He tried to hold her gently, to not dig his claws into her supple and butter soft skin, but when she rubbed him just right, his body shuddered and clenched.
Instead of thrusting into her grip, his legs kicked in tension, taking his need to move instead.
But when he started getting closer to release, his mind fog-filled, his vision dazed, and his tentacles became more forceful. They started to latch on harder, making it difficult for her to move her hands over him.
Keeping his hand below her on her back like he’d promised, he moved the other to the base of his cock to give those writhing tentacles something to grip onto.
“Is something the matter?” she asked him softly.
He drew his tongue over her neck and then over her ear, swirling it over and inside it, in appreciation at her simple question, of what she was doing to him, at her just being Reia.
“Your hands feel good.” Good was not the correct word.
What he felt was more than that, but he couldn’t think straight to formulate his words properly. “My... tentacles want to grip something...” They wanted to grip her. They were trying to reach around his fingers to get to her, but curled around his digits, regardless, to ease the ache in their need. “They will get more persistent. I’m holding them back.”
He watched her nibble the inside of her bottom lip, and his desire to lick over them was nearly too much to resist. Now
that he knew how plump they were, that she was willing to lick him back, he burned to play with them.
But he worried he’d press his tongue deeply inside like before. He didn’t know if she’d liked it, but he had, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about doing it again. Her tongue had been firm, her saliva sweet, her throat tight. He wanted them again.
“Will this help?”
She slipped her leg over him, baring her pussy against the base of him. He moved his hand away, and his tentacles shot forward to cling around her hip and pubic mound on the side that wasn’t wrapped around his waist, while the other two curled around her leg to hold her to him.
He absentmindedly thrust against her. A sharp groan cut its way through his throat when he felt her folds through her underwear. They were caressing the oval bulges underneath the base of him where his seed was kept.
Yes, this was better, but Orpheus could no longer conjure words. She was rocking against him while stroking his cock, her hands moving faster and faster.
His head tilted up to face the headboard as he huffed and panted. His vision turned black, and he placed his free hand over her arse, kneading it to help him centre himself.
His ache was growing, his terrible need worsening.
He didn’t know when he started to constantly thrust against her, but he couldn’t still himself any longer. Feels so good to have her touch me. Reia is stroking my cock.
And he was lost for it.
Her scent was strong, this room now filled with it, and he was drowning in it. Her body was warm and surrounding him like a blanket of comfort as every one of her fondles pained him. Her sounds were quiet, but she gave pants and little moans as if she might be pleasuring her clit with the bottom of his shaft.
He didn’t know, but everything in him hoped she was.
Hoped they’d be able to share in pleasure rather than him
alone.
Reia, his mind groaned when a deep shudder wracked him. He felt the bulges at the base clench.
Reia, his little human. She was about to bring him to orgasm, and he held her a little tighter when she rubbed over the head. Down and up, massaging and gripping.
“Orpheus?” she asked when she must have noticed his chest was rising and falling in rapid breaths. That he was releasing little whines and groans that didn’t cease on each exhale.
His hips bucked harder. He wanted to apologise that he was moving so much, that his body was twitching and spasming, but a sharp whine buckled his lungs. His sac tightened with an unbearable clutch, making his spine tingle.
He let go of her; he knew he had to. His claws dug into his palms as his seed exploded from him and a loud, roar-like groan bellowed. She gasped, but he was too mindless to truly listen.
His body shivered as the first burst shot between their bodies, and he thrusted in time with each climb to help the other ropes that followed. He curled himself around her, trying to get her closer as his orgasm ripped from him like shockwave after shockwave.
His chest was growing wet, he was drenching her, but Orpheus didn’t care. Unfathomable pleasure clutched at his groin as his roar turned into a shuddering groan.
Even when all his energy was sapped and left him as nothing more than a huffing heap next to her, Orpheus couldn’t feel or think about anything other than his contentment and the cloud of rapture he floated on.
“Oh wow! So much came out.”
He would have said something if he wasn’t trying to piece his frazzled mind back together. I have not come in eons. A shudder rippled through him, making his fur and fins raise beneath his loose shirt.
“Did it feel that good, or do you usually come this much?”
Always with the questions. Reia was a torrent with them. If he could grin, he would have, and he opened his sight to find he was seeing yellow in the edges.
“Actually... Was this your first time? It can’t be your first time coming, can it?”
Orpheus chuckled.
“No, little human,” he said while his chuckle continued to rumble from him. “This was not my first time coming.”
He licked her jaw in appreciation, before nuzzling the side of her head.
She turned her head up to face him, and he noticed a pout in her lips. “Have... Have you ever had sex before?”
