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“Come here, Greid. Sit with your back to my front.”
He scrambled over, still clutching the lube and cock sleeve. When he settled in front of me, I snorted with laughter as I stared at his shoulder blades.
“A little lower,” I gently demanded, sliding my hands up and down his sides.
He immediately obeyed, shuffling down until I could see the back of his head.
“A bit more.” I smoothed my palms up and down his arms as he shifted down again until his head was tucked under my chin, his long, beautiful body splayed out before me. “Good boy.”
His cock jerked, leaking onto his stomach as he hooked his arms over my thighs and clutched my calf with his free hand. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders and onto his chest, dipping my head to brush my lips over the frondy tip of his ear. It wasn’t sharp at all—just a gentle flutter that tickled my lips.
“Look at you,” I crooned, nuzzling the side of his face. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to lick and touch every inch of you.”
“B-Beryl,” he rasped, his cock flexing again, a thread of pre-cum connecting the tip to his stomach.
I slid a hand down his chest, fingertips growing slick from the fluid already decorating his skin before I skimmed one back and forth over his leaking slit. Greid’s hips jerked, a hard breath punching out of him as his dull claws bit into my leg.
“Have you tasted yourself before, Greid?” This wasn’t something we’d discussed, but I couldn’t help asking the question.
“Y-yeah.” His head tilted down to watch my fingertip sliding back and forth over the tip of his wet cockhead. His thighs twitched, spreading wider, his chest beginning to heave.
“Do you want to taste yourself for me now?” I purred in his ear. “And if you’ve been tested recently, you can give me my first taste of you directly from your tongue.”
I had no idea if humans and demiurgus could contract diseases from each other, but obviously we weren’t going to risk it. I’d been tested about a month before I left the cult, and I hadn’t had sex with anyone else after that.
“Y-yeah, I’ve been tested,” Greid breathed. “All good. And y-yes. Please.”
Pressing a kiss to his ear, I gathered up more pre-cum on my fingertips and raised them to his lips. Greid shuddered, groaning as he sucked them into his mouth and laved them with his tongue.
Pulling them free, I cupped his chin and tilted his head up and to the side so I could dip down and take his lips. He shuddered again, tongue winding eagerly around mine. I could taste only the faintest hint of him—smoky and salty—but it made me moan into his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I smiled at him before releasing his chin so he could settle his head back against the front of my shoulder. Resting my hands on his chest, I stroked his nipples until he shivered, breath shuddering out of him.
“Now,” I murmured, resting my cheek against the side of his head, “get your cock nice and slippery with the lube.”
I heard him swallow hard as he obeyed, dropping the cock sleeve to pump lube into his palm. His hand was trembling lightly as he fisted his cock, but he let out a long sigh of pleasure. I watched hungrily as he stroked, slicking up his entire length and making the black gleam.
He pumped his fist again, then again as his head tipped back against my shoulder. His knees fell open wider, heels digging into the mattress and cute clawed toes flexing.
I smiled, still playing with his nipples as I murmured, “Okay, that’s enough.”
His fingers twitched, but he obediently let go of his cock. It flexed, the barbs pulsing and more pre-cum spilling onto his stomach.
“Pick up the sleeve.” I waited until he had. “Now slide it down over your cock, Greid.”
“F-fuck,” he breathed, his cock looking achingly stiff as he positioned the sleeve over its tip and began sliding it down.
“Slowly,” I rasped, transfixed as I watched his tapered cockhead emerge from the end of the sleeve, slick and bulbous. I wondered briefly if it was a toy designed specifically for demiurgus—if the material could hold up against the barbs when he worked it over his length. Or maybe he just got through a lot of them.
The first ring of barbs appeared, flaring up after being pinned down by the sleeve. Greid was trembling, panting lightly as he worked the sleeve down to his base—which took a while—before going still, clutching it tight.
“Good boy.” I kissed the side of his head. “Now slowly bring it back up. That’s it.” I waited until the sleeve had engulfed the head of his cock. “Back down just as slow.”
Greid had let go of my leg to clutch at the sheets, twisting the material in his fist. His thighs quaked, breaths leaving him in ragged pants. When the sleeve reached the base again, his dick bucked in the air, more pre-cum threading from the tip.
I could feel the tension in his body—how badly he wanted to slide that sleeve back up and start pumping fast. So I kept him waiting for a few moments, firmly stroking his nipples as we both went still, Greid’s body practically vibrating against me.
“Back up,” I murmured eventually, and he let out a sob of relief as he slid the sleeve back up his length, a little faster this time. I huffed in amusement, nuzzling the wildly fluttering tip of his ear. “I didn’t tell you that you could go faster, Greid. Keep it slow.”
