Placing his thumb against her needy clit that he’d discovered she adored him petting, the momentum of his fingers moving in and out of her channel rubbed it, and he tried to go in a circle at the same time to stroke her everywhere.
Her legs twitched, and she let out a soft cry.
Green flashed in his vision before returning to purple.
“Quiet, Reia.”
“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered with a shiver rolling through her.
She covered her mouth with a shaking hand, and her eyes rolled shut when he stroked her just right. Orpheus shuddered at watching her.
From the front, he told himself, increasing the speed of his fingers in his own excitement. I’ll bathe her facing her from now on.
He’d always felt her reactions, but watching her features twist and contort was erotic. Her brows were twitching, her lips had been opening and closing when she was panting before she covered them. Her eyes were twinkling like they
were wetter than normal, and she was staring straight at him.
He was in her sights, and she was looking at him as he pleasured her beautiful and sensual body.
He moved his fingers like a wave, stroking her inner walls right where it dipped the most and her legs always kicked out. A sharp cry left her lips, loud even behind her hands.
Orpheus growled, moving away from her breast to move her hand so he could lick across her lips.
“Quiet, Reia,” he demanded again. “Only I can hear those sounds.”
He didn’t want the Mavka hearing her moans, her voice as she panted. He didn’t want another knowing her pleasure. It was only for Orpheus to hear.
“It feels good,” she whimpered. “A-and I think I’m about to come.” She shook her head. “I don’t think I can hold them in.”
She’d been doing a poor job of it the entire time.
Orpheus dipped his tongue between her lips, seeing if she would allow him to slip it inside. She parted them, and he pressed it in, tasting her moans and muffling her noises as his fingers moved faster.
He twirled his tongue around hers, elated that she was trying to do the same even if she froze occasionally from his fingers thrusting.
“Nnhh,” she moaned, her eyes clenching shut as she twitched heavily enough her shoulders swayed. Her breathing became erratic.
When he knew she was about to orgasm, Orpheus moved his free hand from around her to cup the back of her head, licking her tongue, the inside of her cheeks, even her teeth with his own flat tongue. He was bracing her, knowing what was about to happen as she tried to tilt her head back.
Her pussy clamped around his fingers. Just before she could scream out her moan, Orpheus shoved his tongue deeper. He slipped it down her throat, groaning in bliss at
the feeling, the taste of her saliva, at everything, as he cut off the sound completely.
Her body milked his fingers in wet spasms, harder now that her body was tense from his tongue. Her legs shot forward to wrap around his thighs as she bucked and thrashed.
His cock shot forward, extruding to the length of his tentacles as they wrestled to keep his fully engorged shaft from sprouting completely. Reia was coming hard, and he wanted to replace his fingers with his cock so he could feel her do it around that. To try and milk him for his seed, rather than his fingers that could give her nothing.
He slipped a third finger inside when she was growing lax, letting her feel a taste of the girth he would give if he was to fill her. He retracted his tongue to let her breathe through her mouth rather than her nose so she could catch her breaths.
Her body thumped around his digits along with her heartbeat, and he revelled in just feeling the flutter.
Only when he knew she had completely come down from her orgasm, did he pull his fingers from her.
Her hands fell through the water and accidentally brushed the backs of his tentacles. She gasped. Her hands flung away in surprise before they came forward to cup him through his trousers.
“It came out?”
He hissed in a breath of agony and grabbed her hands so he could shove them against the riverbed. She grunted despite him trying to be gentle.
“Don’t touch,” he warned. “I’m barely holding back as it is.”
“But I want to.”
She was trying to torture him, she had to be. Such words were demanding to his resolve, him needing release as much as he’d enjoyed giving it.
“No,” he rasped, shaking his head as he rose to stand on shaking legs. Need was weakening his knees. “Not here.
Only you.”
She bit her bottom lip, and he knew that meant she wanted to argue with him about it. He was thankful she eventually sighed and nodded in understanding.
Her brows knotted into a frown as her eyes bowed for him.
“I’m sorry I can’t ease you.”
Orpheus leaned down and bumped her cheek with his snout. The gesture meant much, the fact she’d wanted to touch him again leaving a radiating swirl of tenderness in his heart to linger.
“We must return to the Mavka,” he told her.
