The position strained his body, pressing his pants against his groin, and it sent a thrill through his entire body that
ruffled all of him, human, inhuman, his joints and bones.
Desire pierced his hungry fog once more just long enough to give him thought.
White flashed into his orbs, diluting all colour completely.
Fear tore through Orpheus. He sat up on his knees, his snarl cut short as he released her while wrapping his hands around his snout.
Now that he was in control enough to think, he was hiding the smell of blood with his own palms to stop himself from slipping back into a craze.
Reia scrambled away from him, no doubt understanding the dangers of his orbs turning red. However, they were white now, showing her his hunger had passed. For now.
“I hurt you,” he rasped, knowing she’d bled because he’d harmed her.
The smell of blood was light, only a few drops, but it had touched his tongue directly and sung through him.
He could still smell her desire, it was everywhere over his snout, as was the lingering taste of her orgasm and arousal just as prevalent on his tongue. His body hungered for that more than it did for her flesh, but his fear didn’t ease.
“N-no, it’s okay,” she answered in a small voice.
She clasped her hands to her chest, bringing her knees along with them like she was curling away from him. She didn’t smell of fear, which relieved him, and her breaths were just as short and shallow as before.
“But you are bleeding.” A whistling of a whimper rattled at the bottom of his lungs. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Was I too rough? Orpheus had been too excited, had been lost in the taste of her, the smell of her, at the feel of her around his tongue. She was so soft inside.
He knew he hadn’t been thinking straight, hadn’t being paying close enough attention to her delicate and fragile body when he’d been devouring the delicious taste of her honey. He’d been trying to go slowly, savouring it, but he knew he must have made a mistake.
“I think you broke my hymen.”
“Your what?” he gasped, tilting his head as he looked down towards her pelvis. “I broke you?”
Have humans gotten weaker over the eons? Dread crept through him. If he broke her, shouldn’t she be screaming and crying?
“What? No!” she laughed with a panicky tone, her eyes wide and stark. “You broke my hymen, like the thing that proves that I’ve never been touched by a man.”
“I... I don’t understand.”
All he was hearing was that he broke her, and he knew he’d hurt her by the taste of her blood.
“You... uh.” Her cheeks flushed a bright red. “You took my virginity with your tongue.”
“Your virginity?” Now that he understood. The first penetration done or received by man or woman. “Humans bleed when this happens?”
“Just the women! We have a piece of skin called a hymen that is broken.” Then she grumbled as she averted her gaze,
“I can’t believe I have to explain this. I thought you would know this.”
He nearly growled as a flare of anger rose in his chest.
“Why would I know something like this about a human?”
“Because you asked for all your offerings to be pure!” she shouted as she curled her hands into tight fists. Her cheeks were unmistakably red, more so than he’d ever seen before.
She shouted at me. He couldn’t believe she would.
Humans rarely showed their anger to him.
“Of disease.”
“Wait, what?” she quickly said, her voice breathy like a gasp.
Her gaze swiftly came to him. The tension in her fists faded along with the spike of anger he’d seen in her mirroring his own.
“Pure of disease, of sickness.” He tilted his head in confusion. “I didn’t want the humans to pass on those to me
that were going to die.”
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, her eyes trailing over the bed in thought and realisation. “We’ve always thought you meant pure of sex, like untouched virgins as your brides. We didn’t know if it was for sex, or because perhaps you could taste the impurity of a touched human. I didn’t understand why it would matter to something like you, but this makes so much more sense.”
Something... like me. She would never know, but her words hurt him terribly.
“Then... then are you not hurt?”
Her arousal had softened during their conversation, but he could still smell it. Orpheus wanted more. He’d been enjoying himself, awash in the taste of it, or her, hearing the sounds of her moans. Her body twitching and shivering due to his attention.
All of it coming from her for him, because of him.
