Berries and Greed (Deep Earth Dating, #1)

by Lily Mayne

Well, not really a plan. More like a loose, half-formed idea that had come to me when I was super stoned.

Yes, we were stronger and faster. But so were fucking… bears and dogs. Did humans worship those?

I glanced around in bewilderment, tension seeping through me again. Oh my good god… Was this a sex cult?

Sweet baby Jesus, was I the first demiurgus to ever actually come here?

Was that what they all thought? That I would lock eyes with a particular human, burst out of this skin to reveal my true form, and snatch them up to steal them away, grunting ‘Mine, mine, mine’?

“You’ve never had a burger?” He looked back at the compound, now way above us as we descended the hill. His yellow eyes narrowed. “This place is cursed.”

“I like your comfort zone. But if you did want a little push outside of it, maybe I could help you. I’ll build you a little bridge to get over the moat.”

“Yeah, well. I dunno. I guess you make me happy, or whatever.”

She tells you that you make her happy and your response is to try and stick your tongue down her throat? You total creep.

“And I, um, I liked your hair. And your freckles. You looked interesting.”

If she still wanted me to keep holding her like this, I’d sooner have all my limbs torn off by wild animals than willingly let go.

Yes, great idea. Talk about your nutsack then immediately ask her if she wants to ‘get under your coat’ like a dirty old man.

Call me a good boy again. Call me your little slut and tie me up and do whatever you want to me.

Please, PLEASE call me your good boy and tell me how well I’m doing while you ride my face.

“Time to show me that big cock of yours.”

“You’re going to make yourself come for me,” I told him. “I want to watch you touch yourself. But I’m going to tell you what to do, Greid. How fast or slow to go. When to stop. You don’t come until I say you can.”

“Maybe next time I’ll tie your wrists to the headboard and do it myself. See how long I can keep you on the edge until I finally let you come.”

She just accepted me as I was—an introverted goblin who preferred staying in because I got tongue-tied and anxious and mentally exhausted when I was out in public for too long.

Fuck, I was in love with Greid.

I’m fine. I just realised I love you and for some reason it’s kind of terrifying.

“I have a dick, though. Don’t think there’s all that much nuance when it comes to dicks. You could probably just hover your hand over it like a crystal ball and I’d be happy.”

I’d just politely wait until morning and ask if she wanted to sit on my face then.

“I swear, the moment you wake up in the morning, once you’re sober, I will eat your pussy like my life depends on it.”

“There’s a little old lady up here,” he hissed, already loading the sculptures into the basket. “You know she’ll be all over these if she spots them. Don’t make me fight her for them, berry.”

“You love little old ladies, huh?” “Yeah. Yep. I think they’re great. Awesome at telling long-winded stories and always having gross hard candy in their purses.”

“Are you going to fight her or seduce her for it, little-old-lady-lover?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Haven’t decided yet.”

I’d gotten through a lot of shit in my life, but as I watched my demiurgus slyly reach around the lady’s head to snatch the sporefruit sculpture off the shelf, then shoot me a thumbs up behind her back, I knew I wouldn’t get through losing him.

“Greid…” She threaded our fingers together. “You make me happy too. So happy. You make life fun, and I never realised how little fun had been in my life before. You’re my best friend.” She grinned up at me, cheeks still flushed. “You’re my favourite.”