Текст книги "Berries and Greed"

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She smiled back up at me, watching as I leapt for the next one, then the next. Oh no, the zoomies were back. Restless energy buzzed under my skin, power coiling in my muscles as I jumped between stalactites, then raced down the opposite wall and across the floor on all fours to do it again.

I heard Beryl laugh as I raced past her to do a lap around the room, my hands and feet thumping against rock and packed earth. I wasn’t any more coordinated in this form, so I skidded through the dirt a few times, climbing up the walls so I wouldn’t crash into them when I couldn’t slow down in time.

“Greid, I’ve never seen you move so fast,” Beryl called, making me slow as I loped across the room toward her. I was panting a little, my tongue lolling out of my mouth.

Breathless, I perched on one of the nest’s flat rocks and crossed my legs, my twin hearts pounding with exhilaration. “I’m ready to talk about stuff, Beryl.”

It felt easier while I was in this form, while we were down in this dark, deep room with the earth surrounding us. Like I could share all my secrets with her and they’d stay locked up in here.

Except these were secrets that would follow us back up. Hopefully, anyway. Unless Beryl was horrified by the things I wanted.

Well, she already knew one thing I wanted. I’d nearly died of embarrassment when I admitted it to her, the memory of Agma’s shock and disdain flashing in front of my eyes. The way she’d recoiled, shaking her head and telling me it wasn’t normal for me to want that.

I shoved back the memories to see Beryl blinking in surprise. But she nodded, wriggling her butt to get comfier in the nest. I wanted to curl up in there with her. Maybe take a nap in the dark and quiet of the deeproom while clinging to her soft frame.

“Okay.” She smiled at me. “If you feel ready. Wait, have you smoked today?”

“No, I haven’t. And I do feel ready, but…” I dragged a claw over the rock. “I don’t really know… Um, I mean, what do you want to know?”

“Well…” She cocked her head. “I noticed while I was watching the porn that it all seemed really aggressive between demiurgus. Like they were all constantly fighting for dominance. For the upper hand in the situation.”

I cringed. “Yeah.”

She was watching me carefully. “Do you like that?”

I shook my head immediately. “No. No way. I’m not, um, at all dominant. Agma hated it.” I grimaced, hunching my shoulders. “Sorry for bringing her up again.”

“No, it’s totally fine. Of course she’s going to come up. Don’t worry, Greid.”

“Okay.” I swallowed thickly, keeping my head lowered. “It wasn’t only her, anyway. All the women I’ve been with, they never liked when I would just submit. They wanted a fight. They wanted me to try and overpower them as much as they were trying to overpower me. Demiurgus sex is… yeah, aggressive, like you said. And I’m just… not.”

She reached over and clasped my hand. “And that’s perfectly fine, Greid. That actually… um, well that suits me, really. I think I’m more dominant, but not in that way. Not in an aggressive way. I just like being in control.” She paused, then added, “During sex,” to make it crystal clear.

My cock twitched. Oh god, I could not get an erection. My boxer briefs would be no match for it in this form.

“I like taking the lead,” Beryl continued, and my cock twitched again. “Is that what… you want?”

“Yes,” I said hoarsely.

“Okay.” She squeezed my hand and released it to sit back. “So if you want, I could be like… your Domme.”

I felt faint.

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Chapter Thirty-Two

Greid

“Greid?” Beryl asked cautiously when I didn’t speak. All the blood was rushing from my brain further south. “Is that what you’re interested in?”

“Y-Yes,” I rasped.

Was this actually happening?

“Okay. Good. Me too.” Beryl was all business, which made my cock buck again as she sat back and pulled out her phone. “I made some notes while I was reading up on it yesterday. The internet is incredible, huh? I found out so much.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s… great,” I managed, furtively trying to adjust my dick as it threatened to poke out the waistband of my boxer briefs.

