Текст книги "Berries and Greed"

Автор книги: Lily Mayne

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“She’s not even looking at it,” I whispered, trying to push past the chaotic thoughts swirling in my brain. Just enjoy the day. Forget it happened. Forget that the best person you’ve ever met might have been about to tell you he loves you.

“It’s only a matter of time before she spots it.” Greid handed me the basket. “I’m going in.”

“Wait,” I hissed. Once he’d turned back to look at me, I tried to keep a straight face. “Are you going to fight her or seduce her for it, little-old-lady-lover?”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Haven’t decided yet.”

I snorted and gestured for him to go ahead, trying not to laugh as he crept forward as if he planned on robbing the unsuspecting lady, who still wasn’t even looking at the sporefruit sculpture. My heart had slowed, but it still felt heavy. Full.

I’d gotten through a lot of shit in my life, but as I watched my demiurgus slyly reach around the lady’s head to snatch the sporefruit sculpture off the shelf, then shoot me a thumbs up behind her back, I knew I wouldn’t get through losing him.

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Chapter Forty-Four

Beryl

The following Monday was grey and overcast, but I forced myself to make the journey to Upper Birch after my shift at work.

I hadn’t lied to Greid about where I was going. I’d just… omitted some information. I’d told him I wanted to visit a store in another part of town that Corva had mentioned, so I’d be home later than expected. When he’d asked what store, I’d mumbled indistinctly and grabbed his head to give him a filthy, distracting goodbye kiss. It had worked excellently.

Buying my ticket at the subway station’s machine had been a little daunting, but I’d done it and felt stupidly proud of myself. And I’d only gotten a little freaked out riding in the packed train alone, trying not to bump into the tall demiurgus businessmen around me, reeking of expensive cologne.

The guy working at the sex shop had been super friendly and helpful, enthusiastically showing me a big range of products, some of which I knew I wasn’t interested in at all, like the whips and paddles, while others had piqued my interest and sent a stab of lust into my belly when I imagined using them on Greid.

I’d left the store with a plain black carrier bag, having spent a small fortune. Sex toys were expensive—good quality ones anyway, the store worker had told me. But it wasn’t like I was spending much of my money. Greid had insisted on paying for all the sporefruit sculptures at the market, shyly saying they were a gift.

So this was my gift back to him. I was going to give him something he’d always craved and had never been able to experience.

And okay, yeah, it wasn’t just a gift to him. I could not fucking wait to show him what I’d bought. And use it on him. And hopefully make him come harder than he ever had before.

Greid had been up in his workshop when I got home, so I’d managed to get into my bedroom without him seeing me and asking what I’d bought. I’d locked my bedroom door for the first time to go through my purchases, laying them all out on the bed.

And now, as I stood in front of my mirror, my brain was trying to catch up with what it was seeing as I stared down at the bright pink dick jutting out from between my hips.

It had taken me a little while to figure out the harness, and another minute to get used to the feel of the straps digging into my hips and the tops of my thighs once I’d tightened them. But it was definitely a novel experience to look down and see a dick attached to me. Granted, it didn’t look anything like a human dick—it was enormous, for one, and had little nodules designed to mimic demiurgus barbs. The guy at the shop had assured me they felt like the real thing.

Tentatively, I reached down and gave it a stroke, my fingers bumping over the fake barbs. Tiny tendrils of lust zinged through my belly. Why was that so hot when I couldn’t even feel anything? And why was I getting the urge to shake my hips just to see it waggle about?

I indulged myself, grinning at my reflection as the dick swung from side to side. It was kind of fun, actually. Then I turned to peer over my shoulder at my ass, impressed with how good it looked framed by the black straps.

Just the idea of using this was getting me excited. Surprisingly, there weren’t any of the nerves I’d expected to feel, but I was sure they’d come later when we were actually going to put it into action, so to speak. I was a little worried I wouldn’t have the stamina or the rhythm—did people with dicks just have innate thrusting rhythm like, built into their hips?—and anxious that I wouldn’t be good at it. That I would disappoint Greid.

