Berries and Greed

They were… fighting. Mrs Javik’s bikini was gone, and so was Kinar’s tank. There was an enormous bulge snaking down his tight jeans leg as the pair of them wrestled, snarling and snapping their teeth. Mrs Javik managed to get him to the ground, then scrambled up his body to sit on his face, throwing her head back and cupping two of her breasts as she let out a loud, overexaggerated moan.

Her moan sharpened with excitement when Kinar threw her off and jumped to his feet. I winced when he gripped a handful of her hair and drew her down to her knees. With his free hand, he ripped open the button of his jeans and yanked out his cock.

My eyes bulged out of my head. It was ridiculous. It was unfathomably large. Greid’s had felt enormous as well, but… surely this was porn-star dick? Surely this was above average for a demiurgus?

I stared at it in shock as he tapped the bulbous head against Mrs Javik’s lips, jerking back with a laugh when she snapped her sharp teeth around a sultry grin. The head was smooth and tapered, but just beneath it… were spikes.

A lot of spikes.

Tiny little thorny things that wound around his shaft beneath the head, tapering off in size until they melted away to nothing, leaving the bottom third smooth. I winced in sympathy when Kinar wrapped his fist around his dick and stroked, but he let out a loud groan and pumped his hips. It clearly felt good. It wasn’t hurting him. Unless he was a better actor than I’d thought.

But… wouldn’t it hurt her? I gasped when Mrs Javik snarled and plunged her mouth onto his cock, pouty lips sliding down over the spikes that flared out beneath the head. She moaned as Kinar’s thighs began to quake, but then she ripped her mouth free and gave him another savage grin, before grabbing his ankles and jerking his legs out from under him so he crashed to the floor.

He growled as if it had excited him, scrambling back up and lunging for her. I stared vacantly as they fought some more, both of them trying to dominate the other, snarling and biting and kicking each other off. But they were both really into it. Kinar’s cock was leaking everywhere, and Mrs Javik’s bare cunt was practically dripping.

Was this how demiurgus had sex? It was kind of… intense.

I skipped forward again to see Kinar plunging his cock inside Mrs Javik, gripping her hair in a tight fist. She was moaning continuously, but she still kept trying to overpower him, to kick him away so she could ride him instead.

It was like a constant battle. God, it looked exhausting. I could see how it could be arousing to some people—especially, obviously, demiurgus, if this was the standard—but it did absolutely nothing for me.

I went back and selected another video, watching parts of it before clicking on another. And another. They were all the same. Didn’t matter who or how many demiurgus there were—every single video showed them fighting, snarling and biting in a battle of wills, all of them trying to dominate their partner or partners.

And every single dick had spikes on it.

Well, damn. This had been enlightening. And now I understood why Greid had grown so flustered when I told him I wanted to touch his dick. All the demiurgus I’d watched had seemed to like the feel of the spikes, or at least tolerate it, but… I wasn’t so sure I wanted to tear my palm to shreds stroking him off.

When I heard the creak of the stairs on a floor above, I hurriedly closed down all the tabs and stuffed my phone into my onesie pocket, feeling a little guilty. I’d only watched to understand better, to see what I could learn, but… hiding it from Greid felt kind of wrong.

“I watched demiurgus porn,” I blurted the moment he stepped into the living room.

He froze, blinking once as he processed that. “I—Oh. Um… ’kay.”

“For a reason,” I said hurriedly, then licked my lips as a hint of nerves made my pulse flutter. “I think… Do you want to talk about some stuff?”

“What, porn stuff?” he asked uncertainly as he made his way over to the couch, then perched on the edge and wiped his palms down his thighs. His eyes darted over to the smoking tin resting on the coffee table.

I laughed, some of the tension melting away. “No, not necessarily porn stuff.” Although now I was wondering what kind of porn Greid watched. “But I watched it because… I remembered what you said back at the compound about, uh, demiurgus dicks.”

Greid’s spine snapped straight. His eyes darted longingly to the smoking tin again, before he croaked, “Oh. Okay.”

Suddenly I wondered if it had been a terrible idea. Did he find it invasive? I hadn’t watched it to drool over demiurgus dick. I’d watched it so that if and when Greid ever got naked in front of me, I wouldn’t make him feel awful by gawping in shock or recoiling.

Not that I would have, now that I had an idea of what he had going on, but I hadn’t known that at the time. I just liked being prepared. Feeling in control of a situation.