Beryl noticed, but said nothing, just tugged a blanket out from under her and handed it to me. I took it gratefully and draped it over my lap.

“Okay.” She peered at her phone screen. “So before we do anything, you know, of that nature, we need to establish what exactly you want.” Glancing up at me, she added, “I wouldn’t want to be your Domme twenty-four-seven, like in our day-to-day lives. Is that okay?”

“No, that’s fine,” I said quickly. “I wouldn’t want that either.”

I loved the dynamic we had already in that aspect—how easy it was to live with Beryl, how much I enjoyed having her here.

“Well,” Beryl said with a tiny, crooked smile, “except for maybe texting you and telling you to do something in preparation for sex.”

I gulped. “That… that’s fine.”

She nodded, looking back down at her phone. “Okay, great. Now, you need to establish your safeword.”

I blinked a few times, excitement rising up in my belly and chasing away some of my nerves. Oh god, for the first time I would actually need a safeword.

“You don’t need to pick it right now, obviously, but—”

“Broccoli,” I blurted, then ducked my head as my ears fluttered wildly.

I’d had a safeword picked out for years that I’d never had the opportunity to use or even bring up. I’d spent a long, long time fantasising about situations where I might have to use one. Not wanting to use it, obviously, but… being in a position where the safety net of it was there. Being in a position where it was necessary.

“Okay. Broccoli.” Beryl smiled at me when I glanced up at her through my eyelashes. “So if you ever say that, it means everything stops. Not just during sex, Greid. I mean, like, if I’m asking you things or talking to you about something you’re not comfortable with, just say that word and the conversation will stop with no questions asked. Including this one.”

“Oh. Okay.” That made me relax considerably.

In fact, having Beryl take charge of this conversation was helping a lot. It wasn’t feeling so scary, almost like we were just discussing my preferences for food or TV shows or whatever.

“I know this might seem kind of intense when we’ve only, you know, done stuff once.” Beryl gave me a tiny smile. “But it’s important to me to know what you want, Greid. What I can and can’t do in the… heat of the moment.”

“No, I know. I appreciate it.” I shifted. “But what you want is important to me too.”

“We’ll get to that.” Beryl looked at her phone again. “Okay, so are there any kinks or fetishes you want to explore?”

Oh shit, back to nervous. My dick wasn’t nervous though, still steadily hardening. “Um…”

When I went quiet, Beryl set down her phone. “Why don’t I mention some… observations I’ve made? Will that help?”

“Yeah.” I sagged in relief, even as I wondered what she might’ve ‘observed’. “Okay.”

“Well, I noticed that you seemed to like it when I pinned your wrists down.” She watched me carefully, but her freckled cheeks flushed pink when she added, “And… when I called you a good boy.”

I went a little light-headed, more blood rushing to my cock. “Y-yeah, I-I like both those things.”

“Okay, so restraint. Would you be interested in me tying you up?”

“Yes,” I managed. Oh god, my cock was throbbing now.

She grinned at me. “Okay, that’s good. I’m interested in that too. And… you like being praised, yeah? I don’t think I’d be into, like, degrading you, but if you want to try that—”

“No,” I blurted. “Praise. I-I like p-praise.”

Please, PLEASE call me your good boy and tell me how well I’m doing while you ride my face.

“Okay, good.” Beryl gave me an encouraging smile. “And what about…” She glanced down at her phone screen. “Hard limits. Sorry, I’m just trying to get the basics covered so I know what’s acceptable and what’s not.”

“Sure.” I swallowed. “Um, so, pain is a hard limit for me. And uh, inviting others to… join us, or like, public exposure. I’m not into humiliation and degradation. And then obviously like, anything aggressive. Fighting or… hitting or slapping or whatever.”

“Okay.” Beryl was feverishly typing on her phone. “What about spanking?”

I cocked my head, intrigue skittering through my insides. “I think maybe… that’s a soft limit? I’m not sure.”

