoris", and she does not have a tenticular gland. I must say that she was more than a little surprised when learning about this facet of troll anatomy. She asked many questions about how it is stimulated, and how it works. Suffice to say, she said it is essentially a lubricated, moving duplicate of a male human's –

It seems I am veering off my original train of thought.

Rose has played what she calls the "devil's advocate", whispering in my ear the kind of things she would like to do with me. She has even done so in front of others, making sure her voice was soft enough that they could not hear. It sends a chill down my spinal erector – makes me think about things I want her to do with me, and what I want to do to her. That woman drives me mad. I know she wants it. I know I want it. I am trying to throw caution to the wind – unfortunately, it is not easy for me to do that.

Rose has requested my presence in her room today. This is not an unusual request. With what I have been thinking about lately, it gives me a strange feeling in my digestive acid sac. I am walking down her hallway – her room happens to be at the far end of it. This is a wonderful thing, since we are away from prying eyes, for the most part. We decided to decorate the hallway to her room a tad to make the walk less eerie. The passage to her room is rather dim compared to others for mysterious reasons. We do not really care to find out why. After passing the familiar decoration, I reach her door. I knock in a beat – it is how we know it is one of us on the other side of the door. It is not anything complicated, nor is it simple. It works very well for its purpose.

"Come in, Kanaya."

I push the door open, looking around. Huh. Nothing seems to be out of order. She is sitting on her bed, knitting. She looks up from her needle work and smiles at me as I walk in and shut the door behind me. Rose is in the attire she wore on earth – I am wearing what I wore on Alternia so I should not be talking. It might just be me, but I cannot help noticing that it is rather formfitting on her. Perhaps she forgot to enlarge it? I also cannot help thinking that it shows off every part of her body. Perhaps it is best that I do not stand here and ogle her – wait. This could be my chance to cast away my inhibitions. Maybe, if I am obvious about it, she will make the most of the opportunity. Trying not to gawk at her, I aim for a longing gaze. Occasionally I look away, and when I look back I take a glance at her eyes for a tiny moment. I bite my lip slightly as I eye her up and down. Why is hinting for what I want this awkward?

Rose smirks, putting her knitting needles, along with whatever she is making, on her lap. Turning her hand, she moves her index finger forward and back in a "come here" kind of motion. I gulp. Come on caution – I know you want to be in the wind by now. I move toward her until I am standing in front of her. She picks up her needles and yarn work. I wonder what she is making. It seems like she is making a unique color pattern. I am certainly intrigued –

"Kanaya?"

Bone bulge licker. I must have stared at her creation for too long.

I glance up and catch Rose staring at my neck. She looks down at her creation, and back again. She gives a subtle nod, as if reassuring herself.

"Kanaya, would you care to try something on for me?"

Raising my eyebrow, I give an uncertain nod. Usually, I am the one to ask her to try attire on. She stands up, taking her knitting off her lap and holding it by both sides with each respective hand. I move a couple paces toward her, so she does not have to move too far – I am standing right in front of her now. Rose takes her creation, needles still in it – though she carefully moves them so she will not pierce me. Whatever it is – it looks like a shirt collar – she puts it behind my head, and around my neck, pulling me closer. It is the point that our breaths are mingling. It is warm, and fuzzy – great for the days when it becomes colder on the meteor. I can see Rose contemplating as she shifts her stare from my neck to my face. She is, most likely, trying to gauge my reaction. I did tell her that I get cold more often than not on this meteor. This is very sweet of her.

"Does it fit?"

It does, however, it is a little too itchy for me. Then again, nothing can be perfect – not even Rose. I concentrate on my thoughts for a moment. There are many things about Rose that are not appealing – her penchant for sarcasm before revealing something of utmost importance, her want to hide her emotions though she needs to let them out, and how she always thinks of everyone else besides herself. Though, the last of the three faults mentioned is a fault I share with her. Her good traits balance out her bad ones, however. This is why I am flushed this deeply for her. She is imperfect – yet, she fits perfectly with me.

