“Greid,” I said sternly, before cutting him off with a firm kiss. He melted, fingers digging into my hip as he kissed me back sweetly. “You were so good,” I told him after pulling back. “Hardly made a peep, which is pretty impressive.”

He gave me a shy grin. “I thought my head was gonna explode.”

Laughing, I kissed him again. “Next time, you can make all the noise you want. But maybe around a gag,” I added slyly, chuckling when his breath caught.

“Don’t make me get hard again,” he rasped. “I’ll pass out if all the blood rushes back to my cock, and I’m pretty sure there aren’t any fluids left in my body.”

That made me sit up, knee-walking across the bed to reach for the glass of water on the nightstand. When I held it out for Greid, he heaved himself up with a groan. As he gulped it down, he eyed me nervously over the rim of the glass.

“Was it, um, okay?” he asked me anxiously after pulling back, his ears fluttering. “I’ve never… you know, done that with a human before.”

I grinned at him. “You made me come really hard. Twice. So that should tell you everything.” I gestured at his relaxed cock. “I’ve never done that with a demiurgus either, so we’re even.”

He snorted. “I have a dick, though. Don’t think there’s all that much nuance when it comes to dicks. You could probably just hover your hand over it like a crystal ball and I’d be happy.”

Bursting out laughing, I took the glass from him and set it back down before cupping his face in my hands. “Well, I like actually touching your dick, so I’m going to be doing a lot more than trying to see the future in it.”

His huge hands settled on my hips, squeezing gently as he leaned in and kissed me. “This was so much better than watching infomercials for ScrubShoes,” he mumbled against my mouth.

I laughed, pressing one last kiss to his mouth before pulling back. “Well, we can do both. Let’s watch TV for a while.”

“What, downstairs? Aren’t you tired?”

“No, I meant…” My pulse jumped with nerves. Would this be too much? “I meant do you want to sleep here? We can… I’ll probably fall asleep, but—”

“Yes,” he blurted out. “Okay. Yeah. That’d be… I’d like that. If you don’t mind. I can just go—”

“I want you to stay here, Greid,” I said with a tiny smile, cutting off his nervous rambling. “But you can go get your onesie first if you’ll be more comfortable in it.”

“Okay.” He scrambled off the bed. “I’m just gonna grab something to eat as well. Do you want anything?”

Laughing, I shook my head, then spotted the dildo on the bed. “Hold on, don’t forget this.”

Greid’s ears fluttered wildly as he let out a self-conscious chuckle and took it from me. “Oh, yeah. Right. Um…”

“Make sure it’s nice and clean for next time.” I smirked at him, settling under the covers. “Hurry back, Greid.”

He gulped, staring at me with wide eyes before mumbling, “’Kay,” and turning for the door.

I grinned, watched his tail swish over his pert backside as he padded out of the room.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine

Greid

My legs were still trembling wildly as I made my way downstairs. My whole body was, in fact. I felt almost drunk—slow and relaxed, with a big, stupid grin on my face.

After washing the dildo and cleaning all the cum off me—and the lube off my ass—I slipped on my onesie and padded into the kitchen. For once, the hum of the overhead lights didn’t bother me much. I was too freaking relaxed to care.

I opened the fridge and automatically grabbed a can of soda, still super thirsty, but hesitated. With a grunt, I put it back and did the sensible thing by filling up two glasses of water. Caffeine probably wasn’t a good idea, and I had said to Beryl that I was going to try and eat more like a responsible adult.

Even though that sounded really boring.

I still grabbed the bag of snacks I’d bought earlier and carried it upstairs with me, my belly twisting into an excited knot, tighter and tighter with every step. I was gonna sleep with Beryl. I was going to be able to curl around her all night, bury my face in her wild curls, breathe her in and feel her soft body all loose and relaxed in sleep.

Seriously, I didn’t think life could get any better. I’d just had an orgasm so intense it had felt like my eyeballs were going to explode, I’d gotten to eat Beryl’s pussy and make her come—twice—and now I was going to sleep all night in a bed with her. With snacks. And TV. And Beryl.

I resisted the urge to knock politely on the half-open door when I reached her bedroom. You don’t need to knock, loser. She wants you here.

When I shuffled inside, the bedside lamp was off, and Beryl had lit several candles dotted around the room. She was leaning over slightly to close the lit lantern on her nightstand, still naked, so naturally my eyes shot down and zeroed in on her ass.

My cock twitched, easily filling again despite how sated I was. I may have started quietly panting like a dog. Her ass was just so… round. Plump and full, with the cutest little dimples. Would she be interested in smothering me with it? I was pretty sure she’d mentioned sitting on my face at some point while my tongue was between her legs.

How long should I wait before asking for that? Ten minutes? Half an hour? I guessed I should gauge how tired she was. But surely another orgasm would make her sleep better? Technically I’d be doing her a favour.

Beryl turned around with a smile, and my tongue practically lolled out of my mouth as I took in her small breasts and little pink nipples, her soft belly and round hips, the dark ginger curls between her thighs. All the freckles dotting her skin, heaviest on her face and chest before tapering off to a lighter smattering over her stomach and the tops of her legs. I wanted to count all of them—map them out on her body. Maybe play connect-the-dots and see what pictures I could draw on her skin.

Pretty sure asking to draw on her might be weird, though.

“Ready for bed?” she asked, pulling back the covers and sliding underneath. Still naked.

Thank you, Drob. I sent a silent prayer of thanks down to the demiurgus god, believed to reside deep in the core of the earth. Not that I actually believed in any gods, human or demiurgus. We’d all grown up in a “heathen household”, as my mom always jokingly called it.

But still. Naked Beryl was enough to ignite my faith in a higher power. Although maybe I should have been thanking one of the human gods.

Thank you, God, Drob, Jesus—whoever is responsible for Beryl’s ass.

I padded over to the bed, resisting the urge to cover my dick with the bag of snacks. It was pushing out against the front of the onesie, which probably didn’t look all that sexy. Not that I was under the impression that the onesie looked sexy when I wasn’t hard either.

I kind of wanted to take it off now that I wasn’t feeling so stripped raw, no longer a weak and trembling bundle of nerves with a reeling prostate and a shitload of cum streaking my front. But my dick was half hard now, which meant my foreskin was pulling back from the barbs as they pushed out further. I didn’t want to accidentally hurt Beryl in case my cock went rogue and started rubbing against her. Of its own accord, of course. I wasn’t an animal. I could stop myself from humping her like I was in heat. Maybe.

I wasn’t so sure, actually, so I kept the onesie on.

Beryl gratefully took the glass of water I handed her, gulping it down while I set the other on the nightstand and eagerly clambered into bed with as much grace as I possessed, which was none. I went to sit beside her, but Beryl leaned back against the headboard and encouraged me to settle between her legs.