Berries and Greed: MF Monster Romcom, page 44
As we were getting undressed, Greid had shyly asked if I minded him sleeping in his true form, explaining that he wasn’t all that used to sleeping in his humanoid one. Of course I didn’t, and I told him as much, then watched eagerly as he shifted and I once again got to see his true demiurgus side—alien but beautiful. Once we got into bed, he’d nuzzled his long snout against my throat and wrapped his rangy limbs around me, his contented sigh ruffling my hair.
I’d almost told him I loved him then, but he’d been snoring before I could work up the courage to get the words out.
I was in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner when I finally heard Greid coming down the stairs at around six. He shuffled into the room, stretching out his back with a grunt.
“What are you making?” he asked with interest as he came up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist, bending his knees so he could rest his chin on my shoulder.
“I thought I’d try stir fry.” I transferred all the sliced carrots from the chopping board to a bowl. “Seems easy enough.”
“Ooh.” His hand reached around me and plucked a carrot slice from the bowl. I heard him crunch down a second later, then make a disgusted sound. “Why did I do that? I hate raw vegetables.”
“Because the sight of any food turns you into a magpie.” I nudged his belly with my elbow. “Raw carrot is nice.”
“I guess it wasn’t too bad.” He stole another bit and straightened. “Do I have time to take a shower before dinner?”
“Yes. I’m still prepping all the delicious, delicious veggies we’ll have in it.”
“Am I being punished for something?” He kissed the top of my head. “I won’t be long.”
“Okay.”
I watched him amble out of the kitchen, his tail swishing over his ass, which looked really good in those grey sweats. Once I’d heard his bedroom door click shut, I looked back down at the red bell peppers on the chopping board, washed and ready to be sliced.
Dinner could wait.
My stomach was jittery with nervous excitement as I washed my hands at the sink and made my way into the living room. I perched on the couch, wiping my palms down my thighs. I’d already stashed the bag of toys next to the couch, because if he was interested in me fucking him tonight, I wanted us to do it in his room where I knew he’d be most comfortable.
How long should I wait before I just moved myself into his room permanently? Did he even want that?
My knee bounced nervously as I waited for Greid to get out of the shower. I turned on the TV to distract myself, flicking to the celebrity gossip show I sometimes watched. The sound of the TV drew Greid’s attention when he finally emerged from his room, appearing in the doorway in his onesie with his wet hair pushed back from his face.
“Shit, sorry, did I take too long? Is dinner already done?”
I shook my head. “No, I just… Um, I wanted to show you something first.”
“Is it a pizza?” He made his way over to the couch. “Like, as an appetiser to the stir fry?”
I chuckled. “Nope, sorry. Better resign yourself to eating my stir fry tonight.”
“I’m just kidding.” He sat down right beside me, shuffling as close as possible and wrapping his arm around my waist as he kissed my cheek. “I like your food.”
I gave him a distracted smile, reaching over to palm his thigh. “So, you know I went to a store earlier that Corva recommended?”
“Yeah. Wait, what store was it again? I can’t remember.”
“Well.” I cleared my throat and said brightly, “It was a sex store.”
I could feel Greid staring down at me. “A sex store, huh? Okay, you definitely didn’t tell me that earlier, because I definitely would’ve remembered.”
Chuckling, I leaned over the side of the couch to grab the bag. “I got some stuff.”
“Can I see?” he asked immediately.
“Of course.” I laughed, reaching into the bag. “It’s stuff for us, Greid.”
I pulled the handcuffs out first and glanced up at Greid. His eyes went wide for a second, throat bobbing, before a big, filthy grin spread across his face as he took them from me. “Nice. I like the pink.”
“I knew you would.” I nudged his arm with a sly grin. “So, want me to handcuff you to the bed?”
“Yes, please,” he rasped, long fingers sifting through the pink fluff lining the cuffs as his ears fluttered.
Pulse leaping, I pulled out the strap-on. “Want me to fuck you while you’re tied up?”