“Okay, we can revisit that another time.” She looked up at me. “Anything else? And not just limits, I mean things you want to try.”

My mind had gone totally blank. There was no blood left in my brain. I needed a snack to recuperate.

I licked my lips. “I think I just… um, want you to be in control. You know, of…” I chuckled sheepishly, fiddling with the blanket over my lap. “Of me. And the situation. During that. Like… telling me what to do. Maybe, uh, maybe… boss me around a little.”

My entire body was hot with embarrassment, but Beryl reached over and squeezed my hand until I looked at her again. She smiled at me, not even a hint of disdain on her pretty face. I clutched her hand tighter.

“That sounds perfect. And we can discuss other things as and when they come up, right? But that’s a good starting point, isn’t it?” She squeezed my hand again. “I want to give you what you want, Greid.”

I cleared my throat, but my voice was still hoarse when I said, “Thank you. But what about what you want?”

“I want all those things too.” She eyed me. “Do you want to talk about it more now or take a break?”

“I want you to tell me what you want, Beryl.” I squared my shoulders and looked at her. “It’s not just about me.”

“I know, but doing those things to you, being your Domme, that will satisfy me.” She cocked her head. “I always knew I liked being in control during sex, but I obviously never had a chance to look into BDSM before.”

Her eyes met mine, the green so dark under the pinprick lights far above us. “Being able to be in charge and boss you around a little, knowing you actually want that… Yeah. I’ll really, really like it, Greid.”

I gulped, holding her gaze even though a sudden bout of nerves made me want to hide away. My gaze slowly slid down to her mouth, plush and pink. Should I shift back to my humanoid form and kiss her? Or was that inappropriate when we were having a proper discussion about this stuff?

Before I could decide, Beryl spoke again.

“Are you interested in edging?” she asked, leaning forward slightly, still watching me intently.

I let out a slow breath as my balls tightened. “Um, I…”

All I could picture was Beryl bringing me to the brink again and again before backing off, until I was a sweating, begging, trembling mess. I didn’t care how she did it—with a toy, with her tongue, with her fingers. I wanted all of it.

“Yes,” I said, trying to ignore my cock throbbing against my hip.

She grinned, and in the soft glowing light, it looked almost wicked despite her blunt teeth. “Okay. Good. I really like that.”

“Oh,” I said faintly. “I… That’s great. Um, what… what else? Do you like, I mean?”

She cocked her head. “Well, I love oral sex. Giving and receiving. Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I said immediately, my voice hoarse. “I really like it. Giving, I mean,” I rushed to clarify, in case she thought I was just telling her how much I liked getting my dick sucked. Not that I didn’t.

Her gaze drifted down to my snout, intrigue sparking in her eyes. My tongue almost lolled out of my mouth as my breaths started to quicken. The thought of my mouth between Beryl’s legs, my tongue all over her… Okay, I was going to need a break from the conversation soon or I’d embarrass myself.

I’d only ever been with demiurgus women, obviously, but I’d seen some human porn—who hadn’t?—so I knew that human clitorises were much smaller and more hidden. In the same place, though.

I wanted to please Beryl and make her feel good, but the idea of her directing me while I ate her out, guiding me, telling me what to do…

A humiliating groan escaped my throat, which made Beryl smile. But her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze kept darting down to my snout.

“I think that’s enough for now, huh?” Her voice was huskier, which immediately made my balls clench again. Oh fuck, was she imagining it too? I was a split second away from begging to eat her pussy. Would that be pathetic or a turn-on?

“Okay,” I croaked, tensing my thigh muscles to try and will my erection to go down. At least it was too dark in here for her to see the wet spot on my boxer briefs when I had to stand up.

“Whenever you feel ready, we can talk more about it. Or even…” She trailed off, cheeks pinkening before she looked away and uncrossed her legs to stand up in the nest. “I got you a coffee on my way home. Shall I go heat it up, or are you going to be down here for a while longer?”

