would destroy them by pulling them apart so she could use them for new ones.
The house smelled of strange food he’d never smelt before, like pastries and cookies. She used the honey he’d gotten for her in many different things. He’d learned not to eat any of it as it was too sweet and hurt his stomach.
But Orpheus wanted to learn everything she was doing, even if he didn’t like the smells and tastes, and she was happy to teach and allow him to spend that time with her.
He didn’t stop her from doing anything.
So, he tried to reflect on what he could have done to make Reia upset with him. She had gone to sleep in her bed when she’d spent every night in his since that day.
He’d gone to do a final lap of the yard, making sure there were no cracks in the salt circle and that the withering trinkets were still good for another day or two before needing replacement.
She’d been reading to him before he went outside, each night going through one of the tales in that book the Witch Owl guided her to take.
He had thought all was well and fine – only to discover when he came back inside that she’d gone to sleep, and it hadn’t been in his bed.
Scratching at his chest, he tried to figure out why she didn’t want to embrace him. He couldn’t. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong.
As the night grew later and Orpheus found himself too restless to even try to sleep, he snuck into her room while crouching, using one of his hands to steady himself.
He placed the underside of his jaw on the mattress near her chest, her shoulders flat against the bed while her legs were turned slightly. Looking up to her, he gently tapped at her arm.
She stirred, her face frowning before she slowly flickered her eyes open.
“Orpheus?” she asked, her voice hoarse and sleep-filled as she rubbed one of her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Another light whine came from his chest.
“Why are you angry with me, Reia?”
Her brows drew together to create a little crease between them. “I’m not angry with you. Why do you think that?”
He looked over her resting under the furs.
“Then why are you here? You have not slept in this room for days.”
Reia groaned, turning to her back as she brought the fur up to cover her face. “Because I’m really tired tonight.”
“I don’t understand.”
She brought them down to peek at him. “If I sleep with you, you always wake me in the middle of the night.”
He tilted his head, making his bells jingle slightly.
“But you said I could do this.”
“I know.” She let out a small, yet awkward, laugh. “And I like it, but we’ve done it enough today, and I’m really tired tonight. I thought it would be easier if I slept in here.”
His vision turned a reddish-pink. Am I touching too much?
He didn’t think it was enough. Orpheus had an insatiable hunger to touch her, a burning need that ate at him constantly. She told him he could take, and he took multiple times a day.
His favourite was over the dining table while she was face down because when he filled her with his seed, her legs would squirm and kick because they free to do so. It was a strange sensation to feel her twist, contort, and move around his cock like that while he was releasing inside her.
He took her wherever she was, and he thought she had liked it.
An ugly emotion spiked in his chest, like guilt, shame, or regret.
“You promised you would tell me if you didn’t want to.”
She reached down to cup his snout affectionately.
“And I am by sleeping in here tonight. Once I have a good sleep, you can be as naughty with me as you like, even in the night.”
This is her way of telling me?
His eyes drifted over her body once more. “But I don’t like this. I want to hold you while we sleep.”
She made a thoughtful noise while twisting her lips to one side. “Well, I guess if its only to hug me, then that’s okay.”
She started to move the furs to get up, and Orpheus darted forward to be with her on the bed that was much too small for him.
“You don’t need to move. You are already comfortable.”
He curled himself around her and drew her tightly against him. “Sleep Reia. I’ll protect you and make sure you don’t awaken.”
She turned to him and buried her face against his chest as she cuddled him. “You better not fall asleep on top of me, Orpheus. You’re heavy.”