"Perfectly."

Rose sighs – presumably one of relief. She smiles, and puts my hands in her own. Her knitting falls off of my neck and onto the floor, and the needles hit the floor with a noticeable clank. We choose to ignore it. She side steps a couple of times, turning me with her, until we have reversed positions. We have often done this – but there tends to be music on, and it is more rhythmic. This is more like she turned me around for the sake of turning me around. I feel like she is up to something. I think I am right, considering that conniving grin on her face. Before I can attempt to figure out what she is planning, she shoves me down on the bed; before I can blink she is straddling me. When I open my eyes, I see her toothy grin. The locks of hair not held back by her headband fall toward me. I lift my hand, and place it on her cheek. Without removing my hand, I try to place the fallen locks behind her ear. Rose's smile grows wider as she leans down and kisses me. Her lips are as appetizing as they have always been.

I remove my hand from her face, and place both hands on her lower back – her clothes really are tight – I can feel every motion, every muscle, and every twitch her body makes as my hands roam throughout the kiss. Massaging the top of my ear with her fingers, she traces the outline of the lobe with a tender touch. As the kiss becomes more and more passionate, Rose places a hand under my shirt and gropes my chest, perhaps a little too roughly. Her hands are the perfect temperature, not too cool and not too hot. My breath is getting harder and harder to catch. Though I do not want to stop the kiss, I do need to breathe. Unfortunately, or thankfully, she stops the kiss first, taking her hand out from under my shirt. She raises herself up so I can see the entirety of her upper body while she straddles me. In one fell swoop she throws her headband, shirt, and bra off. She glances back and forth between my shirt and my eyes while biting her lip. She has a look in her eyes – like she wants me to do something really badly. I am going to assume she wants my shirt off.

I oblige her, of course. My shirt barely hits the floor when Rose goes after my neck. She rubs my chest gently – it seemed like she was in a hurry earlier, for some reason. But now, she is taking her time – biting, nibbling, and sucking in all the right places along the side of my neck. She starts to lick downward toward the vestigial chest sac she is massaging, and when she finally gets down far enough, she takes the other in her mouth. I am making too much noise for my own liking – it is so hard to keep it down when she is terribly, terribly good at this. My fingers scratch deeper into her mid back as she kisses back upward to my mouth, removing her hand from my chest. At first I do not know she did stopped what she was doing; yet when her mouth reaches my lips for a quick peck and move upward, I realize what she is going to do – I shudder in anticipation.

Rose's lips reach the base of one of my horns, and her hand wraps around the base of the other. She licks leisurely – teasingly – at the base of one, and rubs the other agonizingly slow. I do not want to be the only one feeling this kind of pleasure. I have only been on the receiving end of things thus far. I will not allow that to be true the whole time. In the position she is in, Rose has poised her breasts in front of my face. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck on it – suck on it hard. It must have surprised her, because I feel her body jump above me – I know it was the good kind of jump, otherwise she would have stopped me right away. Using one of my hands, I tweak her other nipple as she moans onto my horns and rubs the other faster. My nook is aching for attention – I want Rose to help me with it this time. I want her badly. I want her so badly that I could –

I could throw caution to the wind.

I move my mouth off of her chest while I maneuver my hand off her nipple and onto her lower back. Moving my other hand down, I use one finger to trace circles with the tip of my claws as I go. I can feel Rose shiver as I go lower and lower. When I reach the band of her skirt, I run my finger up and down the hem a couple of times before I finally place my hand under it. Her inner thigh is smooth and soft – I fear my claws might hurt her. Her moaning is saying otherwise though, and her breath hitches every time I get close to her undergarments and go back downward. After I feel I have done enough teasing, I decide to try teasing in a different way. I take two of my fingers, placing them where the slit for a nook would be, and press against her through her panties. Rose gasps, taking her mouth off my horn and gripping the other tightly. Heat radiates from behind her underwear – I want her skirt off. I want her under garment off. I want them off now. I will rip them off if I have to.