I forced the thoughts away as I loosened the strap around my waist so I could slip the harness off, remembering what Violet had told me when I’d called her after scoring my trial shift at Abyss. Fake it ’til you make it. I doubted she’d ever thought I’d be putting those words into practice to fuck my demiurgus boyfriend in the ass, but it was still sound advice. I’d just act like I’d walked around my whole life with a dick dangling between my legs. It was all in the energy, right?

Setting the strap-on down on the bed, I surveyed the rest of my purchases. A pair of pink fluffy handcuffs, because I knew Greid liked things to match. A smaller purple dildo that I could swap out in case the big pink one was too intimidating for Greid at first, though I doubted it would be. And the thing that had been a revelation when the guy showed it to me—a clear silicone glove that was thick enough to stop barbs penetrating it.

He’d explained that they weren’t sold very often, but were made by a company that designed inclusive sex toys for any potential interspecies relationships out there. It had made me weirdly happy thinking that there might be other couples out there like Greid and me.

I could faintly hear his chill-out music from the workshop above my head. As I carried the dildos and glove into the bathroom to wash them, I wondered how much longer he’d be working for. I was impatient, damn it. I wanted to fuck him now, even though we’d had a lot of sex after getting home the day before.

As soon as we’d gotten back from the market, I’d pushed him into his bedroom and onto his bed, then used his cock sleeve to jerk him off while he was still wearing his nice three-piece suit, unbuttoning the pants and pulling them down just enough to get his dick out. I’d slowed down every time he was about to come, burrowing my hand past his open fly to cup his balls. Grinning up at him as I tongued the head of his dick and squeezed the stationary sleeve around his base. Telling him how good he was for me as he clutched the sheets and fought back his orgasm.

Once I’d finally let him come, he’d scrambled off the bed to kneel while I sat on the edge and hurriedly tore off my pants and underwear. Then he’d buried his face between my legs, moaning hoarsely as he licked and sucked on my clit, his big hands sliding under my shirt and bra to play with my nipples.

His cock had been hard again by the time I came, but I’d told him he had to wait while smoothing my thumb over the leaking tip to make him shudder with pleasure. Then I’d sneakily taken the cock sleeve with me while he got changed into comfier clothes, and a while later, once we were curled up on the couch watching Gloom Falls, I’d started nuzzling his ear and pressing wet, sucking kisses down his neck until he was breathing hard and shifting restlessly. After rucking up the front of his onesie and pulling down his sweats, I’d slipped the sleeve over his straining cock and told him to keep watching the TV, to not make any sounds, to pretend it wasn’t happening—just like I’d thought about doing all that time ago.

It had been ridiculously hot seeing him fight to maintain his composure. Watching him try so hard to keep his eyes on the TV, even as they kept wanting to roll back. Watching his chest start to heave, his fingers dig hard into the armrest, his hips twitch as he fought to keep them still.

After a while, I’d taken his hand and slipped it into my underwear, telling him I’d let him come once I had. I’d been kneeling on the couch, and my legs had almost given out when his long fingers had wrung an orgasm from me that had been so intense my scalp had gone numb as I panted into the side of his neck. He’d used the same mind-blowing trick as before, basically jerking off my clit until I was too sensitive for him to continue.

I’d barely finished telling him he could come when his cock had started pulsing in the sleeve, spurting smoky cum all over his front, his hips jerking erratically and his head tipping back as he groaned. After cleaning up, he’d smoked two joints in a row, ordered a pizza, and promptly fallen asleep on the couch after we’d consumed it.

He had kicked me that time, his leg twitching against my thigh as I sat beside his passed-out form and looked up recipes on my phone for the ingredients I’d bought at the market.

We’d slept in his bed this time. Greid had taken my hand and led me into his room after we’d finished watching an over-the-top action movie starring a big, hunky demiurgus with a shaved head. It had made me stupidly happy that it wasn’t even a question anymore—we were officially Sleeping Together. Not just having sex. I didn’t want to spend a single night without him.

