Long and flat, her toes curled when he did it again and the overwhelming need to greet it washed over her. Reia licked him back, almost moaning at the feeling of it brushing over her tongue and the light taste of him that greeted her.

He did it repeatedly, his eyes remaining that bright flamingo pink and stealing all her attention except for returning each lick. Her hands clasped the front of his shirt in tight little fists.

Desire flipped in her belly and sent a quiver through the inner walls of her pussy. Wetness grew at her entrance when he tilted his head to lick harder and the bells rattled slightly, and he bobbed his head just to make them do it louder.

Fuck. His large hands circled her between her waist and hips to almost wrap her middle completely in them. It caused her body to send a wave of goosebumps over her skin at the heat of them. I want him. She parted her lips to see if he would dip his tongue between them and he did, licking the entire hollow of her mouth. I want him so much.

Purple flashed in his orbs, showing her she wasn’t alone in this, before going back to pink like whatever emotion it represented was stronger at that moment.

Reia pulled back and covered her mouth to hide just how deeply she was panting. It was pointless. She no doubt knew he could smell her arousal on her.

“Orpheus,” she huffed, her body thrumming. “I want you to touch me freely.”

Reia didn’t know how to instigate this. She’d never had sex before and didn’t know how she was supposed to bring them there naturally.

“Of course,” he rasped, his eyes finally turning purple to remain there. He leaned forward to lick across her neck while he tried to pull her skirt up with her knees leaning on it. “I’ve always wanted to touch you outside of the bath.”

“N-not here. Can we go to your bed?”

“Yes,” he quietly groaned, grabbing her arse to keep her to him as he stood. Each footfall caused the balls in the bells to rattle quietly. He drew his tongue underneath her jaw. “I like my gift very much, my little doe.”

Knowing he wouldn’t let her fall, she started undoing the buttons of his shirt hastily, her body growing more excited by the second in anticipation.

He plopped her onto the bed, then stood back to look down at the halfway undone shirt. He touched her work so far, the dim two candles on one of the side tables next the massive bed illuminating him enough for her to see.

“You are going to touch me too?”

Touch him? She was planning on her entire body touching him everywhere all at once. She nodded as she brought her legs onto the bed to kneel so she could pull her dress up and over her body. Then she slipped her tied underwear off.

She’d long ago lost her ability to be shy about her nudity in front of him, and she didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary in him asking her to strip or if he could remove it himself.

Naked, she reached up to undo the last of the three buttons. Just as he was pushing it off, she placed her hands on his waist to undo the button of his trousers, needing to, having to know what the rest of him looked like. She’d never seen his legs, and although she’d touched it, she’d never gotten see what his cock looked like.

She was about to tug them down and finally reveal what she longed to see, but one of his hands came down to clasp hers.

“Off,” she demanded. He was hesitant, and she didn’t care. “I want to see you.”

“You are acting strangely,” he said, before allowing her to pull them down.

He kicked his shoes off.

“I want you, Orpheus. I want to see, I want to touch, I want to feel.”

She only got a moment glance at his legs and feet before her words earned her a sharp growl, and he swiftly leaned down to knock her back. He pinned her arms against the bed and towered over her on all fours.

What she had seen were feet that looked similar to her own, but the toes were more paw-like, tipped with little claws. Bones had protruded over the base knuckles of them like his hands.

His legs had been thick, human-shaped, and covered mostly in short fur with fish fins daggling from the backs of his calves. It was only when his thighs were starting to reach his groin did longer fur sprout.

She’d seen the valley of fur where his seam must be, but his cock hadn’t been extended for her to see.

“Watch your words, Reia,” he warned, leaning down to lick at her collar bones, the flat part of her chest, and then drag his tongue over one of her breasts, moving it to the side at the hard lick like they were soft and malleable. “You might give me the wrong idea. You said I can touch freely, and I want to taste you.”

He gave her breast a few licks, his tongue abrading her nipple and sending jolts through her. She moaned, pushing her chest up towards him before he moved to the other, keeping her arms pinned so she couldn’t do anything with them when she wanted to grasp his head to cuddle into it.

Only when he got his knees between hers, not needing to force her as she opened them willingly, did he release her arms to lean back.

He grabbed her ankle and turned his head so he could drag his tongue over the top of her toes, the arch of her foot, and then over her calf, leaving a wet trail behind that his breath huffed over.

“I want to lick every inch of your body.” He brought it over her knee, licking the inside and making her gasp at the tickling, yet pleasant, sensation. “I have wanted to know

how you react when it’s my tongue and not my hands brushing over you.”

His words were like fire that caused heat to grow beneath her flesh, flushing it and making it more sensitive.

“Ohhh,” she moaned quietly, her leg twitching, when he slipped that firm and wet organ over the sensitive bundles of nerves that ran down her inner thigh. The inner walls of her core clenched and spasmed erratically, making her abdomen quiver in reaction.

“But I have been waiting to taste you here again since that night.”

She knew he must have already been gazing at her folds when he’d held her leg up and spread her. When his tongue finished its path, he didn’t even pause. Instead, he licked over one side of her lips to delve his tongue straight into her folds, curling his tongue around her clit.

A cry broke from her throat, and she dug her hands into the furs of the bed when her hips lifted off the mattress.

That first touch had been like adding fuel to a wildfire that was already too out of control.

And every deliberate, flat lick that followed had her skin flushed all the way from her cheeks to her chest. The liquid of her arousal pooled more at her entrance while her chest shook up and down at the torrent of sparks of pleasure his tongue gave her.

He hummed a noise of satisfaction when he finally dipped down to take it for himself. That alone had been enough praise to tell her he didn’t need words, especially when he speared her a moment later for more.

Her lips parted, her eyes flashed open, while her head tilted back at the swift penetration. Her adjustment was followed with her vision dazing as she laxed, moaning on each back-and-forth sweep.

Why does that feel so good?

His tongue was flexible, swirling, twisting, before folding when it reached her cervix. It was long enough that he was

able to caress her throbbing clit at the same time, rubbing it up and down as he slipped in and out.

She arched into each stroke, her legs twitching. I’m going to come. Just by this, by him using his tongue on her.

Her eyes bowed, wanting to, wanting to clamp that flexible limb and fall into bliss. But she always got a little too relaxed and satisfied after she came.

“Orpheus,” she panted, reaching down to grab his horns and yank on him.

He answered with a growl while his claws dug into the bed. He shook his head, trying to get her to release him so he could continue. He didn’t want to release his treat.

“C-come here,” she begged, trying her hardest not to come, to not clench him so she couldn’t.

It was nearly an impossible battle.