…That sounds like an excellent plan, actually.

I tear at her skirt – ripping it and throwing it to the floor. Her underwear fares no better. Rose starts to say my name in a tone of astonishment, but before she can finish I put two of my fingers inside of her – the end of my name turns into an elongated whimper. I try to find her clitoris, and it is not long after my search starts when I find it. I use my fingers to rub circles on it – making sure to rub gently. Her mouth is off of my horn now – both of her hands are now gripping each one for what I can only guess is support. I vary my speed, going from slow to fast, and back to slow again. I feel her body leaning into it – her breathing stopping and restarting with every touch. The hand I have on her back moves toward my skirt of its own accord; however, removing the garment is entirely my idea. Her entire slit, and her opening, is wet with the same need I know I have right now. I need to get my skirt and underwear off, as fast as possible.

I insert another finger in her opening and use the hand to undo the buttons of my skirt, toss it somewhere, as well as doing the same for my underwear after I tear it off. The freedom is immensely gratifying. My tenticular gland is about to burst open and let out its tentacle before I want it to. I vary my pressure, pushing and releasing in repetitive motion – and moving my fingers this way and that inside of her, trying to elicit more moans and groans out of her. It is a little while longer before I cannot take it anymore – my tentabulge gradually comes out until it reaches its full length. I want to play with her a little more before I insert myself into her, but it feels like I am going to explode if I wait any longer. Before I put it in, I want to make sure that she is okay with this – that there are no second thoughts.

"Rose?"

I look up toward her face. That way, when she looks down, she can see mine. Her face is flush, and glistening with sweat. I am sure mine is too. Rose gives me a quizzical look, gathering her breath in preparation to ask what it is. I beat her to it.

"Are you sure you are okay with this?"

She hesitates for a small moment. Smiling, she kisses me on my forehead.

"There is not a doubt in my mind."

I beam back at Rose – there are no words for how flushed I am. No word can ever come close to how I feel right now, or how I always will. I move the tip of myself to her opening after I remove my fingers. I look up at her one more time for reassurance from her, and she nods. With that, I insert my appendage little by little; I am trying to make sure that it does not hurt her. I see no sign of pain on her face – she told me that if one is prepped and wet enough the first time they have sex, it does not hurt much or at all. I decide to continue until I am all the way in.

Rose tightens around me, constricting my tentacle's movement quite a bit. It feels amazing – and judging by how she is saying my name, it must feel incredible to her as well. I start out with tender strokes inside her as she moves up and down, which eventually starts a rhythm. As we go on, I realize that I want more of her – need more of her. I make use of my hands and grope Rose's breasts in time with the pace we have. I can feel my climax coming closer and closer as her body clenches me more and more. She is bucking her hips downward and I am bucking my hips upward for what seems to be the same goal – to get as much of me inside of her as possible.

It is not much longer before she nearly screams my name – her body quivering on top of me, and her insides becoming tighter than ever before. I feel fluids come downward, leaking around the sides of my tentabulge. Her grip loosens on my horns and she falls on to me, her head landing on the crook of my neck. Almost all of my energy is spent, so I would not be surprised if hers is too. I am surprised she could even breathe with all the moaning she was doing. I thrust a couple more times before I cannot handle anymore, and my genetic material seeps out of my nook, spraying upward into her and leaking downward slowly. Soon, I snake myself back into my tenticular gland while I wrap my arms around Rose.

Generally, she falls asleep first when we are together. Tonight, with how she looks, will be no exception. She turns her head, kissing me on the cheek. She lets out a yawn before she attempts to speak.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Rose."

She nuzzles into me before she rolls off of lie beside me. Rose cuddles into me further once she is settled on a position. I kiss her forehead; as predicted, she is fast asleep not even a moment later. Even my eyes are beginning to shut. This certainly is a tiring process. One thing is for sure, though.

I will always remember our first time.