Berries and Greed

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.