She looked at me expectantly once she was comfortable, so I cleared my throat and headed for the nearest wall. Gripping a jutting rock, I hoisted myself up with ease and began to scale the side of the deeproom, picking up speed as I neared the stalactites hanging above.

“Woah, you’re so fast.” Beryl laughed, eyes tracking me.

“Yeah.” Bending my legs, I leapt for the nearest stalactite and dug my claws in. My hair hung down in a curtain as I looked down at her and grinned.

She smiled back up at me, watching as I leapt for the next one, then the next. Oh no, the zoomies were back. Restless energy buzzed under my skin, power coiling in my muscles as I jumped between stalactites, then raced down the opposite wall and across the floor on all fours to do it again.

I heard Beryl laugh as I raced past her to do a lap around the room, my hands and feet thumping against rock and packed earth. I wasn’t any more coordinated in this form, so I skidded through the dirt a few times, climbing up the walls so I wouldn’t crash into them when I couldn’t slow down in time.

“Greid, I’ve never seen you move so fast,” Beryl called, making me slow as I loped across the room toward her. I was panting a little, my tongue lolling out of my mouth.

Breathless, I perched on one of the nest’s flat rocks and crossed my legs, my twin hearts pounding with exhilaration. “I’m ready to talk about stuff, Beryl.”

It felt easier while I was in this form, while we were down in this dark, deep room with the earth surrounding us. Like I could share all my secrets with her and they’d stay locked up in here.

Except these were secrets that would follow us back up. Hopefully, anyway. Unless Beryl was horrified by the things I wanted.

Well, she already knew one thing I wanted. I’d nearly died of embarrassment when I admitted it to her, the memory of Agma’s shock and disdain flashing in front of my eyes. The way she’d recoiled, shaking her head and telling me it wasn’t normal for me to want that.

I shoved back the memories to see Beryl blinking in surprise. But she nodded, wriggling her butt to get comfier in the nest. I wanted to curl up in there with her. Maybe take a nap in the dark and quiet of the deeproom while clinging to her soft frame.

“Okay.” She smiled at me. “If you feel ready. Wait, have you smoked today?”

“No, I haven’t. And I do feel ready, but…” I dragged a claw over the rock. “I don’t really know… Um, I mean, what do you want to know?”

“Well…” She cocked her head. “I noticed while I was watching the porn that it all seemed really aggressive between demiurgus. Like they were all constantly fighting for dominance. For the upper hand in the situation.”

I cringed. “Yeah.”

She was watching me carefully. “Do you like that?”

I shook my head immediately. “No. No way. I’m not, um, at all dominant. Agma hated it.” I grimaced, hunching my shoulders. “Sorry for bringing her up again.”

“No, it’s totally fine. Of course she’s going to come up. Don’t worry, Greid.”

“Okay.” I swallowed thickly, keeping my head lowered. “It wasn’t only her, anyway. All the women I’ve been with, they never liked when I would just submit. They wanted a fight. They wanted me to try and overpower them as much as they were trying to overpower me. Demiurgus sex is… yeah, aggressive, like you said. And I’m just… not.”

She reached over and clasped my hand. “And that’s perfectly fine, Greid. That actually… um, well that suits me, really. I think I’m more dominant, but not in that way. Not in an aggressive way. I just like being in control.” She paused, then added, “During sex,” to make it crystal clear.

My cock twitched. Oh god, I could not get an erection. My boxer briefs would be no match for it in this form.

“I like taking the lead,” Beryl continued, and my cock twitched again. “Is that what… you want?”

“Yes,” I said hoarsely.

“Okay.” She squeezed my hand and released it to sit back. “So if you want, I could be like… your Domme.”

I felt faint.

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Chapter Thirty-Two

Greid

“Greid?” Beryl asked cautiously when I didn’t speak. All the blood was rushing from my brain further south. “Is that what you’re interested in?”

“Y-Yes,” I rasped.

Was this actually happening?

“Okay. Good. Me too.” Beryl was all business, which made my cock buck again as she sat back and pulled out her phone. “I made some notes while I was reading up on it yesterday. The internet is incredible, huh? I found out so much.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s… great,” I managed, furtively trying to adjust my dick as it threatened to poke out the waistband of my boxer briefs.

Beryl noticed, but said nothing, just tugged a blanket out from under her and handed it to me. I took it gratefully and draped it over my lap.

“Okay.” She peered at her phone screen. “So before we do anything, you know, of that nature, we need to establish what exactly you want.” Glancing up at me, she added, “I wouldn’t want to be your Domme twenty-four-seven, like in our day-to-day lives. Is that okay?”

“No, that’s fine,” I said quickly. “I wouldn’t want that either.”

I loved the dynamic we had already in that aspect—how easy it was to live with Beryl, how much I enjoyed having her here.

“Well,” Beryl said with a tiny, crooked smile, “except for maybe texting you and telling you to do something in preparation for sex.”

I gulped. “That… that’s fine.”

She nodded, looking back down at her phone. “Okay, great. Now, you need to establish your safeword.”

I blinked a few times, excitement rising up in my belly and chasing away some of my nerves. Oh god, for the first time I would actually need a safeword.

“You don’t need to pick it right now, obviously, but—”

“Broccoli,” I blurted, then ducked my head as my ears fluttered wildly.

I’d had a safeword picked out for years that I’d never had the opportunity to use or even bring up. I’d spent a long, long time fantasising about situations where I might have to use one. Not wanting to use it, obviously, but… being in a position where the safety net of it was there. Being in a position where it was necessary.

“Okay. Broccoli.” Beryl smiled at me when I glanced up at her through my eyelashes. “So if you ever say that, it means everything stops. Not just during sex, Greid. I mean, like, if I’m asking you things or talking to you about something you’re not comfortable with, just say that word and the conversation will stop with no questions asked. Including this one.”

“Oh. Okay.” That made me relax considerably.

In fact, having Beryl take charge of this conversation was helping a lot. It wasn’t feeling so scary, almost like we were just discussing my preferences for food or TV shows or whatever.

“I know this might seem kind of intense when we’ve only, you know, done stuff once.” Beryl gave me a tiny smile. “But it’s important to me to know what you want, Greid. What I can and can’t do in the… heat of the moment.”

“No, I know. I appreciate it.” I shifted. “But what you want is important to me too.”

“We’ll get to that.” Beryl looked at her phone again. “Okay, so are there any kinks or fetishes you want to explore?”

Oh shit, back to nervous. My dick wasn’t nervous though, still steadily hardening. “Um…”

When I went quiet, Beryl set down her phone. “Why don’t I mention some… observations I’ve made? Will that help?”

“Yeah.” I sagged in relief, even as I wondered what she might’ve ‘observed’. “Okay.”

“Well, I noticed that you seemed to like it when I pinned your wrists down.” She watched me carefully, but her freckled cheeks flushed pink when she added, “And… when I called you a good boy.”