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He snorted. “What, some douchebag who whined about only getting a handjob from a beautiful woman?”
Butterflies exploded in my stomach at hearing him call me beautiful. My smile stretched as I leaned closer to him. “Pretty much, yeah.”
“Then they were a total dickhead. I love handjobs, by the way,” he added hurriedly. “Big fan of handjobs here. I think they’re great.”
I laughed, squeezing his hand as I teasingly said, “Good to know.”
“And I…” He swallowed, ears twitching, but pushed on. “Not being able to do that with you, Beryl… it wouldn’t make it any less, you know, meaningful to me,” he mumbled shyly. “I… I like you.”
My heart squeezed tight. God, he was so sweet. Clutching his hand tighter, I rasped, “Thanks, Greid. I like you too. So much.”
He let out a breath. “Okay. My turn. What… um, what do you want to know?”
I cocked my head. “Well, I am very interested in giving you handjobs. So we should probably talk about how that would work, but I’m also just curious. Do the spikes not… hurt?”
“Oh. Right. Okay,” he croaked, taking a long drag of his joint as his face spikes flexed rapidly. “Well, I mean, demiurgus skin is tougher than a human’s, so the spikes don’t… they don’t hurt me.”
“You mean they don’t hurt your hand? When you…”
His ears fluttered. “Yeah. But they would hurt you.”
“So what about… I mean, I saw demiurgus having sex in the porn. How does that not… hurt the one being penetrated?” I asked curiously.
“Well, um, demiurgus are tougher on the inside too.” He cleared his throat and took a drag. “What I remember from sex ed is that the, uh, the spikes are an evolutionary thing designed to… you know, stimulate sensations. They feel good to a demiurgus. And then, uh…” He gave me a sheepish glance. “Did you see any demiurgus with dicks, um, come? In the porn? I mean, like… outside of a body.”
I snorted. “They were all outside of a body.”
His mouth twitched. “Got to get that money shot.”
“So I discovered.” I chuckled, then sobered. “So you’re talking about when the spikes… um, grow.”
I’d noticed that in the videos. Whenever a demiurgus with a dick had started to come, those spikes around the shaft would flare out like little downward facing hooks, pulsing in time with each spurt of cum.
“Yeah, so…” Greid scrubbed a hand over his cheek. “When a demiurgus with a dick comes, the spikes kind of… protrude more to lock the two people together for a little while. Evolutionary thing,” he repeated. “To make impregnation more likely.”
“Right, right.” I paused, fiddling with the blanket. “How does that not hurt though? Spikes… shooting out inside someone.”
“They’re not sharp enough to pierce skin, even inside someone. Inside another demiurgus,” he corrected. “They’re actually more like blunt barbs, so the dick can’t pull out too early. So if a demiurgus tried to”—he winced—“yank free, then yeah, that would hurt. Both of them. But especially the one who’d been penetrated. But if they just wait, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good. According to, um, all my exes anyway.”
“How do you wear condoms then?” I asked curiously. “Wouldn’t the spikes—sorry, barbs—tear it?”
“You can get condoms made for demiurgus that are thicker and tougher. Or people use diaphragms, or there are contraceptive pills or implants. Mostly the same as humans, I guess.”
“Oh, okay.” This was fascinating. I couldn’t believe the people at the cult didn’t know all this, but then, we’d been cut off from the actual world, with no access to real demiurgus, or the internet, or porn or anything that would tell us about the demiurgus as a regular group of people and not ethereal sex gods.
“Thanks for explaining it to me.” I squeezed his hand. “And I’m really sorry if me watching demiurgus porn and starting this conversation made you feel violated in any way. Like I’ve invaded your privacy. I only did it because I thought… maybe if I came to you knowing more, you wouldn’t worry so much.”
“I don’t feel violated.” He shook his head, leaning forward to stub out his joint. “I get it, and I’m actually glad you did. If it’d been left to me to bring up, I probably would’ve just blurted out, ‘I have a spiky dick’ when we were…”
I laughed, lifting our linked hands to kiss his knuckles. “And that would’ve been fine, but now you don’t have to worry—I know what to expect. And… I noticed that the barbs don’t seem to cover the whole dick, so… I can still touch you. If you want me to.”
He let out a croak as he stared at me, before his throat bobbed. “I want you to. If you want to. You don’t have to.”
“I told you I want to this morning, Greid.” My gaze drifted down to his lap, arousal clenching my insides, before I forced myself to look back up and smile at him. “We’ll figure it out. There’s still so much we can do together that’ll be fun. Really fun. And meaningful, like you said. Penetrative sex doesn’t define a relationship.”
“Y-yeah.” He swallowed thickly. “Well, I actually…”
When he trailed off, I squeezed his hand. “You actually…?”