I held out a hand to help her as she carefully made her way to the edge of the nest. “No, I’ll come with you.”

But I didn’t move. For reasons. Well, one reason, which was still throbbing in my underwear.

Beryl smiled, then nodded at the door. “I’ll head up and see you there.”

“No, wait.” I scrambled to my feet, clutching the blanket over my lower half. Yes, real smooth, Greid. Not obvious at all. “It’s too dark on the stairs. Just give me a sec to get dressed and come with you.”

“Okay. I’ll go wait by the door.”

She made her way over and stood with her back to the room, studying some of the artificial gems in the wall. I dropped the blanket and ground the heel of my palm into the base of my erection, mentally screaming at it to deflate.

After shifting back to my humanoid form and getting dressed, I tugged my sweater down as far as I could and crossed the room to join her. “Okay, ready.”

She smiled up at me, then reached over and tangled her fingers through mine. I swallowed thickly, squeezing her hand and pulling the door open.

“Thanks for showing me your deeproom and your true form,” she said as I led her up the dark, winding staircase. “Both are beautiful.”

My face spikes twitched with pleasure as I cleared my throat. “That’s okay. Thanks.”

“Does your whole family have green colouring like you? I noticed your mom and Kiti did.”

“No, some of my siblings inherited my dad’s colouring. Blue. And then a couple of them got a mix.”

“Ooh, I bet that’s pretty. What are your siblings like? Are they all like Kiti?”

“What, assholes?” I said dryly. “Yeah.”

She snorted. “She wasn’t an asshole.”

“Was,” I muttered, then admitted, “They’re not really assholes, I guess. Just picked on me a lot when we were kids because I was the smallest. Stuff like that stays with you even if they didn’t mean to be cruel.”

I immediately felt my ears flutter from the admission. At least it was dark so Beryl couldn’t see.

She squeezed my hand. “I bet it was tough. You were so cute as a baby. Tiny compared to the others.”

I grunted. “Yeah. The runt. Grew up tall enough to fight Nuni off when he held me down to hock up loogies on my face, though.”

She tutted. “I wasn’t around other kids much, but it sounds like they can be assholes.”

“Yeah.” I paused. “Did you not, um, go to school before your dad—before Violet took you in?”

“Sporadically. Dad didn’t care if I went or not. I liked it, though. Violet worked herself into the ground educating me at the compound, but I still feel… I don’t know. Not ignorant, but naïve. Being book-smart is one thing. I’m catching up with everyone else for the rest.”

I glanced over my shoulder to give her a tiny smile as we reached the basement. “You’re super smart, Beryl.”

She grinned, tugging on my hand while going up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “Thanks, Greid.”

“’S’okay,” I mumbled, flexing my fingers around hers as we made our way across the basement. She didn’t let go of my hand. “So, um, what are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Just going to chill out. Might work out later before dinner.” She glanced up at me as we began to ascend the stairs. “Are you going back to work?”

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. They felt better after spending time in my true form, but the thought of putting those fucking goggles on and hunching over that damn headpiece again until my neck and back ached made me tired.

“Yeah, guess I should.” I perked up when we reached the first floor and the smell of whatever Beryl had put in the slow cooker reached my nose. “Hey, is the thing ready yet? In the slow cooker?”

She laughed. “It’s chicken stew. And no. It’s for dinner.”

I grunted. “Didn’t even know I had a slow cooker.”

“I found it in your Room of Shame.” Beryl was still holding my hand, making my palm sweat a little as she led me to the kitchen. “Want me to heat up your coffee for you?”

“It’s okay, I’ll do it.” I reluctantly released her hand to reach for the Deep Brew takeout cup on the counter. “You go relax.”

“Okay.” She hesitated, then stepped closer and reached up to cup my jaw. When she gave my head a gentle tug, I ducked down eagerly, my eyes sliding shut in bliss as her soft lips pressed to mine.

