Tentatively, I reached down and gave it a stroke, my fingers bumping over the fake barbs. Tiny tendrils of lust zinged through my belly. Why was that so hot when I couldn’t even feel anything? And why was I getting the urge to shake my hips just to see it waggle about?
I indulged myself, grinning at my reflection as the dick swung from side to side. It was kind of fun, actually. Then I turned to peer over my shoulder at my ass, impressed with how good it looked framed by the black straps.
Just the idea of using this was getting me excited. Surprisingly, there weren’t any of the nerves I’d expected to feel, but I was sure they’d come later when we were actually going to put it into action, so to speak. I was a little worried I wouldn’t have the stamina or the rhythm—did people with dicks just have innate thrusting rhythm like, built into their hips?—and anxious that I wouldn’t be good at it. That I would disappoint Greid.
I forced the thoughts away as I loosened the strap around my waist so I could slip the harness off, remembering what Violet had told me when I’d called her after scoring my trial shift at Abyss. Fake it ’til you make it. I doubted she’d ever thought I’d be putting those words into practice to fuck my demiurgus boyfriend in the ass, but it was still sound advice. I’d just act like I’d walked around my whole life with a dick dangling between my legs. It was all in the energy, right?
Setting the strap-on down on the bed, I surveyed the rest of my purchases. A pair of pink fluffy handcuffs, because I knew Greid liked things to match. A smaller purple dildo that I could swap out in case the big pink one was too intimidating for Greid at first, though I doubted it would be. And the thing that had been a revelation when the guy showed it to me—a clear silicone glove that was thick enough to stop barbs penetrating it.
He’d explained that they weren’t sold very often, but were made by a company that designed inclusive sex toys for any potential interspecies relationships out there. It had made me weirdly happy thinking that there might be other couples out there like Greid and me.
I could faintly hear his chill-out music from the workshop above my head. As I carried the dildos and glove into the bathroom to wash them, I wondered how much longer he’d be working for. I was impatient, damn it. I wanted to fuck him now, even though we’d had a lot of sex after getting home the day before.
As soon as we’d gotten back from the market, I’d pushed him into his bedroom and onto his bed, then used his cock sleeve to jerk him off while he was still wearing his nice three-piece suit, unbuttoning the pants and pulling them down just enough to get his dick out. I’d slowed down every time he was about to come, burrowing my hand past his open fly to cup his balls. Grinning up at him as I tongued the head of his dick and squeezed the stationary sleeve around his base. Telling him how good he was for me as he clutched the sheets and fought back his orgasm.
Once I’d finally let him come, he’d scrambled off the bed to kneel while I sat on the edge and hurriedly tore off my pants and underwear. Then he’d buried his face between my legs, moaning hoarsely as he licked and sucked on my clit, his big hands sliding under my shirt and bra to play with my nipples.
His cock had been hard again by the time I came, but I’d told him he had to wait while smoothing my thumb over the leaking tip to make him shudder with pleasure. Then I’d sneakily taken the cock sleeve with me while he got changed into comfier clothes, and a while later, once we were curled up on the couch watching Gloom Falls, I’d started nuzzling his ear and pressing wet, sucking kisses down his neck until he was breathing hard and shifting restlessly. After rucking up the front of his onesie and pulling down his sweats, I’d slipped the sleeve over his straining cock and told him to keep watching the TV, to not make any sounds, to pretend it wasn’t happening—just like I’d thought about doing all that time ago.
It had been ridiculously hot seeing him fight to maintain his composure. Watching him try so hard to keep his eyes on the TV, even as they kept wanting to roll back. Watching his chest start to heave, his fingers dig hard into the armrest, his hips twitch as he fought to keep them still.
After a while, I’d taken his hand and slipped it into my underwear, telling him I’d let him come once I had. I’d been kneeling on the couch, and my legs had almost given out when his long fingers had wrung an orgasm from me that had been so intense my scalp had gone numb as I panted into the side of his neck. He’d used the same mind-blowing trick as before, basically jerking off my clit until I was too sensitive for him to continue.
I’d barely finished telling him he could come when his cock had started pulsing in the sleeve, spurting smoky cum all over his front, his hips jerking erratically and his head tipping back as he groaned. After cleaning up, he’d smoked two joints in a row, ordered a pizza, and promptly fallen asleep on the couch after we’d consumed it.
He had kicked me that time, his leg twitching against my thigh as I sat beside his passed-out form and looked up recipes on my phone for the ingredients I’d bought at the market.
We’d slept in his bed this time. Greid had taken my hand and led me into his room after we’d finished watching an over-the-top action movie starring a big, hunky demiurgus with a shaved head. It had made me stupidly happy that it wasn’t even a question anymore—we were officially Sleeping Together. Not just having sex. I didn’t want to spend a single night without him.
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.