Berries and Greed

Greid was panting, shuddering as his cock pulsed on his stomach. He readjusted his grip behind his knees and gazed at me plaintively.

“Good boy, Greid.” I reached for the lube waiting on the bed. “Have you ever come into your own mouth?”

He let out an embarrassed groan and turned his head to the side, ears fluttering madly. “Oh my god, Beryl.”

“What?” I chuckled as I lubed up my fingers. “Tell me.”

He squirmed. “Yeah, I have, okay?”

I hummed and dipped my freshly lubed fingers to stroke his hole. “I want to see that one day.”

He jerked, biting his lip as his fingers twitched against the backs of his knees. “O-okay,” he whispered, then melted into the bed with a groan as I carefully pushed a finger inside.

I’d successfully been able to locate his prostate before, but only just. It was a little higher than a human’s, so my fingers had only just managed to reach it. I sought it out now, grinning when Greid twitched with a groan.

He’d explained before that demiurgus muscles were more pliant than humans’, so it wasn’t long before I was tunnelling two fingers inside him, then three. Then four, just to be safe, because my fingers weren’t all that big but the dildo was.

By the time I started lubing up the dildo, Greid was a trembling mess on the bed.

“Pl-please.” He tightened his grip on the backs of his knees, tail swishing restlessly against the bed.

“Shh.” I shuffled closer and palmed the fronts of his thighs, ducking down to kiss his shin. “I’ll look after you, Greid. You’re just going to lie there and take this big dick like a good boy.”

“Nnngh.” His cock strained on his belly. “B-Beryl—”

“Just relax,” I whispered, gripping the base of the cock and looking down so I could line it up with his hole. I was glad there was some light in here, because it wasn’t like I could feel it when the tip was in the right position.

Greid’s breath caught when he felt the tip of the dildo against his rim. He knew what to do, bearing down and exhaling a slow, shaky breath as I carefully pushed my hips forward. After a few fraught seconds, the flared head sank inside in a rush, and Greid let out a clipped moan as his hips jerked.

My heart was pounding, lust and nerves and excitement all swirling together. God, I hoped he enjoyed it. I hoped I possessed some kind of rhythm so I didn’t end up just jabbing awkwardly into his ass.

But how was I supposed to know if I was doing it right? I couldn’t actually feel anything. Although that didn’t stop my clit from pulsing with arousal as I stared at the bright pink length sinking inside Greid.

I had to shuffle my knees out a little wider to get the right angle as my hips finally pressed flush against his backside. Palming the backs of his thighs for leverage, I looked up to gauge his reaction.

He was panting, clawed toes flexing as his cock twitched on his belly. It was still hard as a rock, which hopefully meant he wasn’t in any pain, but I asked to make sure.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded quickly, swallowing as his eyes met mine. His gaze was tight with desperation, but there was a hint of shyness there mingling with pure pleading. He wanted me to move. He wanted me to fuck him, but something was still holding him back.

Determination swelled, making me grip his thighs tighter. He had no reason to be embarrassed for what he liked in bed, and screw anyone who had ever tried to make him feel ashamed for it.

I was going to fuck that doubt right out of him.

“Tell me what you want, Greid.” I squeezed his thighs, wishing I could kiss him right now.

His throat bobbed, lips parting. But he only croaked, “B-Beryl…”

“Tell me.” I pulled my hips back an inch, only to sink back inside. He gasped, eyes widening.

After another swallow, he whispered, “I w-want you to fuck me.”

I smiled and delivered my first proper thrust. “Good boy.”

His breath punched out of him, legs twitching. When I thrust again, his eyes rolled back as a trembling moan left him.

It took me a little while to get into a rhythm. It was kind of odd, knowing there was something inside of him that was attached to me, but being unable feel it. Greid seemed to be enjoying it though, even if my first few thrusts were a little clumsy and uncoordinated. His chest heaved, a moan tearing from his throat every time my hips smacked against him.

Eventually I hit my stride, and my thrusts started coming smoother and faster. Even though I couldn’t feel it, the motion of pumping into him—the knowledge that I was actually fucking Greid’s ass—was turning me on so much. I could feel how hot and slick my pussy was, lust swimming through my veins and making me pant almost as hard as he was.

I braced myself on the backs of his thighs as I pounded into him, unable to slow my hips now as I watched him, hungrily taking in every sign of pleasure painting his features. His eyes were closed, brows drawn in desperation and lips parted around the constant moans escaping him with every thrust.