Berries and Greed

“Please, make yourself comfortable. I’ll fetch the high priest at once.”

She hadn’t even asked why I was here—probably too busy gazing at me with unsettling adoration. I didn’t move after she slipped back into the front hall, her bare feet slapping against the stone floor as she ran. At least I was slightly more relaxed in here, with the room’s décor far closer to my own home. The darkness soothed me and made my shoulders unclench, but I stiffened right back up when I noticed more reliefs carved into the walls.

My eyes could pick them out perfectly. These were far less reserved than the images in the main hall. These showed demiurgus intertwined with nude humans in all ma

I gaped in alarm. Wait… What? Stepping closer, I eyed one in particular. The demiurgus depicted was standing up tall, proudly, with three humans crouching at their feet and reaching worshipfully for their cock, as if it was a font of everlasting youth. The cock was hard. And smooth. And small.

Not that it looked small, stretching to the dip of the demiurgus’s navel, enormous compared to the human hands reaching for it. But…

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

I looked at some of the other reliefs, my hearts pounding harder and harder with each one. They all showed humans and demiurgus fucking. All of them. I winced in sympathy when I saw one of a tiny human woman impaled on a demiurgus cock.

Had none of them ever actually seen a demiurgus cock? Clearly fucking not, because they looked nothing like that.

Fucking hell. This was a sex cult. I had come to a sex cult. A human sex cult with very, very incorrect ideas on demiurgus anatomy. If they’d known the truth, they wouldn’t all be clamouring to become a demiurgus’s mate. Not unless they had a death wish, or a serious pain fetish.

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

Sweat beaded on my hairline as I jerked back from the wall. How could I have been so fucking stupid? I had to get out of here. This had been a mistake, even if I hadn’t come here looking for someone to be my lover. I’d just thought… you know. Hey, those weird guys up in that compound are super interested in our kind. Maybe one of them would want the chance to live platonically with a demiurgus, to get to know one for real.

But no, it had to be a fucking sex cult. Apparently, these people worshipped us as virile, sensual gods. They chose to live in this lifeless beige place—why was everything fucking beige?—in the hopes of… what, one day becoming a demiurgus’s mate?

Nope. Too fucking creepy.

I strode for the door, intent on escaping, but stopped dead when a small old man slipped into the room followed by several other humans. They all wore beige, most in the loose trousers and shirts like the first woman, but the man in front had on long, flowing robes with wide, sweeping sleeves.

My eyes darted over all of them nervously as they dipped into deep bows before gazing at me in reverent silence. I wished I really could melt into the walls and vanish.

“My Greater.” The old human man at the front lowered himself to his knees, making me want to squirm. “I ca

Why? I wanted to shout. I’m just a loner who spends his time getting high and watching TV and hunching over a jewellery bench! I’m not a mystical god-like being with a magic dick! I don’t even want to fuck any of you!

Realising they were all waiting for a response, I took a step back and grunted. There. That would do.

One of the other humans helped the old man—I assumed this was the high priest—back to his feet. He immediately dipped his head, voice breathy as he spoke. “Please, tell us how we can assist you. How we can please you.”

Raising his head, his milky blue eyes shone. Fuck me, was he about to cry?

“It has been so many years since we were gifted with a visit from one of the Greaters. This… I ca

Despite how unsettling his deference was, I relaxed a fraction at hearing that they had, at least, had other demiurgus come here before. At least I wasn’t the first loner creep to skulk up to the compound, sniffing for humans.

“Are you here to bestow one of our flock with the gift of matehood?” the high priest asked in a trembling voice, pale eyes glimmering with hopeful tears, like he couldn’t think of anything better.

Fuuuuck.

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Chapter Three

Greid

“I…” Clearing my throat, I forced myself to stay still and not fidget like a nervous kid. I cast about wildly for some other reason I would’ve come here. This had been such an enormous mistake. “I… I just wanted to see the i

The hopeful gleam in the old man’s gaze dimmed, and all the silent humans behind him sagged in apparent devastation. I eyed them all with mild horror. So they really lived their lives up here, separated from the rest of the world, on the off chance that one day they might get fucked by a demiurgus?

You wouldn’t want it, I tried to project to them all. Trust me. You really wouldn’t actually want that.

“Oh.” The high priest seemed to recover, tucking his wrinkly hands into his sleeves. “Of course. It would be my honour to show you our commune. Perhaps you would… you would still like to be introduced to some of our flock? You never know, one of them might catch your eye. Spark the mating instinct.”

I highly fucking doubted that, not if they all looked like the humans in front of me. They were all so… dull. Identical beige clothes. Identical looks of adoration on their faces as they gazed at me. I suppressed a shudder.

Also, mating instinct? What fucking mating instinct? Like I was a wild animal who was going to sniff out a particular scent and get uncontrollably randy from it?

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’?

I almost laughed.

“I’m not here for that,” I rasped, clasping my hands together behind my back. My claws dug into my palms. “I just wanted to look around.”

“Of course.” The high priest turned to the man next to him and murmured something. A few of the humans slipped out of the room as he turned back to face me with a beaming smile. “Would you care for a refreshment? We have the wine your kind prefers.”

I quirked a brow at that, glancing over at a gleaming black sideboard and noticing, for the first time, the tall, curved black bottle that no doubt held wine made from the nightberries that grew deep underground, where my kind had originated.

A drink probably would make me feel better, but I highly doubted the stuff they had here would taste any good. How did they even get it?

“No, I’m fine. Uh, thanks.” I stood up taller and waited in silence. My dual hearts pounded an irregular beat in my chest. I was a fucking moron for coming here, and now I was stuck unless I wanted to look like a complete fucking moron. So I would endure a quick tour, grunt a goodbye, and flee back to the dark comfort of my home for a decade or so to forget the humiliation of this entire thing. I was already done with talking, and this humanoid form was starting to make me feel itchy, like a skin I wanted to shed.