“B-Beryl.” My balls were hugging the base of my shaft, which pulsed under her fingers. I had, like, seconds left before I exploded, but she hadn’t said I could. Which made the frustration even fucking better. I wanted to wait for her permission. I wanted her to order me to come.

“Nngh, Beryl,” I panted again, body locking up and starting to shake. “C-can I—”

“Come for me, Greid.” She gave me a mischievous grin, then stuck out her tongue so the head of my cock rested on it, sliding against the slippery muscle as I jerked my cock recklessly fast, desperate to come.

My hand bumped hers as she squeezed the base of my cock, but then she let go to cup my balls, her other hand still rubbing my hole in tight circles. I stiffened, clutching at the sheets, my fist flying up and down my dick, before letting out a strained shout as I started shooting long lines of dark cum over her pink tongue and to the back of her throat.

Beryl moaned, gently squeezing my sac to milk every drop from me as my body shook and my cock throbbed in my fist. After one final spurt, I sagged into the mattress with a long groan, fighting the urge to immediately go back to sleep.

Tiny aftershocks of pleasure zinged through me as Beryl smoothed her palms up and down my inner thighs, massaging the trembling muscles. She gave the head of my dick a sweet kiss before sitting up. Exhaling a shaky breath, I lifted my head to peer down at her, my softening cock twitching at the sight of her naked between my legs.

“You okay?” she asked with a teasing smile, still running her small hands up and down my thighs.

“Yeah,” I croaked dazedly, then went still as I realised something. “Oh shit, was I meant to stay quiet? Sorry, I can—”

I stopped myself, not quite sure how I’d been planning to finish that sentence. I can let you make me come again but this time I won’t make any noise? Well, I mean, if Beryl was up for that…

“No.” She grinned up at me. “I didn’t tell you to stay quiet that time.”

Climbing over my leg, she knee-walked up the bed until she could lean down and kiss me. “You were so good for me, Greid,” she murmured against my mouth, making my cock start trying to get hard again.

My ears fluttered as I cleared my throat. “Th-thanks,” I said, suddenly feeling shy. But amazing at the same time. I’d made Beryl happy. That was literally the best feeling in the world.

I’d also made her come pretty hard, which made a triumphant grin spread over my face as Beryl nuzzled my ear. I may have been a hot mess and a weird, awkward goblin—something my sister Kiti liked to call me all the time—but I knew how to make a woman feel good. Well, women and my roommate that one time in college. But he’d come pretty hard too, judging by the enthusiastic and messy blowjob he’d then given me, before we’d awkwardly admitted that we’d both just wanted to see what it was like but neither of us were interested in doing it again.

Wait, why was I thinking about my foray into bicurious experimentation when there was still a naked Beryl in front of me? Letting my gaze trail down her body, I licked my lips and settled a hand on her side as I remembered what I’d wanted to ask her the night before.

“Hey.” I craned my neck to kiss her. “Um, do you want to sit on—”

“Oh fuck, what’s the time?” Beryl lunged for her phone on the nightstand, then went pale as she looked at the screen. “Shit, I start work in ten minutes. I forgot to set my alarm.”

“Oh. Shit.” I sat up as she scrambled out of bed. “I could drive you there. It’ll take like twenty seconds.”

She shot me a grateful look as she wriggled into her underwear. “Really? Do you mind?”

“Of course not.” I got up and stretched, my tail swishing contentedly. “I need to take the headpiece to the post office anyway.”

“Oh no, I wanted to see it before you sent it.” Beryl sounded dismayed as she tugged on black pants. “Will you take lots of pictures of it for me? Please?”

My face spikes flexed with pleasure. “Sure. Of course.”

After putting on her shirt, Beryl hurried into the bathroom. A second later, I heard the water running, and padded across the bedroom in time to see her rinsing foam off her face.

“God, my hair’s a freaking mess.” She grabbed her toothbrush after drying off. “Can you try and make it look presentable for me while I brush my teeth?”

“Sure.” I stepped up behind her and took the hair tie she offered. Slipping it onto my wrist, I gently gathered her wild curls up in my hands.

“Ih eez uh uush,” Beryl said, gazing at me in the mirror as she scrubbed her teeth vigorously, toothpaste foam dripping down her chin.

“I have no idea what you just said.” I managed to get her hair gathered at the crown of her head and tied it up into a high ponytail. Then I patted the mass of hair a few times because it looked so bouncy.

Beryl snorted, leaning down to spit into the sink. “I said it needs a brush.”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t like Beryl’s hair didn’t always look a little wild. “Looks pretty. You always look pretty.”

Her eyes softened in the mirror as she rinsed off her toothbrush. “Thanks, Greid. God, I really need to pee but I don’t have time. I’ll have to wait ’til I get there.”

“You have time to pee.” I stepped back. “It won’t matter if you’re a minute late.”

“Yes it will, Greid.” Beryl shook her head as she headed for the door. “I don’t want to be late.”

“Okay,” I said quickly, following her out. “I’ll go get dressed real quick and meet you at the door.”

“Thank you.” She paused long enough to press a smacking kiss to my chest. Then she patted my ass. “Thirty seconds. I mean it.”

My cock twitched with interest, but I forced myself to hurry out of the room. “Thirty seconds,” I echoed, clambering down the stairs. “Got it.”

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Chapter Forty-One

Beryl

“I’m really nervous.”

I heard Aunt Violet tut through the phone as I wandered down the sidewalk. It was a bright and crisp late Saturday morning. Greid and I had slept in late, in my bed again, after he’d come to meet me once I finished work. He’d decided not to come earlier to meet Parin var Gelligar—he’d said he’d just forever agonise over coming across as “weird and awkward” to her and thought it was safer not to.

We’d tried to rewatch that documentary once we got into bed. This time, we’d managed about fifteen minutes before getting… distracted. I’d ended up straddling Greid’s face, his guttural moans vibrating through my pussy as he licked me feverishly and I sucked on the head of his dick. It was kind of lucky his cock was so freaking big. His body was so much longer than mine that there was no way I would’ve been able to reach it otherwise.

This time, I hadn’t let him finish until he’d made me come twice. And then for a while longer after that, just because. I loved seeing him get all needy and desperate and trembly. I loved hearing him beg. I loved knowing that he loved it too.

And yes, I had come to terms with the fact that I loved him. A lot. Like, a stupid amount. It was why I’d called my aunt on my way to Deep Brew, but as soon as she’d answered, I knew I wouldn’t be brave enough to tell her. So instead, I’d told her about going for drinks with Corva later that night.

“Why are you nervous, Beryl?” Violet tutted again. “You’re so confident and friendly.”

I grunted, remembering how anxious and not confident I’d felt texting Corva the day before, asking if she wanted to meet up for a drink. I’d only been able to go through with it because I’d been with Greid. He’d met me for dinner between my shifts at the Japanese restaurant down the street. He’d been a little fidgety and uncomfortable at first, hunching his shoulders when the waiter came over to take our order, but eventually he’d relaxed enough to enjoy his meal. It had made me more determined to push out of my comfort zone, like Greid was doing for me. I couldn’t wait to go to the artisan market with him tomorrow morning. I was looking forward to it way more than I was the drinks tonight with Corva.