Berries and Greed

I stroked my hand over the slight curve of his stomach. “Do you want to pick one to use now?”

“O-okay.” He licked his lips and went to sit up, then froze in place. “Shall I get it now?”

God, he was such a good boy. I smiled at him with a nod, then shifted back to let him roll onto his front and stretch across the bed to reach for the nightstand’s bottom drawer.

My gaze immediately locked onto his tail, his black skin melting into a deep green toward the tapered tip. I ran my fingertips lightly down his spine, feeling him shiver at the touch. “Is your tail sensitive?”

“Um, y-yeah.” Greid’s breath hitched when I feathered my fingertips down its length before shifting my hand onto his ass. God, it was gorgeous. Firm and rounded. His tail lifted, showing me the cleft of his ass, the stretch of smooth skin behind his balls, a hint of his heavy sac between his slightly parted legs.

My hand tightened, squeezing the firm mound. Would he pick a dildo? I didn’t know how well my control would hold up to seeing Greid fuck himself with a dildo.

When he shifted back and sat up, I saw that he had not, in fact, picked a dildo. He was holding a pale blue cock sleeve, and I could see the inside was lined with little bumps and nodules. Tucked beside it within the grip of his long fingers was a pump bottle of lube that was clearly made specifically for demiurgus, judging by the branding. That intrigued me. I wondered how demiurgus lube was different.

Not important right now. I focused on the cock sleeve, glancing up at Greid to give him a big smile. “Good choice.”

His eyes lit up from the simple praise, making me cup his face and kiss him. Then I shifted on the bed to lean back against the headboard, sliding my heels across the mess of blankets to part my legs.

“Come here, Greid. Sit with your back to my front.”

He scrambled over, still clutching the lube and cock sleeve. When he settled in front of me, I snorted with laughter as I stared at his shoulder blades.

“A little lower,” I gently demanded, sliding my hands up and down his sides.

He immediately obeyed, shuffling down until I could see the back of his head.

“A bit more.” I smoothed my palms up and down his arms as he shifted down again until his head was tucked under my chin, his long, beautiful body splayed out before me. “Good boy.”

His cock jerked, leaking onto his stomach as he hooked his arms over my thighs and clutched my calf with his free hand. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders and onto his chest, dipping my head to brush my lips over the frondy tip of his ear. It wasn’t sharp at all—just a gentle flutter that tickled my lips.

“Look at you,” I crooned, nuzzling the side of his face. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to lick and touch every inch of you.”

“B-Beryl,” he rasped, his cock flexing again, a thread of pre-cum connecting the tip to his stomach.

I slid a hand down his chest, fingertips growing slick from the fluid already decorating his skin before I skimmed one back and forth over his leaking slit. Greid’s hips jerked, a hard breath punching out of him as his dull claws bit into my leg.

“Have you tasted yourself before, Greid?” This wasn’t something we’d discussed, but I couldn’t help asking the question.

“Y-yeah.” His head tilted down to watch my fingertip sliding back and forth over the tip of his wet cockhead. His thighs twitched, spreading wider, his chest beginning to heave.

“Do you want to taste yourself for me now?” I purred in his ear. “And if you’ve been tested recently, you can give me my first taste of you directly from your tongue.”

I had no idea if humans and demiurgus could contract diseases from each other, but obviously we weren’t going to risk it. I’d been tested about a month before I left the cult, and I hadn’t had sex with anyone else after that.

“Y-yeah, I’ve been tested,” Greid breathed. “All good. And y-yes. Please.”

Pressing a kiss to his ear, I gathered up more pre-cum on my fingertips and raised them to his lips. Greid shuddered, groaning as he sucked them into his mouth and laved them with his tongue.

Pulling them free, I cupped his chin and tilted his head up and to the side so I could dip down and take his lips. He shuddered again, tongue winding eagerly around mine. I could taste only the faintest hint of him—smoky and salty—but it made me moan into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I smiled at him before releasing his chin so he could settle his head back against the front of my shoulder. Resting my hands on his chest, I stroked his nipples until he shivered, breath shuddering out of him.

“Now,” I murmured, resting my cheek against the side of his head, “get your cock nice and slippery with the lube.”

I heard him swallow hard as he obeyed, dropping the cock sleeve to pump lube into his palm. His hand was trembling lightly as he fisted his cock, but he let out a long sigh of pleasure. I watched hungrily as he stroked, slicking up his entire length and making the black gleam.