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.”
Sharp teeth sank into his lower lip, a muffled whimper escaping him as he reached down to curl his hands around the backs of his knees, tilting his hips up off the bed. I folded the pillow in half and carefully stuffed it under his lower back.
My eyes flared with heat when I sat back and surveyed him. Rubbing my hands up the backs of his thighs, I rasped, “God, you look so hot like this.”
He shivered, fingers twitching and tail thumping against the bed as my gaze dropped to between his legs. His balls had lifted and his hole was exposed. When I licked my lips, he whimpered, his cock lifting up off his stomach then smacking back down.
Shuffling back, I grinned at him as I lowered my head and gave the unbarbed base of his cock a lingering lick. Then I curled my tongue around one of his balls, sucking briefly before continuing lower.
“Oh fuck.” Greid’s chest started to heave, eyes wide and locked on me. “Beryl.”
Grabbing fistfuls of his ass, I tilted his hips up a little more and feathered my tongue over his hole. A guttural sound burst from Greid, his head falling back onto the pillow.
Moaning, I licked again, firmer this time, swiping the flat of my tongue over him. Then I used the pointed tip to circle his rim, around and around, until his thighs twitched.
“F-fuck.” Greid was already starting to writhe as best he could while keeping his legs up in the air. “Oh my god.”
I grinned against him, delivering another slow lick. “Has anyone ever done this to you before, Greid?”
“N-n-no.” His hips jerked, ragged breaths sawing out of him. “Fuck.”
“How does it feel?” I asked in a low purr.
“S-s-so good.” His fingers shifted restlessly against the backs of his knees. “Beryl, pl-please.”
“Please what?” I licked again.
A grunt burst from him as he jerked. “I don’t even f-fucking know. Just… pl-please don’t stop.”
Well, that had been the wrong thing to say. Deciding to mess with him, just to see him get all desperate and pleading, I turned my head and pressed a kiss to his inner thigh. He shuddered and whimpered, the sound laced with frustration, but didn’t dare protest.
Lifting my head, my belly lurched with arousal when I saw just how far down Greid’s front his cock reached while he was in this position, his lower body curling inward. It almost looked like…
“Can you suck your own dick?”
Greid’s eyes popped open. His hectic breaths calmed a little as he stared at me uncertainly. “Is… is that a trick question? Is there a wrong way to answer?”
I chuckled. “No. It just looks like if you craned your head forward, you’d at least be able to lick the tip.”
His ears went wild, giving me my answer.
Grinning wide, I dipped down to kiss his inner thigh again. “You can, can’t you? You can suck your own dick. You know you can because you’ve done it before.”
“I—You—” He let out a shaky breath, eyes darting. “I mean, m-most people have probably at least tried.”
“Maybe, but you can, can’t you?” I danced my fingertips over his tight sac. “Tell me, Greid.”
He shuddered, eyes squeezing shut as his head fell back onto the pillow. Swallowing, he gave a tiny nod and admitted, “Yeah, I can.”
Oh my god, that is so hot.
“You’re going to do it for me right now.” I ducked my head to lick his hole again, grabbing hold of his ass to tilt his hips higher once more, bringing the leaking tip of his dick even closer to his face.
Greid made a hoarse sound. “I am?”
“Yes.” I raised a stern brow at him and licked again, which made his hips jerk. “Be a good boy and suck your dick for me, Greid.”
“H-holy shit.” His wide gaze shifted to his cock. He swallowed, then tentatively let go of one knee to fist it.
I quickly cupped the back of his knee to keep it in the air, my eyes locked on him as he licked his lips nervously and lifted his head off the pillow.
Craning his neck, he let out a breath before swirling his tongue around the head of his dick. Instantly, his thighs twitched. His eyes slammed shut, brow furrowing with pleasure. I moaned hoarsely against him, licking feverishly, wishing I could reach down and furiously stroke my clit. I knew it would take hardly any time at all for me to come if I got to watch this while I was doing it.
Greid’s lips closed around the tip of his cock. He shuddered, clawed toes flexing in the air. Good job he was so flexible, because he was practically bent in half, especially when his shoulders lifted off the bed so he could engulf the entire head of his dick in his mouth.
“Oh my god, that looks amazing.” I was desperate for some stimulation as I watched his lean cheeks hollow, but I busied myself with licking and swirling my tongue over his hole, unable to tear my gaze away.
I knew it wouldn’t be good for him to stay hunched up like this for long, even though he was very bendy, so after another minute I sat up and carefully eased his hips back down to the bed, adjusting the pillow beneath him.
Greid was panting, shuddering as his cock pulsed on his stomach. He readjusted his grip behind his knees and gazed at me plaintively.
“Good boy, Greid.” I reached for the lube waiting on the bed. “Have you ever come into your own mouth?”
He let out an embarrassed groan and turned his head to the side, ears fluttering madly. “Oh my god, Beryl.”
“What?” I chuckled as I lubed up my fingers. “Tell me.”
He squirmed. “Yeah, I have, okay?”
I hummed and dipped my freshly lubed fingers to stroke his hole. “I want to see that one day.”
He jerked, biting his lip as his fingers twitched against the backs of his knees. “O-okay,” he whispered, then melted into the bed with a groan as I carefully pushed a finger inside.
I’d successfully been able to locate his prostate before, but only just. It was a little higher than a human’s, so my fingers had only just managed to reach it. I sought it out now, grinning when Greid twitched with a groan.
He’d explained before that demiurgus muscles were more pliant than humans’, so it wasn’t long before I was tunnelling two fingers inside him, then three. Then four, just to be safe, because my fingers weren’t all that big but the dildo was.
By the time I started lubing up the dildo, Greid was a trembling mess on the bed.
“Pl-please.” He tightened his grip on the backs of his knees, tail swishing restlessly against the bed.
“Shh.” I shuffled closer and palmed the fronts of his thighs, ducking down to kiss his shin. “I’ll look after you, Greid. You’re just going to lie there and take this big dick like a good boy.”