She started coming around him and the feeling was pure, absolute bliss. Her pussy clenched him while it bore down on him with unbelievable pressure, spasming wildly, as it tried to milk him.

I want her. Her voice, her scent, her taste, the vision that was her beauty. I need her soul. He hungered for it, yearned for it.

He came in a little harder, green flicking in his vision. I fucking need it. Her body was his, he knew it as he stroked her walls with his cock, but he wanted more than that.

The hand gripping her hip lowered so he could cup where he was thrusting and hold her folds and pussy in his palm.

This is mine. Only I can have it now. A tremor rolled through him as his eyes flashed green again and each thrust brought a battle in his sight.

The deep purple of desire and the bright green of possession.

He dug his fingertips into her skin both around her jaw and her pussy, his claws digging into her plump backside as his large hand could reach all the way back.

Green won out and he slipped his tongue over her cheek as he came in harder and deeper than ever, grinding over her body in heavy waves.

“Your pussy is mine,” he growled, his breaths growing more rapid as possessive and aggressive lust took control.

“And I’m going to fill it with my seed every day.”

“Oh, Orpheus,” she moaned, her head tilting back as her inner walls spasmed.

His name on her lips sang with a moan nearly felled him.

“Tell me I can, Reia,” he demanded, the bells she’d given to him starting to ring now that his body was moving more in his jarring slams. “Tell me I own it, can fuck it, can give it my semen to hold. Can use it to make you come and scream for me. That it is mine to pleasure you with.”

Her knuckles turned white as she fisted the furs of the bed, her body trembling and squirming as she started to come again, milking him in feral clamps that was demanding its due.

“Oh, God!” she cried.

“There are no Gods in an unholy place like the Veil, Reia.”

His hand around her jaw moved up so he could slip two claws and fingertips into her mouth, keeping it open so she would be louder. “Now answer me.”

He needed her to tell him. He needed to know it was his even if she wouldn’t give him her soul. That he owned something of hers for now. For now.

“Yes, yes!” she shouted around his fingers. “It’s yours.”

He let her mouth go and moved his hand down back to where it was before, cradling her head for her so it wasn’t bent back awkwardly.

He continued to move, continued to thrust into her until his spine tingled and his tentacles clamped tighter, making it impossible for him to back away even if she wanted him to.

He pushed deep, feeling the ring of her cervix press tightly against the tip of his cock. His body quaked as his bulges tightened and drew inwards, and then he groaned when they started to empty into her channel.

He pumped his hips lightly, as much as he could, as overwhelming pleasure gripped his groin. So good, feels so good. Each burst had his hips twitching, his legs shaking, his arms trembling around her.

Her channel filled and overflowed. He didn’t give her as much as before, but his seed from earlier was still present and mingled with the new loads he gave her.

Falling to the side when he was done, he dragged her with him to clutch her in a desperate need to hold her as his lust faded away to tenderness. He closed his sight as he heaved with aftershocks twitching him.

I have waited eons for her.

For this woman that had seen Orpheus for what he was, who he was, and still wanted him. For this wonderful creature that was accepting him and allowing him to be himself as he slowly showed it to her. To be greeted in return rather than recoiled from.

Every offering, every human before her, was an inevitable disastrous step so that he could possess her instead.

For all the pain he’d felt, the loneliness, all the loss and grief, he was starting to feel as though it was all worth it just so he could have his little doe placid, well-pleasured, and lax in his embrace.

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Reia slowly stirred from her slumber, different parts of her body telling her she needed to wake.

Her stomach as it lightly grumbled, telling her she hadn’t eaten in forever. Her throat that was parched and needed hydrating. Her bladder that was beginning to become uncomfortable. Her mind that knew she’d been sleeping much later than she usually did.

She lazily blinked open her eyes to find the room was bright. The day was late. So late, in fact, she knew the sun would be long gone from the garden, and she’d missed her chance to sit in it for breakfast.

Shit, it’s like I can still feel him. There was a pressure at her entrance, inside her channel, and she squirmed lightly.

She paused when that pressure stirred.

She looked down to find dark purple and black tentacles wrapped tightly around her naked hips. He was still inside her! It didn’t feel hard, like it was just resting there.

Clenching her eyes shut, she brought her hands to her mouth to cover them. Oh god, I had sex with him... Twice!

She knew very vividly she’d asked for it both times, but she’d been half-asleep the second time, and her body had still been singing from the first.

I told him he could take me whenever he wanted.

She hoped she didn’t come to regret that. She’d felt rather close to him sleeping in his arms after being intimate.

She had felt warm and fuzzy. And knowing he’d been struggling just because he didn’t want to bother her with himself, his needs, had made her heart nearly ache out of her damn chest.

Since Orpheus had brought her here, it had been about what she wanted, when she needed release. In her heart, she knew she didn’t want that anymore. It wasn’t fair. If she could have it whenever she wanted, then wasn’t it equal for him to be able to do the same?

She’d enjoyed every touch, and she’d... loved having sex with him. There was something about it that made her feel so connected to him, to another being. It felt like he’d been a part of her.

She looked down once more. I guess he’s still a part of me.

There was another sensation vibrating through her, one that was trying to convince her to never leave this embrace.

A deep, near-silent purr was rumbling from his chest against her back, telling her he was adoring this intimate cuddle just as much as she was.

His head was above hers, resting against her pillow rather than his own, and when she turned her head just enough, she could see that his eyes were blue.

“You’re awake?” she asked, feeling his slow and steady breaths expanding his chest and pressing into her, tricking her into thinking he’d been asleep.

He lifted his head and licked at her cheek.