As he always did, he started with her shoulder before moving down her arm with light massaging fingers. She’d never realised just how sensitive the muscles in her arms were, how they leapt to this kind of stimulation, until Orpheus had started working his fingers into them.

It pampered her each day to ensure she never had a stiff or pained muscle.

He pressed into the palm of her hand before moving his thumb between each of her fingers, splaying them and giving each crease in them attention. He moved to the other arm, giving it the same slow working of fingers. Then he washed her face, being the gentlest here with the least amount of oil as not to get any in her eyes, mouth, or nose.

She noticed he always lingered on her lips, almost pulling them apart with his thumb.

She had minimal reactions except for the building anticipation. This was the easy part. Everything else became increasingly harder to ignore.

The moment his hands touched the sensitive sides of her neck, caressing them, it always started the first of her shivers. Her hands clutched the rim of the tub when he started brushing through her hair, only ever unsheathing his claws for this part to scrape them over her scalp.

A moan threatened to break free, and she brought her lips into her mouth to bite them shut.

He lingered for a moment on a scar behind her ear, brushing his thumb over it in curiosity, but didn’t ask her about it. He often did this, as well as with the one on her knee – the only two places where she had noticeably large scars.

Then his hands started moving down her chest, his eyes turning a deep purple. Shame shot through her when she felt her nipples hardening before he even got to her breasts.

They were waiting, wanting to be stroked. Hard and itching for the gentle pass over that would make her mind foggy with desire.

I can do this. She clenched her eyes shut, fearing she’d draw blood by how hard she was digging her teeth into her lips, when he cupped a breast to wash it. Reia jolted, her back arching slightly to press it more firmly against his palm so it would feel stronger.

A cry nearly broke through, her legs twitching when her core spasmed as his calloused hand abraded the aching point of her nipple. It gave a her a momentary taste of what they needed. Slippery, his hand worked over in a circle to make sure he covered the entire mound to clean it, before doing the same to other.

They always moved, the softness swirling even if he only applied the lightest pressure. It was dizzying, leaving room for her breasts to beg for a harder squeeze, a rougher touch. One that lingered, rather than left.

She covered her mouth with the hand furthest away from his head peeking over her shoulder so he could see what he was doing. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut anymore. Her pants were too heavy that they needed the ease of coming from her slightly parted lips.

Why does he give me this reaction? What was it about Orpheus that sparked arousal in her so strongly? Already her clit and pussy were pounding, and tiny tears had collected on her lashes from the ache of them.

Even just the sound of his heavy breaths right next to her ears made her tingle.

Reia twitched and nearly jumped away from him when both his hands circled her waist and sides to slip down them after collecting more oil.

I can do this. I can do this. Her stomach dipped heavily when he ran over her navel, knowing exactly where his next destination was. Her body was screaming for the touch.

Her skin was flushed, not from the water, but from the heat that had started to build within her body. Desire was tightening like a coil in her belly, and she wanted it to unwind and release so badly.

He removed his hands to obtain more oil, and her eyes bowed in the anguish of this torture.

I can... His rough hand pressed against her folds to caress the lips surrounding her throbbing clit. It didn’t stay, didn’t play, and he drew down over her entrance, which felt even slipperier than the oil, to continue his task like this was nothing to him, meant nothing to him. I can’t do this!

Both her hands shot forward to grasp his to still his movements. She grabbed an index and middle finger with one hand, and his ring and pinkie finger with the other, clutching them tightly.

His snout buried against her neck, sniffing her skin to see what was wrong. Reia felt like she’d nearly died as a small cry left her. Her body squirmed, and her head knocked him away when she lifted her shoulder to her ear to move him.

“What is wrong? You are acting strangely.”

With panted breaths, she asked, “Why do your eyes change to purple?”

What did they signify? They often changed to that colour while he was bathing her, and they’d also been that colour when his tongue was delving between her thighs. They also happened occasionally when she smiled.

She needed to know, had to know.

They flashed to white, and she didn’t know what that meant either!

“It doesn’t matter.”

She dipped her head forward with her brows knitting tightly. “Please, tell me.”

“I’m sure you do not want all your emotions to be so easily read or understood,” he answered darkly.

She squeezed her thighs together as a way to apply pressure to her clit like that would help ease her, while

refusing to allow him to pull his hand away when he tried. It was hovering above her pubic mound in the water.

A part of her felt so desperate she considered pressing it against her pussy and fucking herself with it.

I... I don’t want to be alone in this. The idea of it terrified her.

“Do you desire me, Orpheus? Is that why they change to purple?” He flinched. She felt him tense by his fingers twitching. What he didn’t know was the thought that he might was making Reia feel unbearably hotter. “Please, tell me. I won’t be upset.”

He slowly grated, as if the answer had been forced from him, “Yes.”

Her lungs tightened before she released a strangled breath as her heart raced further, making her fingertips and toes tingle. He desires me... Just knowing that made her channel clenched in need.

“I’m aroused, Orpheus.” The water reflected purple as they swiftly changed back. A wave of exhilaration washed through her in reaction, the colour now having a deeper meaning. “My body aches.”

“So that is why you were twitching? I was concerned.”

Claws raked against her scalp just above her ear as he captured the side of her head to pull it to the side. A moment later, he lifted himself to drag his tongue across the other side of her neck right underneath her jaw.

Her hands lost their grip when she let out a small cry, his tongue sending a strong trail of goosebumps over her from him licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He placed his now free hand against her stomach to palm her as it went down her abdomen and over her navel.

“Do you like my touch, Reia?” She felt his jaws opening as he pressed the tip of his snout against her throat, letting out a deep huff that felt even stronger than when it came from the hole of his nose. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” she answered more in a plea when she felt the tips of his fingers running through the curls of her mound.

She spread her thighs by making her bent knees fall to the sides, allowing him in without hesitation. Her hands shot for the edge of the tub once more to steady herself, this time because his fingers slipped into the lips of her folds and then stayed there.

Oh fuck! Her head fell back, an unhidden moan coming from her when he placed his index and middle fingers against the hard nub of her clit and pressed with a circle.

“I have desired you from the first moment you smiled at me, my little doe.” He growled the pet name, just as his other hand moved from her hair to reach around her to cup a breast and knead it. To wonderfully knead it in the pressure her breasts had been begging for.

It eased the uncomfortable pounding she’d felt in it so she could focus on his touch instead.

“I have wanted to play with your body from the moment I brought you into the safety of my home. To toy with it.”

Oh god, so that’s what he meant when he said toy.