[ it's not something that's a direct memory of hers. she knows the sensations: the way her body trembles, the way her muscles clench and loosen all at once, the fullness of stelle inside of her, so roughly stretched with so little preparation - the sound her girlfriend makes...she recognizes it, all through a fog. it's something she's felt but not something she's experienced.

just like when she tried to destroy humanity.

but it's impossible to think about it that way for more than the briefest moment, not after all the growing she and her other half have done. not while kiana's here, with stelle, her arms draped over stelle's shoulders. not when kiana's so focused on running her hand through the trailblazer's hair and petting her encouragingly, or on squeezing her tightly in desperation for more contact than they already have.

definitely not when she's busy trilling out moans, or leaning into stelle's ear and says what's on her mind: ]

Good girl, good girl. You're so pretty, Stelle. So strong...you'll try really hard to breed me, right? Then we'll have to stay with you.