As we were getting undressed, Greid had shyly asked if I minded him sleeping in his true form, explaining that he wasn’t all that used to sleeping in his humanoid one. Of course I didn’t, and I told him as much, then watched eagerly as he shifted and I once again got to see his true demiurgus side—alien but beautiful. Once we got into bed, he’d nuzzled his long snout against my throat and wrapped his rangy limbs around me, his contented sigh ruffling my hair.

I’d almost told him I loved him then, but he’d been snoring before I could work up the courage to get the words out.

I was in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner when I finally heard Greid coming down the stairs at around six. He shuffled into the room, stretching out his back with a grunt.

“What are you making?” he asked with interest as he came up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist, bending his knees so he could rest his chin on my shoulder.

“I thought I’d try stir fry.” I transferred all the sliced carrots from the chopping board to a bowl. “Seems easy enough.”

“Ooh.” His hand reached around me and plucked a carrot slice from the bowl. I heard him crunch down a second later, then make a disgusted sound. “Why did I do that? I hate raw vegetables.”

“Because the sight of any food turns you into a magpie.” I nudged his belly with my elbow. “Raw carrot is nice.”

“I guess it wasn’t too bad.” He stole another bit and straightened. “Do I have time to take a shower before dinner?”

“Yes. I’m still prepping all the delicious, delicious veggies we’ll have in it.”

“Am I being punished for something?” He kissed the top of my head. “I won’t be long.”

“Okay.”

I watched him amble out of the kitchen, his tail swishing over his ass, which looked really good in those grey sweats. Once I’d heard his bedroom door click shut, I looked back down at the red bell peppers on the chopping board, washed and ready to be sliced.

Dinner could wait.

My stomach was jittery with nervous excitement as I washed my hands at the sink and made my way into the living room. I perched on the couch, wiping my palms down my thighs. I’d already stashed the bag of toys next to the couch, because if he was interested in me fucking him tonight, I wanted us to do it in his room where I knew he’d be most comfortable.

How long should I wait before I just moved myself into his room permanently? Did he even want that?

My knee bounced nervously as I waited for Greid to get out of the shower. I turned on the TV to distract myself, flicking to the celebrity gossip show I sometimes watched. The sound of the TV drew Greid’s attention when he finally emerged from his room, appearing in the doorway in his onesie with his wet hair pushed back from his face.

“Shit, sorry, did I take too long? Is dinner already done?”

I shook my head. “No, I just… Um, I wanted to show you something first.”

“Is it a pizza?” He made his way over to the couch. “Like, as an appetiser to the stir fry?”

I chuckled. “Nope, sorry. Better resign yourself to eating my stir fry tonight.”

“I’m just kidding.” He sat down right beside me, shuffling as close as possible and wrapping his arm around my waist as he kissed my cheek. “I like your food.”

I gave him a distracted smile, reaching over to palm his thigh. “So, you know I went to a store earlier that Corva recommended?”

“Yeah. Wait, what store was it again? I can’t remember.”

“Well.” I cleared my throat and said brightly, “It was a sex store.”

I could feel Greid staring down at me. “A sex store, huh? Okay, you definitely didn’t tell me that earlier, because I definitely would’ve remembered.”

Chuckling, I leaned over the side of the couch to grab the bag. “I got some stuff.”

“Can I see?” he asked immediately.

“Of course.” I laughed, reaching into the bag. “It’s stuff for us, Greid.”

I pulled the handcuffs out first and glanced up at Greid. His eyes went wide for a second, throat bobbing, before a big, filthy grin spread across his face as he took them from me. “Nice. I like the pink.”

“I knew you would.” I nudged his arm with a sly grin. “So, want me to handcuff you to the bed?”

“Yes, please,” he rasped, long fingers sifting through the pink fluff lining the cuffs as his ears fluttered.

Pulse leaping, I pulled out the strap-on. “Want me to fuck you while you’re tied up?”

Greid froze. I looked back up to gauge his reaction, seeing his yellow eyes wide and fixed on the strap-on in my hands. He let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck. I… Y-yeah. Yes.” His mouth opened and closed wordlessly a few times, before he hoarsely repeated, “Yes.”

