Berries and Greed
Deep Earth Dating
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Lily Mayne
Book One
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Copyright 2023 by Lily Mayne
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Contents
Content Warning
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
19. Chapter Nineteen
20. Chapter Twenty
21. Chapter Twenty-One
22. Chapter Twenty-Two
23. Chapter Twenty-Three
24. Chapter Twenty-Four
25. Chapter Twenty-Five
26. Chapter Twenty-Six
27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
30. Chapter Thirty
31. Chapter Thirty-One
32. Chapter Thirty-Two
33. Chapter Thirty-Three
34. Chapter Thirty-Four
35. Chapter Thirty-Five
36. Chapter Thirty-Six
37. Chapter Thirty-Seven
38. Chapter Thirty-Eight
39. Chapter Thirty-Nine
40. Chapter Forty
41. Chapter Forty-One
42. Chapter Forty-Two
43. Chapter Forty-Three
44. Chapter Forty-Four
45. Chapter Forty-Five
46. Chapter Forty-Six
47. Chapter Forty-Seven
48. Chapter Forty-Eight
49. Chapter Forty-Nine
Author’s Note
Books by Lily Mayne
About the Author
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Content Warning
This MF love story contains:
- Explicit Content
- Domme/sub dynamic - soft femdom top and sub bottom
- FMC with vaginismus and aversion to penetration
- FMC who is initially involved in a cult
- MMC with social anxiety
- Mentions of childhood neglect and abandonment
- Recreational use of a fictional drug
- Side character with addiction issues
- Alcohol consumption
- Non-human genitalia
- Restraint
- Edging
- Pegging
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Chapter One
Beryl
I was already smiling as I tugged up the blinds over my window, revealing cerulean skies and the orange-and-brown foliage of the sprawling park far below.
Another beautiful autumn day in The Order of the Greater Beings.
I had already dressed in my favourite flowy trousers and shirt—pale pink and white respectively today—but now that daylight streamed into the room, I sat down at my dressing table to do my hair and skincare.
After smoothing moisturiser over my face, I leaned in for a closer inspection in the mirror. The expensive face cream my aunt got for both of us mostly fended off the signs of ageing, but time stopped for no one. Now, as I smiled at myself in the mirror, laugh lines fanned out from the corners of my eyes.
I sighed, leaning back and reaching for my sunscreen. I was happy here—happier than I would be anywhere else. Probably. Maybe. So it was silly to look at my face, now twenty-five years older than it had been when I arrived, and feel like I was possibly… wasting my life.
I wasn’t wasting it, I thought stubbornly. I was ensuring I had the best life possible. My methods may have been a touch unconventional, but they’d worked for this long and they weren’t going to fail me now. Why would they? I’d worked the system—well, my aunt and I had—to ensure I lived in conditions that would otherwise be well beyond my means.
If it meant I had to live with a bunch of people who had willingly dedicated their lives to worshipping the demiurgus, the monstrous beings who lived among humans? Sure, I didn’t mind that. They could do what they wanted. Did I find it a little weird that they all stayed here desperately hoping to one day become a demiurgus’s mate? That they spent all their time reading about the species’ mysterious history, learning their ways and pampering themselves to look beautiful in the hopes of getting dicked down by one of them?
I mean, yeah, I found it a little strange.
The demiurgus weren’t human, but they were just… people. A different kind of people, but people. They weren’t gods. They’d emerged from wherever they’d lived, deep underground, centuries ago to start co-existing with humans on the surface. They’d brought with them medicine, interesting food, beautiful artwork and a new culture, which was how, I guessed, cults like this had sprung up.
Yeah, I was in a cult. But I wasn’t really in it. I just lived in The Order of the Greater Beings’ compound because… well. Because it was great. The building was huge and sprawling, on the top of a big hill that overlooked the city and surrounding countryside. It was clean and luxurious, and I had a huge room to myself. The food was good. The healthcare was top-notch. And my aunt was here.
My mother hadn’t been around when I was little, and my dad was… not great. Just a total dick who’d clearly never wanted a kid. After a decade of neglect, he’d finally foisted me off on his sister, my aunt, who worked at the compound as the general manager for its winemaking business.
She wasn’t a true follower of the cult either. She’d come here years earlier when she’d had no other options after a short stint in prison for theft. During that time, her boyfriend had shacked up with someone new and changed the locks, so when she got out, she’d been homeless—my dickhead dad hadn’t been willing to take her in—and hadn’t been able to get a job. She’d come to the cult one night, desperate, hoping for a bed and a hot meal. And then she’d stayed, because she got both of those things. She played the game just like I did, pretending to worship the demiurgus, and eventually she’d become general manager here, overseeing the day-to-day running of the cult’s winemaking business.
