“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…?”
“I, um…” His voice shook. He let go of my hand to drag a blanket over his head, covering himself until just the tip of his flat nose was visible. He mumbled something into the fabric.
I chuckled, poking him gently in the arm. “I can’t hear you, Greid.”
“Fuck.” He parted the fabric a little to mumble, “I actually, um, l-like penetration.”
I stared at him, my gut sinking in disappointment. Was he saying that what we could do together wouldn’t be enough? That he’d always be wanting something more? That a relationship between us actually couldn’t work? Even without my vaginismus or aversion to being penetrated, he’d made it clear that a human would not have an enjoyable experience with a demiurgus dick inside them.
“Oh.” I sat back, but in the ensuing silence, it finally clicked. What he actually meant. What he was telling me. “Oh.”
“I’m gonna go move into my workshop permanently now.” He moved to get up, still wearing the blanket like a cloak. “You can have the rest of the house. We’ll never speak again.”
My hand shot out to grip his thigh and stop him. “No, Greid. You have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed.”
My mind was still reeling. Lust heated my blood, made my scalp tingle. Greid liked getting fucked. That was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life.
Something inside me responded to that newfound knowledge with an exhilarating sense of rightness. Like something I’d never really known about myself had just clicked into place and become crystal clear.
I wanted to fuck Greid.
Squeezing his thigh, I waited until he reluctantly looked at me, a pained grimace twisting his narrow features.
“We can do that,” I told him, my voice husky. “We can definitely do that.”
He let out a shuddering breath as he stared at me, his thigh bouncing under my hand. His voice broke when he stuttered, “R-really?”
“Fuck yes.” I was unable to stop myself from climbing onto his lap, straddling him as I grasped his face and gave him a tongue-thrusting kiss. “God, that is so hot. I want to fuck you, Greid.”
“Nngh.” His cock jerked beneath my ass as he wrapped his arms around me, staring at me with wide, dazed eyes. “Really?” he repeated.
“Yes.” I peppered kisses over his jaw and down his neck, worrying the skin with my teeth. He shuddered, clutching me tighter. “Have you been fucked before?”
“N-not—” He swallowed thickly. “—not by another person. B-but I have… um, you know. Stuff.”
My pussy throbbed at the thought of Greid fucking himself with a dildo. Lifting my head, I stroked his cheekbones with my thumb. “So you’ve never been with someone with a dick?”
He shook his head, then made a face. “Well, I jerked off my roommate in college once. It was pretty hot, but, um, I’m attracted to women. And I’ve never been with a woman with a dick, so…”
“There are other ways, though.” I’d read about strap-ons during my research, which had definitely piqued my interest. “Have you never told any of your former partners you want that?”
He cringed. “I only, um, I only ever had the courage to tell Agma, and she… wasn’t interested. At all.”
And she’d made him feel weird for it. Anger made me grip his face tighter, so I slid my hands back and threaded them through his hair.