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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

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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.

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.

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