“Is something the matter?” She rolled over slightly by twisting to her back.
He had to duck his hips back, so she didn’t feel his cock was still partially extruded to the length of his tentacles that fought to keep it back.
“Nothing is the matter.” He blindly ducked his head forward to nuzzle her, not daring to open his sight.
“Then why are you shaking?”
That was because he was fighting his own body.
Her hand reached behind her to feel him, and her fingers brushed the back of his tentacles. He expected her hand to recoil away, but instead she stroked them like she was trying to understand if what she was feeling was really there.
“You’re aroused?” The croak in her voice reminded him that moments before she had been asleep, and guilt soared through him harder.
“I am sorry,” he apologised again, opening his sight that was a deep purple so he could find her cheek safely and nuzzle his snout against it. “Go back to sleep. I will not touch you. I would like to keep holding you while you rest.”
There were no candles lit, and the only thing she would be able to see was the glow of his orbs highlighting his skull.
She reached back to cup his snout, grazing her hand up and down the length of it.
“I liked you inside me,” she told him, and his cock almost shot forward, making his body jolt as the tentacles pulled to fight it. She turned her head and kissed the other side of his face. “If you want to, you can.”
“But you were sleeping, Reia,” he said, tilting his head in confusion.
“I don’t mind.” She kissed him again, her lips soft against the fangs of his mouth. “You don’t have to be so hesitant with me, Orpheus. Anytime you want me, take me. I want you to.”
“Anytime?” he asked, slipping his arms around her as he brought himself closer.
“Whenever you want. If I don’t want to, I’ll tell you.”
Anytime... Whenever I want? Orpheus groaned, rolling forward until he was lying on top with her face down on her stomach. His legs were around hers that were straight and clamped between his thighs.
“How about now?”
He drew his tongue from between her shoulders blades and up until he was slipping it over her neck and the corner of her jaw.
She spread her thighs as far as his own would let them go, leaving the tiniest gap to present herself with. Then she rolled her hips back, stroking the back of his tentacles with the cleft of her cheeks.
“Yes.”
Inside. I need inside. He lifted his body enough so that he could see as he looked down the valley of their bodies. I need her cunt around me. The warm, wet, rippling well of her pussy. He needed it to comfort him, to nurse his aching cock.
He lowered his hips until the tips of his tentacles were at her entrance from behind. His jaws parted as he released a shuddering breath when they loosened just enough that his cock could start to slowly extend – straight into her body.
Her channel was tight, snug, and swollen, but she released a little cry of need as he inch-by-slow-inch stretched and filled her.
“Reia,” he groaned when he was fully extended and needed to push his hips forward so he could sink inside fully.
He shuddered as she moaned when he was seated all the way. He lowered his body so he could wrap his arms underneath her to hold her to him.
One slipped from her side and through the valley of her breasts so he could cup her throat and jaw gently in an attempt to support her head in this position. The other gripped her hip on the other side.
He wanted to cover every inch of her body, envelope it completely in his strength and be gentle in contrast. To have her under him like he was a shield for her from the outside world.
She is so precious. Her heart, her mind, her body, her soul, and he wanted to touch all of it. He felt as though the only way he could was if he was inside her like this. Where neither of them knew where one ended and the other began.
His mind was hazy as he started to draw back as far as his tentacles wrapped over her hips would allow him to go. Yet, he didn’t want to be frenzied with her this time, didn’t want to pound her in a craze like before.
He wanted to be slow, to give her deep thrusts so she could feel all of him, every thick inch, every frill, the mushroom head gliding along her walls. And he wanted to feel her pussy, the wetness of it, the ripples of her texture that would never be the same as another, the bumps and how it swelled around him.
How it fluttered with her heartbeat and clamped him over and over like her inner walls wanted to suck his cock back in when he withdrew. That feeling was intense, like she didn’t want to let go of him, wanted him inside, wanted him to stay there forever.
Her cries were quiet, soft, and high-pitched, but sounded lost.
She didn’t have to do anything, he was enamoured with this, and he didn’t want her to. He just wanted her to enjoy
him taking her, wanted her to stay lax so he could play with her insides while she felt it all.
Her hands moved so she could grip the furs beneath her, and he let her, knowing she needed something to hold onto.
But he kept her hips down when she tried to push back on him and gyrate them in return.
His chest felt tight with emotion.
Mine, he internally growled to himself. He wanted this forever. He wanted to keep her eternally, to embrace her like this. To touch her, tease her, care for her, make her moan, but also laugh and smile.
He wanted to love her, wanted to know what that felt like.
He wanted her to teach him how by loving him.
