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.
“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.
