It almost appeared like he was dancing around her, flying around her body as she floated. Her heart raced whenever

he came closer before he backed away again.

Two sets of claws stroked from the nape of her neck and up through her hair, bunching it as the points scraped deliciously over her scalp. A gasping moan broke from her.

That feels nice.

Her nipples budded, while a torrent of prickling goosebumps broke out across her sensitive flesh and down her body, until it pooled as heat inside her belly.

The hands disappeared once more, only allowing her a glimpse of them before they were gone.

Anticipation and excitement began to thrum inside her for the next secret, unexpected touch. Her breathing was short, her cheeks and body hot. Her heart was so loud and fast that it resonated through the void.

She wasn’t afraid, far from it. Reia was aroused, deeply aroused, as he played this game of hide and touch with her in the darkness.

The next time she felt those hands, it was over the bundles of nerves just under her calves. It was a familiar touch she’d already experienced before, and an electrifying shot buckled her knees as it shot through them all the way to her aching core.

She was wet, so wet, that she thought the drip of her arousal was beginning to float around her in glistening drops.

She could hear his deep huffs. Gruff and low. Then there was that long and lowing snort he made, like when he occasionally sniffed her skin with his snout pressed against her.

Her toes curled when she felt it now, a soft cry escaping her, as his warm breath circled around her throat from behind like it wanted to clutch it.

Then she felt those hands slip around her sides, claws digging in so they almost felt like slices before she felt the enveloping warmth of them around her breasts. She looked

down to see dark grey skin with white knuckle bones protruding through them.

She couldn’t see arms, the hands alone and disconnected from anything. She thought that might be because she didn’t know what the rest of him looked like. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what lay beneath his clothes.

One remained, flicking her nipple repeatedly as it moved back and forth, dulling her mind with need and want. The other started palming down her stomach, and her abdomen clenched in reaction, the hard peak of her clit throbbing with impatient waiting. Her vision was dazed as she stared down to watch, just as she noticed in her peripheral above that his bony head was still and watching her.

She wanted it to watch as his hands touched her.

A warm huff brushing over her neck from the front made her cry out once more, but louder this time. She frowned when she looked up through her lashes to see he hadn’t come closer to do it.

More drops of her arousal floated right before his hand cupped her. A firm, calloused press of heat put pressure on her clit, sending relief through her. Reia needed the touch, wanted it so much that she undulated into the hand with needy and desperate movements.

A clawed finger flicked, sending a jolt through her clit to pierce straight inside her pussy. It clenched, created more liquid, and Reia shuddered. More. I want more. She undulated into the hand, almost sighing in relief when a finger stroked through her folds.

Another breath fanned against her chest, just as warm as before, but it felt too real to her aching and sensitive senses. It felt too good.

That is not a part of the dream, she thought.

Her eyes flung open when realisation dawned.

Reia found herself lying on her back in her bed with Orpheus above her in the dark. There was no light other

than his orbs, but they illuminated between them both just enough that she could barely see.

He was on his hands and knees, caging her in, as she heard him sniffing around her head. He’d never done this before, had never come into her room in the middle of the night.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice broken and raspy that had nothing to do with her grogginess.

She lifted her hands to press them against his chest.

Delectable heat and firmness nearly made her groan, her body aching and disorientated from her dream.

Her wet dream... about him.

“There is a strange scent coming from you,” he explained, his deep and gruff voice making her feel drunk after what she’d just experienced within her own mind. Her eyelids shuddered as a pant fell from her. “I’ve never smelt it from you.”

Oh god, he can smell that I’m turned on. She squirmed beneath him, rubbing her thighs together at the pounding pressure in her clit, in her core.

“What is it?”

He lifted his head to sniff her arm, like that might be where the source was coming from, before he huffed and shook his head. His nose came down on her chest right above her heart.

Her back nearly arched off the bed when she felt his breath over one of her hardened nipples through the thin cloth of her gown. They were strained, itching for attention, and even just the minute amount of it from his breaths stroked them.

She covered her mouth with one of her hands to hide the strangled noise that came from her. Her eyes bowed in confusion and distress. It felt so good that she didn’t want him to stop sniffing her.

I’m so fucking horny. She wanted him to sniff further, to sniff her all over and discover where the source was coming

from. It was a crazy thought.

She knew it must be strong with how wet she felt between the lips of her folds since she felt slippery all the way along the slit of her pussy. Rubbing her thighs together actually moved her clit side-to-side, and she had to stop herself from moaning and doing it again.

His touch in the bath had sparked something in her and now her body was begging for release, just as it had then.

Except it was worse, her dream just the taste of her desires.

It wasn’t real, this was real, and she couldn’t conjure the will to stop him even when he started lowering his head.

Her sense of reason was paralysed.

It should have been a terrifying nightmare to have his massive body caging her in against the bed. His horns should have made her think him a Demon, a devil, the monster he was supposed to be, but her mind knew they’d be the perfect things to hold onto when she was thrashing under the wave of lust. His pure white bony face should have been disturbing, but the glowing of his eyes soothed her, and she knew within his maw was a long and wet tongue that had once felt amazing slipping over her chest in the snowy forest of the surface above the Veil.

Heat emitted from him, and she felt it like curling waves as he drew the furs down to discover the source.

Reia squeaked when a spasm rippled from just above her pelvis all the way along her channel when his nose pressed against her pubic mound. He grabbed a thigh with one of his hands and pulled it to the side, his head twisting like he was trying to understand. It pressed directly against her clit once her legs were parted, and her hands shot down to stop him.

They halted in the air when a light growl came from him.

Within the blink of an eye, his orbs changed to a deep purple, and her breath hitched.

“You are aroused,” he growled, his head turning up to face her.

Her pussy clenched in reaction to the dark depth of his voice, and she felt so much liquid pooling that it dripped and leaked. She bit into her bottom lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape as her body tensed and shivered. She covered her mouth once more in shock when the ripples dancing along her eased.