Reia slipped her hand from his chest down his body.
His abdomen dipped when they drifted over his navel.
Then she started brushing her fingertips over the seam that hid his cock.
“What are you—” His words were cut short when Reia started pushing her fingers inside him.
His head tilted back, his body tensed, when almost slimy wetness greeted her once she’d sunk them in to her knuckles. It was confusing inside. She didn’t know if she was touching a soft cock or a flexible tentacle.
She creased her brows in concentration as she looked down, seeing that his hands were fisting the furs next to them. She dug deeper, and he whimpered. Just when she thought she felt the frills on his cockhead, and that it was stiffening enough for her to find it in the hot and soft mess behind his seam, one of his hands shot forward to grab her wrist.
Her head darted up. He was still looking to ceiling with his back arched.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. Feels strange.” He shuddered once more, and his hips even lifted like he wanted her fingers deeper. “But really good.”
“Then why are you stopping me?”
“I don’t know.”
Reia came closer and pressed her lips to the underneath of his jaw, then the fur over his neck, then his chest.
“Then just relax and let me touch you.”
She pushed through his hold. She knew she found his cock when it felt harder, and those frills tickled her palm.
Stroking the head, it was like she was the one pulling it from his seam as it started to extrude without the protection of his tentacles surrounding it. They slipped out when he was halfway erect, coming from his seam with searching tips to latch onto something. She was too far away from them, and they wriggled in the air.
Reia stroked the long length of his cock as she squeezed him with one hand partially around the girth of it.
His rough, calloused palm slid over her side, brushing her as he made a path to her breasts. Only when her hand left his seam and was stroking him completely while fully hard, did he look down to her to greet her with a gaze of deep purple.
Stroking her nipple with his thumb, pressing into it and circling it so it moved under the pad of it, she felt jolts sparking through the mound. He cupped the other, covering it completely as though he wanted to feel the weight and firmness of her breast.
“You are so soft. I like the way your body feels.”
His tongue came out to lick across her lips, and Reia stroked hers back, losing herself to the passion building between them.
She played with the large, mushroom-shaped broad head as she brought her hand back and forth over it. Only when it swelled for a moment and a groan fell from him, did Reia lean forward while placing her shins on his thighs so she could lift herself.
She didn’t stop kissing him even when his tongue moved faster, like it wanted to bypass her own and enter her mouth as though it was in the way.
It paused when she tucked the tip of his purple cock against her dripping entrance. Then he huffed out a deep expire when she started to sink herself around his engorged cock, having to press herself down hard to get the head to pop inside. It was always a struggle since the rim of his cockhead a little too big to fit with ease.
“You are making me enter you,” he almost gasped, as if he was surprised. “You are pressing your—ah!” It popped through, and she slipped halfway down him. He groaned, one of his hands leaving her breast to grip her hips while his head tilted back to face the ceiling once more. “Reia.”
She moaned when he helped her burrow down, his hips thrusting up like he was impatient for her to envelope him within the snug walls of her pussy.
As always, heat warmed her from the inside, and her body burned slightly from that wonderful, stretched feeling, telling her she was full of Orpheus. Her body sang for it.
His tentacles twitched as they circled her backside and hips, clamping onto her and seeming to drag her down even further.
“Have you never had sex with a woman on top?”
He seemed too surprised by this for her to think anything else.
“No.” He shook his head when he settled, his initial shock and pleasure calming so he could look to her once more.
“You want to fuck me instead?”
“Mhm.”
She nodded and leaned forward to kiss him as she tried to raise her hips. She was yanked back before she even got an inch up his cock. When she tried again, she looked down to see his tentacles were preventing her from moving.
Orpheus usually held her so that he could grind back and forth into her, using his strength to fight his own body holding her to him.
“Can you release your tentacles for a moment?”
He did as she asked, and they squirmed as though they were unhappy. He grunted like the action was uncomfortable.
She looked around her body, wondering how she was supposed to do this. After a few seconds of thinking, feeling his cock fluttering with his heartbeat and wanting desperately to move around it, she eventually shuffled her feet, so they were resting beneath her backside on top of him.
It pushed her forward and her abdomen pressed against his. She had to steady her hands on his firm, muscled chest,
but his tentacles curled around her ankles instead, gripping them in loops.
She grinned from her ingenious idea and faced him, before seeing if it worked as she lifted her hips. Freedom gave her the ability to move up him as much as her body would allow, which was only about a quarter of the way.