It was a sweet kiss, not deep or filthy, but fire still raced through my veins as she let go of my face and smiled up at me. I stared down at her, my hearts pounding, my prick waking back up.

“I don’t want to go back to work,” I heard myself blurt. Beryl chuckled.

“Well, the sooner you do, the sooner you can finish for the day. And then we can have stew and watch Gloom Falls. Or maybe a movie? Ooh, or wrestling.”

“No, Beryl, I mean…” I swallowed, wordlessly opening and closing my mouth a few times before blurting, “Do you want to hang out in my room?”

I immediately winced. God, what was I, fifteen? Should I ask if I could touch her boobs to really round off the embarrassing question?

Beryl blinked in surprise, before something that made my insides squirm with anticipation heated her gaze. I heard her breath catch as her eyes darted to the side, down the hall to my bedroom door.

“Sure,” she said slowly. “We can do that. If you really don’t have to get back to work.”

“I got a lot done this morning, so it’s fine.” I set down the coffee cup, then picked it back up, then set it down again. “I’ll have that later.”

I cringed again, worried she thought I was assuming… stuff would happen.

God, I hope stuff happens.

“You don’t have to,” I burst out. “We can just hang out in the living room. I wasn’t—I’m not trying to—”

“Greid.” She took my hand again, giving me a smile that made my cock jerk eagerly in my pants. Calm down, buddy. “Show me your room.”

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Chapter Thirty-Three

Beryl

Greid’s room was exactly how I’d imagined it.

Not that I’d been able to picture it, but it just fit him. Black panelled walls covered in artwork and tapestries. A huge bed with a wrought iron frame that sat low to the ground. It was unmade, of course, and piled high with blankets and pillows.

An ashtray sat on the nightstand, fighting for space alongside several half-full glasses of water and a stained-glass lantern with a melted pillar candle inside. Clothes were strewn everywhere, including all over the enormous beanbag in the corner under the window. A huge TV dominated the wall opposite the bed, above a wide, dark wood dresser cluttered with candles, strange knickknacks and random items like deodorant and a hairbrush.

I looked around with interest, taking a few steps inside. There was a closed laptop on the other nightstand, the bottom drawer of which was hanging open. I spotted something bright green and definitely phallic in shape before Greid rushed past me to kick it shut with his foot.

My mouth twitched as he sheepishly said, “Sorry. Uh, sorry for the mess.”

“It’s fine. It’s your room. You can have it however you want.”

It wasn’t dirty. The bedding looked clean, and all the surfaces were polished, the air smelling sweet and smoky—a mix of shade and the scented candles Greid loved so much. It smelled like him. I wanted to get into that bed and breathe it in.

Greid was hovering nervously by the bed, looking like he had no idea what to do with me now that I was in here.

But he’d invited me in for a reason. He was just too shy to say it.

Be brave, I thought even as my belly fluttered with nerves at the notion of dipping my toe into Domming—not that we were going to jump in at the deep end. We hadn’t discussed it enough yet, but I had a good idea of how to make this a memorable experience for both of us.

I didn’t think there was a seductive bone in my body, but I tried to make my slow walk toward him look somewhat sultry. I had no idea if I succeeded. Greid was frozen in place, his yellow eyes wide as he stared down at me.

It had been comforting to see his familiar, handsome face again when he’d shifted back to this form down in his deeproom, but I hadn’t been exaggerating—his true form was beautiful. Alien and beastly, the lines of his long body somehow strangely sensual. He was almost lizard-like in that form, especially his face, with its long, pointed snout and the frilly spikes decorating its bridge and the slope of his forehead. His skin had still been jet black but more textured. Tougher looking. Like it repelled dirt.

It had been cute and a little creepy to see that full, lustrous head of hair still flowing around his monstrous face and rangy shoulders, his frondy ears poking up between the gleaming strands. His muscles had grown lithe and sinuous as his limbs elongated from his increased height, and I would’ve assumed he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him if it hadn’t been for the adorable curve of his belly he’d still possessed in that form.

