Her cheeks heated with a blush at seeing how much he’d liked it. She couldn’t say no with how sweetly he’d asked.

Reia drew her tongue against his to greet it.

Such a deep groan came from him, and his hips shot back only to move forward once more, his cock slipping between her hands. She did the same, stroking him up and then back down on him quickly.

“Again?” he pleaded, his tongue running over her lips.

Once more, she licked him back. “Again,” he demanded with a heavier voice, and she did. It was like kissing, since this was the only way she guessed they could. “Again.”

Those tentacles slipped around her arms before he yelped when Reia got to the base of him and ran her hands over two oval-shaped bulges. They were underneath his cock and attached to the base of him like they were partially embedded inside.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked, noticing his breathing turning more rapid.

He shook his head. “Sensitive.”

Then he started licking over her lips constantly.

When she tried to greet his tongue repeatedly, he started leaning over her more like he was getting swept up in the

dance of them.

Now that she’d felt all of him, she brought her hands up and down him in slow strokes, feeling him shudder and twitch, not just his cock but also his body. The heat he was emitting was warmer than normal, and she could feel him clutching her tighter.

She could tell he liked the head being played with since he always lightly thrust into her hands when she rubbed it.

I wonder if he wants more pressure. On a drawback, Reia squeezed her hands together hard, creating a tight ring, before she pushed it down onto him.

A groan, that sounded more like a growl, came from him.

His tongue entered her mouth to twist around her own. She flinched in surprise, but didn’t reject it.

Actually, her core quivered in reaction, her clit pounding so hard she couldn’t stop undulating her hips uselessly.

There was no relief for her, but she couldn’t stop moving.

She squeezed harder this time, applying more pressure to the tip, and he expired a quick, but deep, huff.

“Reia,” he warned, able to speak despite his tongue still being twirled around hers since she had opened her mouth to allow it.

It was a warm and wriggling sensation, his heady tasting saliva filling the crevice of her mouth.

He was warning her, and she didn’t know what that meant. She thought it might be because it felt really good.

A smirk circled her lips. She sucked his tongue and gripped him even tighter, moving over the head and just a few inches below it with a few quick strokes.

A snarl was the only warning she got before his tongue twisted around hers, and she was forced to swallow it! His jaws opened around her face so he could press it in deep.

His hands moved to the bed so he could steady himself slightly above her as he thrust his cock into her hold, faster and harder than she had been moving.

Her eyes watered at the depth of his tongue, that was deep in her throat, as he continued to thrust.

It was only when her hands drew away from him to clutch at his fur, silently pleading, did he swiftly retract his tongue from her. He also stilled his hips, huffing partially over her as they continued to lie on their sides.

“Be careful with me, Reia,” he said, his voice huskier than she’d ever heard it. “I am trying to hold back.” Then he licked her cheek as he said, “Sorry if I hurt you, I did not mean to. Your saliva just tasted so sweet.”

“I-it’s okay.”

He had warned her, and she’d foolishly tried to tease him.

“You do not have to continue if you do not want to.” His cock, which had been resting completely against her stomach and throbbed heavily along with his heart, started to pull away.

Her own heart nearly seized in her chest. Her hands darted down to hold him again and stop him from pulling away.

“No, it’s okay. You just surprised me.”

She wasn’t ready to relinquish her prize, and she didn’t even think she’d be more cautious. His tongue had aroused her, and his hips thrusting in deep strokes had her wrapping her legs around his in welcome.

Reia was turned on by what he’d done before. She’d gotten a taste of him primal, uncontrolled, and she’d fucking liked it.

Orpheus nearly purred when she gripped his cock again, a sigh of relief coming from between his fangs.

He buried his snout underneath her jaw, his breaths snorting as he huffed at her, sniffed her. Then his tongue came out to taste her when she stroked him all the way down the hard length of his cock.

Her hands were like beautiful torture, leaving an aching burn in their wake.

She is touching me. She was stroking him, discovering him, petting his shaft with little hands, and Orpheus was over-filled with tenderness. Reia has her hands around my cock. Because she wanted to. Because she desired to.

I want her. He could smell she was aroused by this, by what she was doing to him, and it took all his will power not to roll her over and plant himself inside her.

He could smell her blood, but his mind no longer truly hungered for it. Instead, his body was hungry in a different way. To consume her desire rather than her flesh. He was filled with a need to have her wrapped around him, to feel her heat surrounding him.

Orpheus wanted to connect to her. To have them become one.

He knew she wasn’t ready for that, and he wanted nothing more than this for now. Her hands wrapped around cock, bringing him unfathomable pleasure, to give him release.

Her grip was tight, and he wanted it tighter, but he didn’t ask her for it. He needed faster, harder, less long strokes, but she was accepting all of him into her hands, caressing every inch, every frill of skin, dipping her fingertips into the groove underneath him that was sensitive.

She even occasionally thumbed the slitted hole at the very top.

Reia was accepting him, his body that was different to hers. She didn’t even seem to mind his tentacles that would wrap around her arms to cling.

The fact she wasn’t frightened about this part of his body, wasn’t jumping away with worry or anxiety, but was willingly massaging it was pure bliss in itself.

The more she stroked him, the more his cock lubricated itself, seeping through the pores of his flesh and onto her hands. The attention forced thick liquid to coat his cock, stopping it from drying out now that it was freed past his slit

– which would have stung.