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?”
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
