Despite the purple of desire flickering in his eyes, red remained present.

“Got you.”

Her body clung to him as he pulled back, making her whimper in loss, before he surged forward.

Orpheus started to thrust, sending tingles through her.

She cried lightly on each one as she felt the shape of him and those frills tickling her insides. His cock felt sublime pressing and digging everywhere she needed him.

He was moving steadily inside her, pushing deep, his tentacle rubbing back over her the nub of her clit, but... it wasn’t enough.

He was slower than she wanted, softer than she needed him to be, and not as deep as she desired.

“More,” she begged, attempting to undulate into him.

“Give me more, Orpheus.”

I need him to be rougher. She wanted the growling monster who had been chasing her, not the gentle Duskwalker who was always worried about her.

His hips quickened beautifully for a few short seconds before they slowed. A quivering pant fell from him afterwards.

“Quiet, Reia.” In its own way, it was a plea.

A plea for her not to push him, that he was already on the verge of losing control, that he couldn’t have Reia asking for more in case he lost himself and gave it to her.

She gritted her teeth as she dug her fingertips into the grass to grab clumps of it.

“Fuck me, Orpheus. Take me.” She wanted him to make her scream, to cry, to ravish her body. “Harder. Faster.

Deeper.”

His claws cut into her skin while they also gouged into the dirt and grass beneath them. His body shuddered as he gave her just a little taste of what she wanted, and she nearly went cross-eyed before he settled again.

Frustration bloomed within her.

“I can’t,” he whined, and the only reason she knew he shook his head is because she heard the bell jingle. “I will hurt you.”

She buried her head against the ground, feeling the wonderful glide of his cock, but wanting everything it had to give. Tension was building, needing an outlet that was currently pumping between her thighs as though he couldn’t stop moving.

I need it. I need it so much. Her orgasm was slowly coiling tight like a spring, but she needed it to shatter her like glass. To render her struck under its force, blinded by it, altered by it.

“Stop hesitating, Orpheus!” she yelled, lifting her head so she could speak while panting. “I’m yours. I’m not going to go away. I’m not going to disappear. Hurt me, claw me, fucking bite me. I want you to, I want you to give me everything. I want your cock pounding into me. What more do I have to do to get you to let go with me?”

The threat of tears stung her eyes. She wanted him to thrust into her like he was swept over by a madness. She wanted him so much she didn’t care if he ripped her in two by the end, broke her apart, fucked her to death. She’d come back to him, would stay with him.

When he still didn’t, she screamed, “I gave you my soul!”

A bellowing roar sounded behind her. He started slamming into her, deep hard pounds that shoved her entire body forward.

He started to lean back as his hips quickened, his hand remaining curled around her waist to clasp it completely while the other pressed against her shoulder blades with splayed fingers. He was pining her down with sharp claws digging in, holding her still against his tentacles that threatened to yank her with him, as he drove into her body with a frenzy.

It was so deep she didn’t think she’d felt him reach like this, so hard that it almost hurt, so fast that she couldn’t tell if he was coming in or out. She couldn’t tell where he ended and she began, and each thrust inwards knocked the breath out of her seizing lungs.

His tentacle slipping over her clit, rubbing and stroking it with its little nodules, had her near weeping at the feeling.

“Yes,” she tried to say with her lack of air. “Just like that.

Don’t stop.”

Somehow, he went faster, and her legs kicked out. It was like she was trying to crawl forward, to get away and escape, as her orgasm took her by the reigns and drowned her.

Crying out, she wrung his cock with heavy wet spasms as she lost herself to him. His snarls, his grunts, this strange purr sound mixed in with it, ached her mind.

It was torture, and it was bliss. Reia had found heaven in the Veil, and it was given to her by the cock of a Duskwalker that was fucking her into oblivion.

He didn’t stop even when she stopped coming, her body so lax that she could do nothing but take it. Her eyes were so dazed that her vision was murky as she stared at nothing with the tree line blurry, but she didn’t have enough tension to close them. Tears fell from them to drip down her nose and cheek at the intense pleasure.

Orpheus was crushing her under his grip, pressing down on her with his body, and she adored it. Like an anchor to this world, it made her feel alive – despite the fact she felt like she was going to pass out from his onslaught, growing dizzier by the second.

Thoughts left her other than his name whispering in her mind. She couldn’t speak. She could only feel him pounding into her with wild frantic thrusts. In and out rapidly as her insides were stroked constantly before his slams stole her very voice. She could only hear him as her cries were snuffed by the loudness of his sounds, his breath.

She smelt grass, she smelt dirt, and she wished she could smell him.

Her inner walls were squeezing, hungrily sucking him when she started coming again. Her scream must have echoed out into the forest beyond the safety of their home, but she didn’t care.

She was too consumed by Orpheus to know if a Demon had come to inspect them fucking outside.

She was getting exactly what she wanted as her body bounced and scraped against the dirt. Her orgasm dripping down her thighs, tickling her and making her squirm further.

Only prey squirms, and she’d wriggle as much as she could

if it would send him even further into the craze of his desires.

His thrusts sounded wetter. Like a constant sucking sound as his cock moved within her pussy, stirring her and her orgasms around. They squelched.

An acute whine came from him before he shoved himself in deep while pulling her on him, burrowing into her so hard and deep it made her back arch downwards under its force.

She knew he’d cut her with his claws when she felt pain and the welling of blood, but she barely felt it as he filled her so completely, she could feel the bulges of his embedded sac right at her entrance as if they too were trying to push in.

Her tongue fell forward like she needed it to in order to help her breath through her panting, when she felt his hot semen pouring into her, his cock swelling over and over to match them. Quick, heavy bursts invaded every inch of her swiftly, making her legs tremble at the feeling of it spreading through her.

Orpheus groaned so loudly that it almost sounded of pain.

She managed to look back to see his head was pointing to the sky with his jaw widely parted.

He started pumping lightly like he didn’t want to stop, and it made the thick liquid inside her squelch before it seeped out of her. It feels so goooood.

When he was finished, he slipped out of her as he collapsed to his side next to her. Desperately huffing, his body twitched and spasmed all over as his fur and fins rose and fell as though they couldn’t settle.