Greid froze. I looked back up to gauge his reaction, seeing his yellow eyes wide and fixed on the strap-on in my hands. He let out a shaky breath.
“Fuck. I… Y-yeah. Yes.” His mouth opened and closed wordlessly a few times, before he hoarsely repeated, “Yes.”
“Is the dick too big?” I looked down at it critically. “I got a smaller one in case—”
“N-no, it’s… It’s not.” He swallowed. “It’s a, uh, demiurgus one, huh? It’s got…”
“Barb-like bumps, yeah.” I fisted the dildo and stroked it a few times, the fake barbs abrading my palm, but not in an unpleasant way. Greid let out a croak.
“So you… Corva recommended this place?” His shoulders hunched as I looked over at him, ears fluttering with anxiety. “Did you… Did you tell her…”
“No,” I rushed to reassure him, letting go of the dick to thread our fingers together. “No, Greid, I didn’t tell her anything. I wouldn’t. That’s private, between us. No one else’s business.”
He swallowed and nodded. “I know. Sorry. I know you wouldn’t. It’s just…”
When he trailed off, I squeezed his hand and gently asked, “What?”
“It’s just that—” He cringed, releasing my hand to scrub both of his over his face. “Fuck, I don’t want to keep bringing her up. I’m sorry.”
Okay, so this was about Agma. I shook my head. “Greid, it’s okay. It’ll help me understand, so I don’t mind at all. Okay? I promise.”
“Okay.” He sighed and rubbed his face again. “When Agma and I split up, she told her friends… stuff. About what I, um, wanted. So it just… It got pretty awkward whenever I bumped into them after that.”
Murderous rage swept through me. “She did what?”
“Yeah.” He picked at the front of his onesie. “A couple of them made some gross comments when I saw them at the grocery store not long after we broke up. Made it pretty clear they… knew.” He shrugged, but the movement was jerky. “I’d gotten somewhat friendly with a few of her friends during our relationship, but that ended after that. So. Yeah.”
Suddenly, him going to the compound made a lot more sense. I’d already been able to tell that he’d been lonely, but this was why he’d actually done it. He’d been ostracised. And his social anxiety would have made it even harder for him to go out and make new friends, especially without knowing who knew what about him in the local demiurgus population.
My hands were clenched into tight fists. I was practically vibrating with fury. Letting out a slow breath, I forced my fingers to uncurl so I could clasp his hand.
“That was a really, really shitty thing for her to do.” I was trying not to squeeze his fingers too tight. All I wanted to do was wrap him in my arms and never let go. “She had no right to tell anyone personal stuff about you.”
“It just sucks because I… I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed about what I like. It shouldn’t feel shameful. But… that doesn’t mean I want random people knowing, you know? And among demiurgus, being submissive is… It’s not that common. I don’t think, anyway. We’re just kind of built to be domineering. It’s what’s expected. But I’m just… not. I never have been.”
“So did she tell her friends about you being submissive, or you being a bottom?” I asked gently. “Because they’re separate things. What exactly was it that they thought they had a right to judge you for?”
“Both, I think.” He rubbed a palm anxiously over his thigh. “The submissive thing is unusual for demiurgus, but I think she found, um, me being a bottom weirder. But it’s not like I only like bottoming. We never did that, obviously, because she didn’t want to. We had sex in other ways.” He hunched up again, ears going crazy. “Sorry. You probably don’t want to hear this.”
“Greid, it doesn’t bother me at all.” I stroked my thumb over the side of his hand. “I’m an adult. I know you’ve had sex before. So have I.”
“Okay. Sorry,” he mumbled again automatically, then clutched my hand tighter. “God, you went out and got awesome sex toys for us and I’ve made it all serious.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I turned to face him, crossing my legs. “I promise you, Greid, I didn’t tell Corva anything, and I never would. She asked about my boyfriend, so when I told her you’re a demiurgus, she asked if we had sex. I just said that yes, we did, but you obviously can’t penetrate me because I’m human. I didn’t go into any more detail than that. I’d never do that to you.”
