How insane would it be if I felt desire for a creature that can’t even feel it? He obviously knew enough, but she wasn’t keen on the idea of being attracted to something that may not even have genitalia.
He didn’t seem to react the same way to her, and that made her feel inherently foolish.
Ugh, why do I even care so much? No one, besides him, was around to judge her. So what if she felt desire and he may not? It’s not like she was asking for these feelings.
Screw it, let’s just get this over with.
She was going to have to learn to get over it. Bath time was going to keep happening, and she just needed to teach her body not to react.
It seemed much harder than it sounded.
“Reia,” he warned after she’d placed her spoon in the bowl and sat there for a while.
“Alright!” She shoved away from the table to get to her feet. “Let’s go get rid of my human scent.”
She watched him as he prepared the area, lighting the candles that made the crystals twinkle with its reflections.
He added new dried herbs to the crudely made metal bowl to create a sweet incense in the air. Then he used his claw to cut into his wrist, giving a few drops of his blood in sacrifice to conjure the bathwater that was already steaming once it filled the tub.
He knelt behind the head of the oval-shaped, long, wooden tub that was large enough to fit his gigantic frame.
He was waiting for her to gain the courage to strip and hop into the water, staring at her with his blue glowing orbs that always made her think them prettier when he was in a darker environment.
It’s a bath. Just a bath. There was no reason to get excited.
She quickly pulled off her gown. Covering herself with her arms to shield her nudity, as if he wasn’t about to touch and see it all, she walked over and stepped inside the water. She crouched inside, submerging herself before she slipped her legs out so they were slightly bent.
Delectable heat surrounded her, trying to ease her worried and anxious filled muscles.
“If you are not bothered by my body, would it be alright if I rolled my sleeves up?” he asked, before his voice filled with an awkward kind of humour. “It is bothersome to change in order to dry them once we are done.”
Her heart nearly palpitated in her chest.
“That’s fine,” she answered with a shaky voice, dipping her head back to wet her hair in preparation.
She heard his clothing rustle, and then the familiar squelch of his fingertips dipping into the thick oil.
She could tell how hard her heart was thumping by her left breast floating in the water, jiggling lightly with each beat. Taking in a deep breath, Reia tried to calm herself.
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.