That didn’t mean he hadn’t been almost intimidatingly strong and agile. I’d grown a little breathless watching him run around his deeproom. The speed at which he’d moved. How quick and sure-footed he’d been scaling the wall and leaping between the stalactites.

But I loved this side of him too—the more human-looking side. The long, gangly, slightly awkward limbs. The little belly giving the front of his baggy sweater a slight curve. The unfairly gorgeous, model-esque hair and sharp planes of his face, and the cracking smile lines giving me hints of his sharp teeth.

“I think…” I reached out and tangled my fingers through his, feeling his hand immediately tighten on mine. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good and answering all those questions for me.”

Greid’s breath caught, but he still didn’t move except for the bob of his throat. “R-really?”

I smiled up at him, sidling closer and sliding my other arm around his hips. I could feel the base of his tail under his sweater, and god, I wanted to slip my palm down and grip his ass. I ogled Greid’s ass every chance I got—which wasn’t often, given how much he lived in his giant hoodie.

My cheeks grew hot as I parted my lips to speak again. I felt a little awkward, a little embarrassed, but I pushed through it. It was just a new muscle I had to strengthen and grow. Hopefully it would come easier with time. “You were such a good boy for me, Greid.”

His reaction was instantaneous, his breath hitching again, his yellow eyes softening and turning pleading. Heavy. His cock—his ridiculously long cock—bucked against my stomach, still half hard from when we’d been talking downstairs. I couldn’t feel the barbs through the layers of our clothes, so I pressed closer, a grin tilting my lips when a tiny croak escaped him.

“Do you want your reward now, Greid?” I purred, the words coming easier in the face of how they affected him. The urge to give him whatever he wanted burned in my belly.

This sweet, kind demiurgus who’d given me so much—who’d given me freedom. But that wasn’t the reason why I wanted this with him. It wasn’t a trade. I just wanted him.

He swallowed thickly, still clutching my hand, his palm clammy. “Y-yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

That ‘please’ was so sweet, so genuine, that it made me fist the back of his sweater as I tamped down my desire. I’d heard pleas from partners before—when they’d been begging me to let them come after teasing them for a long time. When they’d whined for a blowjob because I’d told them they couldn’t fuck me. That one guy who’d begged to ‘just put the tip in’ because surely it wouldn’t hurt me. I still wasn’t sure if he’d known how much of a self-burn that had been.

But this ‘please’ felt different. It felt honest and guileless, and it was Greid.

I stepped back, raising our linked hands to kiss his knuckles before releasing him. “Get on the bed for me, Greid.”

He scrambled to obey, clambering gracelessly across the bed to kneel in the centre before gazing at me in silence as his hands flexed at his sides.

I smiled, walking around the bed to stand beside the big trunk pushed up against the footboard. I could already tell which side Greid slept on. The nightstand was a big clue, obviously, but there was also a long, Greid-shaped dent in all the blankets and pillows. Fondness tightened my chest, made my eyes soften as I stared at him.

We’d already kissed and orgasmed together, but this—being in his room—felt so much more intimate. This was the part of his house he’d been able to keep for himself after allowing me free rein in the rest of it. He may not have thought it was a big deal—in that sense, at least—to invite me in here, but it was affecting me. More than he had been already.

“Lean back against the headboard,” I rasped, my voice husky with emotion. Not just lust, but something deeper. When he immediately obeyed, I knelt on the end of the bed and gently palmed his calves. “Good boy. You’re such a good boy for me, Greid.”

The words were coming much easier now, because I meant them. I was desperate to make him feel good—to show him how wonderful he was, how he deserved the pleasure he craved just as much as anyone else.

But I wasn’t just here to shower him with praise. He wanted me to take the lead. Tell him what to do. Boss him around.

