Berries and Greed

Fuck his ex, I thought viciously, watching him leave the room and vanish. For the dozenth time, I tried to picture the mysterious Agma. In my mind, I imagined a tall, leggy demiurgus with a waterfall of silky black hair that probably had some stunningly beautiful jewel sheen to it. Sultry yellow eyes framed with thick black lashes. Sharp, gleaming white teeth inside a perfectly pouty mouth.

I shook the thoughts away quickly. I was not going to fall into the mindset of comparing myself bitterly to other women, human or demiurgus. Agma wasn’t a threat or a villain. She was just a person who happened to have been with Greid in the past. Sure, from what he’d told me about her, she sounded closed-minded and a little cruel, but I didn’t know enough about demiurgus dynamics, either sexual or romantic, to form a proper opinion.

Which was why research was needed.

I made a mental list. One: find out more about sexually submissive people, maybe specifically sexually submissive demiurgus, to be better informed about what Greid desired. Two…

I cast a sheepish glance at the living room door, then got up and poked my head out into the hall. Greid’s bedroom door was closed, but I couldn’t hear any sounds from behind it. He wasn’t in the kitchen. Walking quietly, I made my way up to the third floor and paused to listen. After a few seconds, my ears picked up the faint strains of the chill-out music Greid sometimes listened to while working. Then a clatter, followed by a grumbled, “Fucking emerald, stop rolling off the fucking table, you asshole.”

Mouth quirking, I hurried into my bedroom to grab my onesie. For tactical reasons. It had a big front pocket I could stuff my phone into to muffle any sounds if Greid came downstairs unexpectedly while I was watching demiurgus porn.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Beryl

The internet was amazing.

I hadn’t truly appreciated it since leaving the cult, mostly using it to browse recipe sites for meals I hadn’t actually attempted to make yet, and online versions of the celebrity gossip mags I’d always had a secret addiction to, despite not even knowing who any of the people were.

But as I curled up on the couch under a blanket that smelled like Greid, I’d been able to find out so much. BDSM, Dom/sub dynamics in particular—all the different ways someone could be sexually submissive. Safewords and consent, the latter of which, yeah, I obviously knew all about, but the sites I’d looked at had highlighted how hugely important it was in situations where someone was making themselves so vulnerable.

Then there were all the kinks and fetishes, several of which intrigued me to no end. Like shibari and other forms of bondage. Milking—that one sounded hot as shit. Orgasm denial and edging—I got so excited when I discovered that the thing I already knew I loved had an actual name.

One thing I couldn’t find, however, was information specifically on sexually submissive demiurgus. There was literally no way that Greid was the only submissive demiurgus in the entire world, but apparently, if it was more common, it was all behind closed doors and wasn’t really talked about.

Which brought me to my second task while Greid was still safely tucked away in his workshop.

Casting a nervous glance at the living room door, I took a deep breath. I didn’t know any porn sites, so I just searched for ‘demiurgus porn’. Thankfully, it brought up about a million results.

My eyes widened when I tapped on the first one and an ad appeared at the top of the page when it loaded. Hot, horny demigirls in your area! it proclaimed above a photo of a naked female demiurgus with four enormous breasts that sat on her chest like globes, topped with wide cobalt nipples. I’d already known that female demiurgus had four breasts, but… Jesus, those were massive.

Did demiurgus get cosmetic surgery too? I almost opened a new tab to look into it, but no. I had a mission. I couldn’t get distracted.

Not knowing where on earth to begin, I just clicked on the first video in the long list on my screen. It was titled ‘Demi MILF w/ big tits gets pounded by daughter’s boyfriend’. My nose wrinkled. Not really my thing, but it wasn’t like I was watching it to get turned on.

I still watched avidly as the scene began with a slender demiurgus—with, yes, gigantic breasts—in her humanoid form sashaying out of a pool in a skimpy pink bikini that looked amazing against her deep black skin. Then a ripped demiurgus male in a skin-tight tank and jeans—also in his humanoid form—sauntered on-screen, his black hair cut short and spiking up on his head.

“Hey, Mrs Javik,” he drawled.

“Kinar!” The female gasped, then breathed, “My daughter’s not here.”

“Well, hey, you know, that’s okay.” Kinar was already rubbing the bulge of his crotch. I winced. His acting wasn’t the best. “I just came by to—”

Huffing, I skipped ahead. When the video resumed, I recoiled and blinked at what I saw on the screen.