“I know you wouldn’t, berry.” He turned as well, cocking a knee up on the couch and clasping my hands. “I’m sorry I asked. I trust you.”
Sweet, silly demiurgus. I shifted onto my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. He buried his face against the bend of my neck with a sigh, squeezing me tight.
“I understand why you asked,” I told him, sifting my fingers through his hair. “I’m not offended. I’m glad you told me.”
I couldn’t believe Agma had done that. I’d always tried to keep my opinion on her neutral. She was just a person who used to be in Greid’s life. A closed-minded, insensitive person—with similar friends, evidently—but not a monster. Not evil.
Now I wanted to punch her in the face.
“I know it goes without saying, but there is nothing you could tell me you wanted that I would find weird.” Trying to bring some levity, I added, “Even if you told me you wanted me to dress up as a sexy clown and honk a big red clown nose while we had sex, it might take me a minute to get into it, but I’d be more than willing to try it out.” I pulled back and cupped his face with a grin. “Might be kinda fun, actually.”
He snuffled out a little laugh. “Pretty sure I’d be into you dressed up as a sexy anything, but the nose honking might be a little distracting.”
I smiled and stroked his sharp cheekbones with my thumbs. “Of the two of us, I’m the one with the strange baggage. You accepted me without question, sex cult past and all. And you accepted my vaginismus and aversion to penetration without question too. You… You’re an inherently good person, Greid. And I feel so lucky that I get to be with you.”
His big yellow eyes softened as a lump formed in my throat. He swallowed, voice thick as he said, “It’s the other way around, berry. I’m lucky.”
I gave him a watery smile. “Let’s just agree that we’re both the best, so we were always meant to be together.”
I’d said it jokingly, but Greid didn’t even smile. His gaze drifted down to my mouth as he nodded.
“Yeah. We were.”
I swallowed, letting my hands slide down to the sides of his neck. My mouth went dry, so I licked my lips. “Greid, I… I—”
He leaned forward in a rush and kissed me, arms wrapping around me tight and tugging me onto his lap. I slid my knees apart to straddle him, moaning into his mouth as our tongues tangled together. It wasn’t long before I was frantically tugging up his onesie, breaking the kiss so we could get it over his head, and then my hands were smoothing over his bare chest as our mouths crashed back together.
His stiffening cock throbbed against my backside, trapped in his sweats. Long fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, then shoved my bra up as Greid tore his mouth from mine, breathing hard. His hands dipped to cup my ass, hoisting me up higher so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
I moaned, sliding my fingers through his hair and arching my hips so I could press myself against his front. His ridged tongue felt incredible as it circled my nipple, lips sucking feverishly, his moans vibrating through my chest. One of his hands shifted, sliding between my legs from behind to cup my pussy.
“Greid,” I panted as he shifted his mouth to my other nipple, lavishing just as much attention on it. His long fingers rubbed over my pussy, giving just enough friction through my pants and underwear to make my clit take notice.
‘Domme mode’, as I had dubbed it, was starting to come easier now, allowing me to shift into the role fully as Greid shuddered beneath me. I gentled my fingers in his hair, but kept his mouth pressed close to my breast.
“My greedy boy,” I breathed, wanting to smile when he groaned hoarsely against me. “You love doing this, don’t you? You love feeling my nipples get all stiff and sensitive in your mouth.”
He moaned desperately in answer, unwilling to stop.
“And you love licking my pussy, don’t you?” I murmured, the words turning me on just as much as they were him, because all I could picture was Greid’s head buried between my legs. “You love feeling my clit throb against your tongue. You love tasting me, knowing how wet you make me. You love it when I sit on your face and all you can taste and smell and feel is me.”
Greid’s hips strained up beneath me, fingers biting into the curve of my ass and pressing harder against my hot pussy. He finally released my nipple to kiss his way frantically up my neck, breathing hard as he crushed his lips to mine.
