Her heart was racing with excitement, the thrill of being hunted like an aphrodisiac. She had started this for him, but now she was growing impatient to be taken, to be filled.
In her incorporeal body she couldn’t feel anything, but when she was physical, her body tingled from her head all the way to her toes. She wanted to run, she wanted to be caught, but most of all, she wanted Orpheus inside her. And she wanted him fierce, she wanted him rough, she wanted him to be feral with her.
Her underwear was clinging to the wetness of her pussy, soaked and dripping with more arousal every time her body thrummed with need. Reia felt empty and hollow.
Already near panting, she came out at the back of the house to find he wasn’t there.
He must have smelt her, because she heard a growl that seemed to come from everywhere. It made her skin dance with shivers as goosebumps broke out. Her fingers went warm with her growing temperature, arousal heating her.
Her head darted one way and then the other, her feet moving almost skittishly as she worked her way to the front of the house.
“Don’t run.”
She nearly screamed when she heard his voice from above! Turning around, she saw him crawling over the top of the house, stalking towards her before he jumped down.
His hands and feet thudded against the ground, his head tilting unnaturally to the point it was almost upside down. With his red eyes, it was scary, creepy, and she fucking liked it.
Her face twinged when she felt her abdomen spasm, her inner walls quivering for this, for him like this in his most monstrous form.
“Stay,” he warned, when she started retreating.
Her smile was her answer, before she bolted.
Reia made it five steps before she was tackled to her stomach. Claws dug, growling rumbled, and she squirmed as she tried to crawl forward since only one of his arms were around her midsection.
In one breath, he was under her skirt and ripping her underwear from her. In the next, Orpheus shoved himself inside her all the way to the base, tentacles snapping into place around her hips.
A sharp gasp was ripped from her. The snug fit was intense after their time apart, her body still able to take him, but tighter. Her arousal and his lubricant had eased the entry, but Reia had felt a deep twinge of pain.
However, she panted deeply, tremors rolling through her body at the girth of his cock, the length of it filling her, the sheer heat of it warming her insides. She melted on her knees with her face pressed against the grass, her eyelids shuddering in euphoria as she pressed her hips against him to feel him even deeper.
So hot. He’s so hot inside me.
Orpheus had groaned upon impact, but now he was quaking, his claws digging into the bare flesh of her waist with his hand under the skirt of her dress that had been pushed up over her backside. His other hand was flat against the ground, as if he needed to steady himself through her gloving him finally.
His tentacles felt longer than usual, as if they were the same length as his cock in his monstrous form. They swirled around her backside, her hips, and reached to his hand at her waist. Two were sitting in the dips where her arse met her thighs, one was over her hip, but the last one was directly over her clit, sitting inside the lips of her folds.
He lowered himself to his forearm, coating her body with his and bringing his snout next to her ear so she could hear him huffing loudly.
Despite the purple of desire flickering in his eyes, red remained present.
“Got you.”
Her body clung to him as he pulled back, making her whimper in loss, before he surged forward.
Orpheus started to thrust, sending tingles through her. She cried lightly on each one as she felt the shape of him and those frills tickling her insides. His cock felt sublime pressing and digging everywhere she needed him.
He was moving steadily inside her, pushing deep, his tentacle rubbing back over her the nub of her clit, but... it wasn’t enough.
He was slower than she wanted, softer than she needed him to be, and not as deep as she desired.
“More,” she begged, attempting to undulate into him. “Give me more, Orpheus.”
I need him to be rougher. She wanted the growling monster who had been chasing her, not the gentle Duskwalker who was always worried about her.
His hips quickened beautifully for a few short seconds before they slowed. A quivering pant fell from him afterwards.
“Quiet, Reia.” In its own way, it was a plea.
A plea for her not to push him, that he was already on the verge of losing control, that he couldn’t have Reia asking for more in case he lost himself and gave it to her.
She gritted her teeth as she dug her fingertips into the grass to grab clumps of it.
“Fuck me, Orpheus. Take me.” She wanted him to make her scream, to cry, to ravish her body. “Harder. Faster. Deeper.”
His claws cut into her skin while they also gouged into the dirt and grass beneath them. His body shuddered as he gave her just a little taste of what she wanted, and she nearly went cross-eyed before he settled again.
Frustration bloomed within her.
“I can’t,” he whined, and the only reason she knew he shook his head is because she heard the bell jingle. “I will hurt you.”
She buried her head against the ground, feeling the wonderful glide of his cock, but wanting everything it had to give. Tension was building, needing an outlet that was currently pumping between her thighs as though he couldn’t stop moving.
I need it. I need it so much. Her orgasm was slowly coiling tight like a spring, but she needed it to shatter her like glass. To render her struck under its force, blinded by it, altered by it.
“Stop hesitating, Orpheus!” she yelled, lifting her head so she could speak while panting. “I’m yours. I’m not going to go away. I’m not going to disappear. Hurt me, claw me, fucking bite me. I want you to, I want you to give me everything. I want your cock pounding into me. What more do I have to do to get you to let go with me?”
The threat of tears stung her eyes. She wanted him to thrust into her like he was swept over by a madness. She wanted him so much she didn’t care if he ripped her in two by the end, broke her apart, fucked her to death. She’d come back to him, would stay with him.
When he still didn’t, she screamed, “I gave you my soul!”
A bellowing roar sounded behind her. He started slamming into her, deep hard pounds that shoved her entire body forward.
He started to lean back as his hips quickened, his hand remaining curled around her waist to clasp it completely while the other pressed against her shoulder blades with splayed fingers. He was pining her down with sharp claws digging in, holding her still against his tentacles that threatened to yank her with him, as he drove into her body with a frenzy.
It was so deep she didn’t think she’d felt him reach like this, so hard that it almost hurt, so fast that she couldn’t tell if he was coming in or out. She couldn’t tell where he ended and she began, and each thrust inwards knocked the breath out of her seizing lungs.