“Is the dick too big?” I looked down at it critically. “I got a smaller one in case—”

“N-no, it’s… It’s not.” He swallowed. “It’s a, uh, demiurgus one, huh? It’s got…”

“Barb-like bumps, yeah.” I fisted the dildo and stroked it a few times, the fake barbs abrading my palm, but not in an unpleasant way. Greid let out a croak.

“So you… Corva recommended this place?” His shoulders hunched as I looked over at him, ears fluttering with anxiety. “Did you… Did you tell her…”

“No,” I rushed to reassure him, letting go of the dick to thread our fingers together. “No, Greid, I didn’t tell her anything. I wouldn’t. That’s private, between us. No one else’s business.”

He swallowed and nodded. “I know. Sorry. I know you wouldn’t. It’s just…”

When he trailed off, I squeezed his hand and gently asked, “What?”

“It’s just that—” He cringed, releasing my hand to scrub both of his over his face. “Fuck, I don’t want to keep bringing her up. I’m sorry.”

Okay, so this was about Agma. I shook my head. “Greid, it’s okay. It’ll help me understand, so I don’t mind at all. Okay? I promise.”

“Okay.” He sighed and rubbed his face again. “When Agma and I split up, she told her friends… stuff. About what I, um, wanted. So it just… It got pretty awkward whenever I bumped into them after that.”

Murderous rage swept through me. “She did what?”

“Yeah.” He picked at the front of his onesie. “A couple of them made some gross comments when I saw them at the grocery store not long after we broke up. Made it pretty clear they… knew.” He shrugged, but the movement was jerky. “I’d gotten somewhat friendly with a few of her friends during our relationship, but that ended after that. So. Yeah.”

Suddenly, him going to the compound made a lot more sense. I’d already been able to tell that he’d been lonely, but this was why he’d actually done it. He’d been ostracised. And his social anxiety would have made it even harder for him to go out and make new friends, especially without knowing who knew what about him in the local demiurgus population.

My hands were clenched into tight fists. I was practically vibrating with fury. Letting out a slow breath, I forced my fingers to uncurl so I could clasp his hand.

“That was a really, really shitty thing for her to do.” I was trying not to squeeze his fingers too tight. All I wanted to do was wrap him in my arms and never let go. “She had no right to tell anyone personal stuff about you.”

“It just sucks because I… I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed about what I like. It shouldn’t feel shameful. But… that doesn’t mean I want random people knowing, you know? And among demiurgus, being submissive is… It’s not that common. I don’t think, anyway. We’re just kind of built to be domineering. It’s what’s expected. But I’m just… not. I never have been.”

“So did she tell her friends about you being submissive, or you being a bottom?” I asked gently. “Because they’re separate things. What exactly was it that they thought they had a right to judge you for?”

“Both, I think.” He rubbed a palm anxiously over his thigh. “The submissive thing is unusual for demiurgus, but I think she found, um, me being a bottom weirder. But it’s not like I only like bottoming. We never did that, obviously, because she didn’t want to. We had sex in other ways.” He hunched up again, ears going crazy. “Sorry. You probably don’t want to hear this.”

“Greid, it doesn’t bother me at all.” I stroked my thumb over the side of his hand. “I’m an adult. I know you’ve had sex before. So have I.”

“Okay. Sorry,” he mumbled again automatically, then clutched my hand tighter. “God, you went out and got awesome sex toys for us and I’ve made it all serious.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I turned to face him, crossing my legs. “I promise you, Greid, I didn’t tell Corva anything, and I never would. She asked about my boyfriend, so when I told her you’re a demiurgus, she asked if we had sex. I just said that yes, we did, but you obviously can’t penetrate me because I’m human. I didn’t go into any more detail than that. I’d never do that to you.”

“I know you wouldn’t, berry.” He turned as well, cocking a knee up on the couch and clasping my hands. “I’m sorry I asked. I trust you.”

Sweet, silly demiurgus. I shifted onto my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. He buried his face against the bend of my neck with a sigh, squeezing me tight.