“Can I?” he pleaded between feverish kisses. “Please.”
I gently clasped his face to pull him away and grin at him. “Maybe I’ll let you once I’ve fucked you.” Leaning in, I gave him one more kiss. “Do you want me to fuck you, Greid?”
“Yes,” he panted immediately, yellow eyes hazy with desperation. “Please, Beryl.”
I grinned again, pressing a kiss to the tip of his flat nose. “Good boy.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Beryl
The strap-on’s harness was sitting comfortably on my hips, the bedroom was softly lit with candlelight, and Greid was naked on the bed with his dick hard and a desperate look in his eyes.
Perfect.
I’d opted against handcuffing him this time for two reasons. One: this was a new experience for both of us, and I didn’t want him to get overwhelmed or panic if he decided he actually didn’t like it. And two: I was pretty sure I was going to need his help figuring out a viable position for this, seeing as he was so much bigger than me.
There’d be plenty of time later to restrain him and blow his mind while I had my wicked way with him. But I was a little nervous too, and this had to be enjoyable for both of us.
Parting his knees, I settled myself between his long legs and smoothed my hands up his thighs. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m… I’m okay.” He was already shivering with lust, yellow eyes wide and gleaming in the low light as they trailed down my front and locked onto the big pink dick between my legs.
My mouth curved into a tiny smile. “Nervous? Excited?”
He swallowed. “Both.”
I knew for him to truly enjoy this, I had to help him get out of his head a little. And I knew the best way to do that was to get bossy.
“Come here.” I leaned forward for a kiss, and Greid struggled up onto straightened arms to curl forward so our lips could meet.
The dildo bumped against his hard cock, making him jerk and break the kiss to look down with wide eyes. “Damn, th-that feels weird.”
I huffed in amusement, rocking my hips to slide the length of the dildo against his dick. “In a good way?”
Greid shuddered, his tail flicking anxiously between his spread thighs. “Y-yeah, I… don’t know. I think so.”
Lunging forward to give him one more kiss, I murmured, “Well, maybe you just need to get better acquainted with it.”
Resting my hands on his shoulders for balance, I carefully stood up on the mattress, wobbling only a little as I shifted my feet until they were either side of Greid’s hips. I could hear his shallow breaths, and when I looked down, my clit pulsed at the sight of the dildo just inches from his mouth.
Greid was staring up at me in silence, breathing fast. Just waiting.
“Lick it, Greid.” My voice was low and throaty as I fisted the base of the dildo in one hand and tilted it toward his mouth.
His yellow eyes darkened before dropping to the length jutting from my hips. I saw his throat bob with a nervous swallow, but he leaned in and obeyed so sweetly, his tongue emerging to slowly, hesitantly swipe over the dildo’s head.
I moaned as if I could feel it. “Good boy. Again.”
He licked again, starting lower this time so his tongue connected with all the little barb-like bumps on the shaft. This time he lingered on the head, swirling his tongue timidly around the tip and letting out a hoarse sound. I wondered if he was imagining how it felt when I did the same to him.
I tapped the cock against the flat of his tongue. “Suck it.”
Greid drew in a sharp breath, but shuddered as he closed his mouth around the tip of the dildo. One of his hands lifted from the bed to slide up the back of my thigh, fingers digging in tight when he reached my ass.
“Bet you can’t wait to have this inside you, can you, greedy boy?” I purred, threading my fingers through his hair. “It’s so big. It’s going to stretch you open so wide. I’ll have to get you ready first.”
He moaned hoarsely as I rocked my hips the tiniest amount, making the dildo slide another half-inch into his mouth. Then I pulled it free, sinking back onto my knees as I grabbed a pillow. “Lie back.”
Greid was trembling as he obeyed, breathing fast, his cock jutting over his stomach. The tip already glistened with the first hint of pre-cum.
More fluid pulsed out when I ordered, “Grab behind your knees for me, Greid.”
