“Okay.” He scrambled off the bed. “I’m just gonna grab something to eat as well. Do you want anything?”
Laughing, I shook my head, then spotted the dildo on the bed. “Hold on, don’t forget this.”
Greid’s ears fluttered wildly as he let out a self-conscious chuckle and took it from me. “Oh, yeah. Right. Um…”
“Make sure it’s nice and clean for next time.” I smirked at him, settling under the covers. “Hurry back, Greid.”
He gulped, staring at me with wide eyes before mumbling, “’Kay,” and turning for the door.
I grinned, watched his tail swish over his pert backside as he padded out of the room.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Greid
My legs were still trembling wildly as I made my way downstairs. My whole body was, in fact. I felt almost drunk—slow and relaxed, with a big, stupid grin on my face.
After washing the dildo and cleaning all the cum off me—and the lube off my ass—I slipped on my onesie and padded into the kitchen. For once, the hum of the overhead lights didn’t bother me much. I was too freaking relaxed to care.
I opened the fridge and automatically grabbed a can of soda, still super thirsty, but hesitated. With a grunt, I put it back and did the sensible thing by filling up two glasses of water. Caffeine probably wasn’t a good idea, and I had said to Beryl that I was going to try and eat more like a responsible adult.
Even though that sounded really boring.
I still grabbed the bag of snacks I’d bought earlier and carried it upstairs with me, my belly twisting into an excited knot, tighter and tighter with every step. I was gonna sleep with Beryl. I was going to be able to curl around her all night, bury my face in her wild curls, breathe her in and feel her soft body all loose and relaxed in sleep.
Seriously, I didn’t think life could get any better. I’d just had an orgasm so intense it had felt like my eyeballs were going to explode, I’d gotten to eat Beryl’s pussy and make her come—twice—and now I was going to sleep all night in a bed with her. With snacks. And TV. And Beryl.
I resisted the urge to knock politely on the half-open door when I reached her bedroom. You don’t need to knock, loser. She wants you here.
When I shuffled inside, the bedside lamp was off, and Beryl had lit several candles dotted around the room. She was leaning over slightly to close the lit lantern on her nightstand, still naked, so naturally my eyes shot down and zeroed in on her ass.
My cock twitched, easily filling again despite how sated I was. I may have started quietly panting like a dog. Her ass was just so… round. Plump and full, with the cutest little dimples. Would she be interested in smothering me with it? I was pretty sure she’d mentioned sitting on my face at some point while my tongue was between her legs.
How long should I wait before asking for that? Ten minutes? Half an hour? I guessed I should gauge how tired she was. But surely another orgasm would make her sleep better? Technically I’d be doing her a favour.
Beryl turned around with a smile, and my tongue practically lolled out of my mouth as I took in her small breasts and little pink nipples, her soft belly and round hips, the dark ginger curls between her thighs. All the freckles dotting her skin, heaviest on her face and chest before tapering off to a lighter smattering over her stomach and the tops of her legs. I wanted to count all of them—map them out on her body. Maybe play connect-the-dots and see what pictures I could draw on her skin.
Pretty sure asking to draw on her might be weird, though.
“Ready for bed?” she asked, pulling back the covers and sliding underneath. Still naked.
Thank you, Drob. I sent a silent prayer of thanks down to the demiurgus god, believed to reside deep in the core of the earth. Not that I actually believed in any gods, human or demiurgus. We’d all grown up in a “heathen household”, as my mom always jokingly called it.
But still. Naked Beryl was enough to ignite my faith in a higher power. Although maybe I should have been thanking one of the human gods.
Thank you, God, Drob, Jesus—whoever is responsible for Beryl’s ass.
I padded over to the bed, resisting the urge to cover my dick with the bag of snacks. It was pushing out against the front of the onesie, which probably didn’t look all that sexy. Not that I was under the impression that the onesie looked sexy when I wasn’t hard either.
I kind of wanted to take it off now that I wasn’t feeling so stripped raw, no longer a weak and trembling bundle of nerves with a reeling prostate and a shitload of cum streaking my front. But my dick was half hard now, which meant my foreskin was pulling back from the barbs as they pushed out further. I didn’t want to accidentally hurt Beryl in case my cock went rogue and started rubbing against her. Of its own accord, of course. I wasn’t an animal. I could stop myself from humping her like I was in heat. Maybe.
I wasn’t so sure, actually, so I kept the onesie on.
Beryl gratefully took the glass of water I handed her, gulping it down while I set the other on the nightstand and eagerly clambered into bed with as much grace as I possessed, which was none. I went to sit beside her, but Beryl leaned back against the headboard and encouraged me to settle between her legs.
Just like the position we’d been in when she’d made me fuck my cock sleeve while playing with my nipples.
I gulped, sneaking a hand under the covers to rearrange my hard dick so it wouldn’t catch on the onesie’s fabric and block our view of the TV. I wriggled around to get comfortable, slouching low until my head was on the front of Beryl’s shoulder and her warm thighs were bracketing my sides.
Fuck yes, this was awesome. I just had to convince my dick that it wasn’t getting a repeat of the last time I’d been lying against Beryl like this.
I was trying not to grin like an idiot as I dug into the bag of snacks beside me. “Hungry?”
Beryl chuckled, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. “There are actually still some left?”
“Yes,” I said defensively, even though that was only because I’d bought a lot. “I only ate, like, a couple of things after you came upstairs.”
I could feel her smile as she pressed her nose and mouth into my hair, one hand settling on my chest while the other pointed the remote at the TV as she looked for something to watch. “Did you get more of those pink chips?”
“Duh.” I pulled out a bag of Liffs, then hesitated. “Wait, do you mind me eating in your bed?”
“I don’t mind.” She paused. “Just try not to get crumbs everywhere.”
I snorted, tearing open the bag. “As if I would carelessly waste food like that.”
She huffed. “That’s true. What was I thinking? So, what do you want to watch? Infomercials?”
“I mean, it’s like two-thirty a.m., so I don’t think there’ll be much else on that’s any good.”
“You consider late-night infomercials good?”
“Entertaining,” I corrected around a mouthful of chips. “But I’m pretty sure you have DemiTV on here. I’d just need to log in.”
“Ooh, how about this?” She stopped on a channel that had some documentary showing next. I wrinkled my nose and said nothing. “I saw a commercial for this before. It’s about a human woman who claims to have travelled to Deep Earth.”