“I understand why you asked,” I told him, sifting my fingers through his hair. “I’m not offended. I’m glad you told me.”

I couldn’t believe Agma had done that. I’d always tried to keep my opinion on her neutral. She was just a person who used to be in Greid’s life. A closed-minded, insensitive person—with similar friends, evidently—but not a monster. Not evil.

Now I wanted to punch her in the face.

“I know it goes without saying, but there is nothing you could tell me you wanted that I would find weird.” Trying to bring some levity, I added, “Even if you told me you wanted me to dress up as a sexy clown and honk a big red clown nose while we had sex, it might take me a minute to get into it, but I’d be more than willing to try it out.” I pulled back and cupped his face with a grin. “Might be kinda fun, actually.”

He snuffled out a little laugh. “Pretty sure I’d be into you dressed up as a sexy anything, but the nose honking might be a little distracting.”

I smiled and stroked his sharp cheekbones with my thumbs. “Of the two of us, I’m the one with the strange baggage. You accepted me without question, sex cult past and all. And you accepted my vaginismus and aversion to penetration without question too. You… You’re an inherently good person, Greid. And I feel so lucky that I get to be with you.”

His big yellow eyes softened as a lump formed in my throat. He swallowed, voice thick as he said, “It’s the other way around, berry. I’m lucky.”

I gave him a watery smile. “Let’s just agree that we’re both the best, so we were always meant to be together.”

I’d said it jokingly, but Greid didn’t even smile. His gaze drifted down to my mouth as he nodded.

“Yeah. We were.”

I swallowed, letting my hands slide down to the sides of his neck. My mouth went dry, so I licked my lips. “Greid, I… I—”

He leaned forward in a rush and kissed me, arms wrapping around me tight and tugging me onto his lap. I slid my knees apart to straddle him, moaning into his mouth as our tongues tangled together. It wasn’t long before I was frantically tugging up his onesie, breaking the kiss so we could get it over his head, and then my hands were smoothing over his bare chest as our mouths crashed back together.

His stiffening cock throbbed against my backside, trapped in his sweats. Long fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, then shoved my bra up as Greid tore his mouth from mine, breathing hard. His hands dipped to cup my ass, hoisting me up higher so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.

I moaned, sliding my fingers through his hair and arching my hips so I could press myself against his front. His ridged tongue felt incredible as it circled my nipple, lips sucking feverishly, his moans vibrating through my chest. One of his hands shifted, sliding between my legs from behind to cup my pussy.

“Greid,” I panted as he shifted his mouth to my other nipple, lavishing just as much attention on it. His long fingers rubbed over my pussy, giving just enough friction through my pants and underwear to make my clit take notice.

‘Domme mode’, as I had dubbed it, was starting to come easier now, allowing me to shift into the role fully as Greid shuddered beneath me. I gentled my fingers in his hair, but kept his mouth pressed close to my breast.

“My greedy boy,” I breathed, wanting to smile when he groaned hoarsely against me. “You love doing this, don’t you? You love feeling my nipples get all stiff and sensitive in your mouth.”

He moaned desperately in answer, unwilling to stop.

“And you love licking my pussy, don’t you?” I murmured, the words turning me on just as much as they were him, because all I could picture was Greid’s head buried between my legs. “You love feeling my clit throb against your tongue. You love tasting me, knowing how wet you make me. You love it when I sit on your face and all you can taste and smell and feel is me.”

Greid’s hips strained up beneath me, fingers biting into the curve of my ass and pressing harder against my hot pussy. He finally released my nipple to kiss his way frantically up my neck, breathing hard as he crushed his lips to mine.

“Can I?” he pleaded between feverish kisses. “Please.”

I gently clasped his face to pull him away and grin at him. “Maybe I’ll let you once I’ve fucked you.” Leaning in, I gave him one more kiss. “Do you want me to fuck you, Greid?”

“Yes,” he panted immediately, yellow eyes hazy with desperation. “Please, Beryl.”

I grinned again, pressing a kiss to the tip of his flat nose. “Good boy.”

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