“Hidden... inside.”

She tried not to open her eyes wide in shock at that, instead keeping her features cool. Okay, now she was dying to know about it.

“Could you show me where?”

His throat expanded like he’d gulped in nervousness, but he did begin to hesitantly drag her hand down his body. He slipped it into his trousers until her palm rested firmly against him.

At first, she felt nothing other than longish fur. It was only when he groaned when her fingers rubbed to search that she felt a seam that had a hard bulge behind it pressing against his skin.

“Why is it hidden?”

The more she touched it, the more she felt the seam trying to part open. It was moving, as if pressure behind it was trying to force its way through.

“For...” he grated, like he was finding it difficult to speak.

“For protection, same as a Demon.”

Same as a Demon? She hoped he wasn’t trying to tell her that they could have sex too. Reia refused to linger on that thought.

She kept trailing her fingers and palm over the seam as she lowered his unbuttoned trousers so she could reach better. His hips quivered before his seam opened and something hard and wet touched her palm. Turning her head down, she wished she could see through the darkness as something began to come out.

It wasn’t pointy, but it wasn’t round, and it kind of felt strange, like there was a swirl of four edges.

“Reia...” she didn’t know if it was warning or a plea, but when she tried to wrap her hand around it, digging her fingers into the slit like seam, he accidentally thrust and it shot forward by a few inches.

Since her face was hidden from him, she allowed her eyes to widen as she gasped. It was fucking huge and was definitely spiralling in a downward twist. It felt similar to the spiral of a rose bud that had yet to bloom.

He started pulling his hips away when she thought she felt one of the spiral pieces wriggle. When she followed, she noticed his cock was trembling and was actually going back inside.

Is he trying to hold back? He was breathing deeply, almost like he was under a terrible strain. She hadn’t realised he was clutching her tightly until she tried to move so she could lift herself to see him.

There was no glow. She thought he must have his eyes

‘shut’ like he was concentrating.

“Orpheus,” she rasped, and he whimpered as his entire body tightened. Fuck, he was holding back! “Let go, Orpheus. I want to touch you here. I want to pleasure you.”

His body released all its tension, a deep huff falling from him so hard that his jaw opened to release it. If she hadn’t still been trying to hold his cock, she would have missed the confusing action that happened next.

The spiral released and something shot through the centre of it. His cock slipped over her palm, hot and wet with its own lubricant, rubbing up her arm until it touched near her elbow. The spiral had released to show that it had actually been holding his cock back as tentacle-like limbs writhed around her fingers where she’d been trying to hold him.

She tried to yank her hand back in shock, but one of them latched onto her hand and held her down, before a second wound over her wrist.

Different. Okay, very different!

If the fact his cock resting inside his body hadn’t been enough to tell it was different, the fact she could feel it had four tentacles around the base of it about five inches long each sure did!

Once her initial shock faded, glad that it, his cock, or whatever this part of him was, grabbed her so he didn’t notice she’d tried to scramble away, she pulled her arm just hard enough that she got them to release her.

She greeted the ends of them with curious fingers.

They circled the base of him, and two thick tentacles moved in swirls up her fingers. She brought her other hand closer to get the other two to do the same. It was a strange sensation to feel them writhing through her splayed fingers, and she noticed that the insides had little nodules while the outside was smooth.

With all her touching, one of her palms brushed over the hardened centre. She’d forgotten about this part; what she thought might actually be the main part of him.

Wrapping both hands around it earned her a groan, and he immediately pushed his hips into her hands, before suddenly halting. It was hot and throbbing so heavily throbs she could feel it.

Her fingers barely overlapped, the tips resting over the nails over her opposing hand, and her mouth dropped at the sheer girth of it. She should have known by how tall he was that he would be thick, but she wondered if this would even fit inside her.

However, now that the tentacles were no longer wrapping around it, it at least seemed more plausible than before.

Her core clenched with want, telling her she should try to find out with needy little thrumming. It wept for it, begged for it, telling her to throw all caution to the wind to mount it, but the idea of being that... intimate with Orpheus was daunting.

This was curiosity, this was exploring someone who was different to her. This was her trying to ease him and return

every one of his gentle touches that had never been demanded to be reciprocated.

This was Reia quelling the desire she’d felt in his body, and she adored the way she could feel it twitching even though she’d barely moved. That she could feel it was so hot that she’d bet it’d melt her from the inside out. That it was long, fat, and hard, and would leave Reia with no room to feel empty.

She pulled her hands backwards, feeling the slime covering his cock and the way it wasn’t completely smooth.

Over three sides of him, she could feel tiny little frills that were incredibly soft, but gave him texture running the entire length of him on three sides. Underneath was a deep crease, and when she dipped her thumbs into it, she thought she felt him harden even more.

Then her hands found the head. It was bulbous, but she felt more soft frills around the large rim that seemed to be the thickest part of him. The tip was more like the shape of an oval and there was a deep slit in it that followed the groove underneath him like it was attached to the same line, and a hole where she thought his release would come from.

When she squeezed her hands around it, rubbed it with her palms, he couldn’t hold back a whimper, his legs kicking out as shaking tension shot down them. He pumped his hips once, making the head slip back and forth through the ring of her hands.

He halted once more, turning his snout down to press it against the side of her cheek.

“It is difficult for me not to move,” he rasped, slipping his arm underneath her so he could cup her back while he moved the one resting above her to the back of her head.

“But I will try.”

He was panting heavily, and when she turned her head up to face him fully, she could see his jaws were parted to let them through.

“Is this okay?” she asked as she started to stroke her hands down on him.

A groan clogged in his throat, and he leaned forward to slip his tongue over her lips. “It is perfect.”

A giddy thrill shot through Reia as her confidence soared.

She held him more firmly, squeezed harder as she moved down further. She even poked her tongue out to greet his by licking it back.

He froze at what she’d done, and she retracted her tongue in worry that she’d done something wrong.

Orpheus leaned up while cupping the back of her head better to tilt her face to him. He licked across her lips more firmly.

“Again?”