“You said me touching you was helping. Do you want me to keep doing so?”

“Yes,” he answered, before a shudder rippled through him.

“I would like that more than anything.”

“Okay, I will. On one condition, though. Could you please keep your hand on my back?”

Moving her hands between them, she started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

His hand moved to clutch both of hers.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to touch you. It’ll probably feel better if I’m doing it directly.”

It took him a moment, but he eventually released her, allowing her to open his shirt and untuck it from his black trousers. She nearly shivered in his delectable heat when she slipped her arms around his torso and felt his body against hers.

Her arms were bare, letting her feel how soft his fur was and the firm texture of his skin. She pressed her stomach against his, gaining heat from both sides as he placed his hand over her back once more.

Reia started stroking his back with tickling fingertips and palms, being light and gentle with this big beast in her embrace. He gave a deep huff, one that sounded of contentment.

His eyes were still glowing red, still rather bright with hunger, and she knew she was cuddling into a creature that was barely resisting the urge to consume her.

“Where did you go?”

Purple flashed for a second when she brushed her hands all the way down his protruding spine bones and fins until they found his trousers. She paused, not expecting the colour change, but it was already gone, and she moved her hands up once more.

Did I imagine it?

Since she wasn’t timid about delving into it, she dug her fingertips through his fur where it was the longest, right around his shoulders and upper back. It was silky in her grasp.

“To hunt, to ease my hunger.”

“Did it help?” She lightly scraped her long nails up his neck until they found the base of his skull.

He shuddered, his head twitching with a shake, as purple flashed once more before fading. Nope, definitely not imagining it.

“No. I am never satisfied.” He drew her closer and mashed their bodies together. “It never fades. Never goes away. I am always hungry, no matter what I do or how much I eat.”

Biting her bottom lip in uncertainty, she tilted her head up so she could see him clearly. Then she raked her nails down his back, not too hard but with a little more pressure than she’d done before.

His body arched, shuddering, as the purple this time held in his orbs until she was finished with her hard stroke.

“Be gentle, Reia,” he warned with a pant.

She pressed her thighs together as a pulse ran through her core. I’m turning him on.

Giddiness sailed through her.

She was enjoying doing this. I wonder if I can take away his hunger by making him aroused. Perhaps this was a silly idea, teasing a Duskwalker, but she couldn’t stop her hands wandering from his back to his sides, slowly making their way to the front of his body.

She even reached up and pressed her lips over one of his long-pointed fangs near the front of his snout. His hand shot up, cupping where she’d placed her lips.

“You kissed me.” His voice was filled with awe. Simply because of the way he said it, Reia leaned forward and kissed his fur-covered neck. “You kissed me again.”

He sounded just as dumbfounded the second time, and she almost laughed.

She buried her face in his chest, and her eyes fluttered in bliss at the deep draw she took of him through her nose.

Her hands caressed his broad chest, feeling the rib bones that sat on the outside of his body and how fur poked through the space of each one. She explored his pectoral muscles, which were firm and hard.

He twitched when her hand ran over his dark nipple and a deep expire came from him.

His stomach was hard, rippling with muscles, like he didn’t have a single ounce of fat to soften them.

She squirmed a little, rubbing her thighs together when she realised she was actually turning herself on by touching his body. Everything about him, the way he reacted, the feel

of his flesh, his fur, those strange bones, his damn mind-fogging smell, his gruff voice turning into deep huffs, was tingling her senses.

Her hips tilted, pressing them against his when her core sought friction. Her body was disappointed when she couldn’t feel anything. Even though she’d never touched a man before, she knew they generally had squishy bits at their groin that would harden when aroused.

She didn’t think she’d feel anything hard, but she had been expecting to feel something. Instead, there was nothing. From what she could feel through the space between her hips where her pubic mound was, there was smoothness at the junction of his legs.

He said he had a cock. And ever since he’d told her he had one, Reia had been curious about it. He said it wasn’t human. She wanted to know what it looked like, felt like.

Where is it?

She slipped her hands down his abdomen until she felt one of her fingers dipping into his navel.

His hand shot forward to grasp one of hers to halt her movements.

“My mind is not sound right now,” he told her, his voice gravely and breathy. “Be careful where you touch me.”

Looking up, she found that his face was already turned down to her. His eyes were focused into a deep purple and remaining there.

His words were a warning. His eyes were proof of where his thoughts had gone to, and she felt not an ounce of worry.

I want to touch it. She wanted to discover it, to stroke it.

She wanted to make it hard and see how he would react if she pleasured him.

He’d never pushed her to, never tried to make her, but right now, her body and mind were begging her to. Looking up at him was making her pulse rush in her veins, causing

the flare of desire to spark in her stomach to erase everything but that subtle ache.

“Orpheus... Where is your cock? I can’t feel it where a human would normally have one.”

She bumped her hips against his to show him what she meant.