I’d eagerly read up even more on D/s dynamics when I went to bed last night. I knew a part of it was pushing a sub’s limits in the ways they’d consented to. We were just starting out, so I wasn’t going to go in guns blazing. I knew Greid’s hard limits, and I wasn’t going to even touch on anything we hadn’t discussed. I’d start small and feel my way.

“Take off your clothes for me, Greid.” I grinned at him, sliding my palms up and down his calves. “Time to show me that big cock of yours.”

“F-fuck,” he breathed, chest already rising fast. He reached for the hem of his sweater, throat bobbing with a swallow as he began to pull it up.

The moment his stomach was exposed, I couldn’t help it—I leaned down and pressed a kiss just below his navel before nuzzling the thin green line that descended into his pants. Greid made a strangled sound, muffled by the sweater around his head, his stomach muscles twitching under my lips.

I sat up as he finally got the sweater off and dropped it on the bed. He licked his lips as he reached for his fly with trembling hands. His cock was already a long, hard column stretching down the right leg of his jeans, and my hand itched to rub it through the denim, to map out its length.

I resisted, waiting not-so-patiently as he fumbled with his fly and lifted his hips to tug his jeans and underwear down over his ass. My gaze grew heavy as it fixed on the hairless root of his cock, that green line fading to his usual skin colour just above the base. The bottom of the shaft was smooth—free of barbs, but deliciously veiny. Then I saw just a hint of those barbs appear, barely visible, before Greid lifted his knees to shove his pants all the way off in a rush.

I actually gasped when his cock swung free, arcing through the air to smack against his torso. I almost winced—Christ, it was heavy enough to have almost winded him from the impact.

Holy fuck. It was… obscenely big. I’d thought I would be prepared for it after watching all that demiurgus porn. But it was one thing seeing a miniature version of a gigantic porn-star dick on my phone screen. It was another entirely seeing it right in front of me, in the flesh, right there. Available for me to touch.

“God, it’s so big,” I rasped. Greid had been walking around with a third leg in his pants this entire time.

Greid had been sitting beside me every night, eating and watching TV and getting high, with this beast just in his pants, just casually resting there.

The barbs spiralled around his length, growing in size until they were about a quarter inch long under the sleek, tapered head. They were alien to me, but strangely elegant. His cock was black like the rest of his skin, but the barbs had the same dark green sheen as his claws. They flexed as his cock twitched, stretching well past his navel. Almost to his freaking ribcage.

“W-well, I mean, it… gets bigger when it’s hard,” he said, hands clenched on the sheets either side of him.

His words broke me out of my daze, and I snorted as I looked up at him with a grin. He was chewing on his lower lip, ears fluttering non-stop as his legs shifted on either side of me. I was seated between his calves, and when I palmed his shins, his thigh muscles jumped at the contact.

He looked nervous. Vulnerable. A spike of anxiety tightened my gut as I worried that I wasn’t doing enough to put him at ease. He had to be feeling overly exposed—he was naked in front of me for the first time, and I was fully dressed, sitting between his legs with a front-row view.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said quietly, knee-walking closer as I slid my hands up and down his legs in what I hoped was a soothing touch. “Tell me how you’re feeling, Greid.”

His cock looked painfully hard, and the pre-cum beading on the tip was clear with a smoky tint. I already knew—from the porn, of course—that demiurgus cum was a dark grey, almost black, with an oil-slick sheen when the light hit it.

That had been almost more shocking than the spiky cocks. Yet another thing I was glad I knew in advance.

“I’m okay,” he said hoarsely. “Just… a little nervous. What, um, what about you? Are you going to…”

I paused as I figured out what he meant. When his yellow eyes darted down to my shirt, I realised and gave him another smile. “This is about you, not me. It’s your reward for doing so well for me.”

His breath shuddered out of him. “B-But I—I want to see you too. I want to touch you so bad, Beryl.”