Berries and Greed

“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.