It was too late to turn back.
Orpheus was there, licking her pussy in the dark, his purple eyes the only light, and Reia was adoring it. There was no point in turning back. She needed. She ached. She fucking wanted. A fever was burning in her.
Sink it inside me. She couldn’t vocalise it, didn’t think she could with how strained her squeaking breaths were as they tore her throat, but she willed it to him. Inside me. I need it, anything. Please...
She grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it firmly, when his tongue run up and through her again. Slow, but deliberate, he made sure his wide tongue delved into all the creases and spread her lips. His breath continued to huff over her, washing her in heat that tickled her delicately and made her ache for more.
The pressure she gave her breast was too much while the hand covering her mouth dug its nails into her cheeks. She had to fling both hands away from her body as it began to squeeze nothing. Reia gripped the bedding, tugging on it, when his tongue folded again as he circled around the flaps sheltering her clit.
“Ohhh!” she moaned, her legs bouncing as tension tore through her.
I’m coming. I’m fucking coming from his tongue!
A wet, squelching sound came from her channel as it filled with hot liquid. Her brows furrowed tightly as her mouth fell open, her back bowing as everything seized.
Bliss, euphoria, and a sense of floating swept through Reia as her orgasm shook her to her very being. Her legs shook, her abdomen clenched tightly.
Her mind felt hopelessly dazed even when she gently floated back to reality, her body jolting as his tongue continued to move. Her head fell to the side as she panted, trying to catch the breaths she’d lost.
She felt that his body shook and shuddered by him jingling the bed and her thigh with his hands when he swept his tongue over the entrance of her channel to lap it up once she was done.
“That is sweet.” He lapped it again, and then again, finding the source of his interest. “More. Give me more.”
Her breath hitched when the tip of his tongue pressed inside to slowly spear her channel. Her clit ached so much that she’d feared if he lashed it again it would be so sensitive it’d pain her, but this pressure felt perfect. Wonderful even.
Her eyes drooped into half-casts as she tried to spread her thighs further in welcome. Deeper it pushed, and her walls contracted around it, happily fluttering to have his tongue there. He licked all around her inner walls like he wanted to sweep into every crevice to steal her taste.
Then she felt pressure.
“Hm?” It was a thoughtful sound that came from him as she felt him tonguing something small and thin.
Wait... is that my— His tongue pushed hard and broke something, sending a light pinch of pain through her channel.
“Eep!” Reia squealed.
Her legs lifted as his tongue, lubricated from his own salvia and the lingering wetness of her orgasm, allowed him to push all the way inside until she felt him hit her cervix and crumble against it. His jaws parted as the top one slipped over her pubic mound, one of his longest canine fangs grazing her sensitive clit before it ran through the curls of hair above the slit of her folds.
The pressure felt phenomenal, even if the pain tried to dilute it. She squirmed, unsure of how she truly felt as goosebumps prickled over her flesh down her arms and legs. His tongue drew back a little, sending sparks of conflicting pain and pleasure through her before it thrust forward.
A moan broke from her, before he suddenly froze.
His eyes flashed red.
A vicious growl that was different from before thundered from him. She even heard the grinding of his hand against the bed and felt it tightening around her thigh, as claws dug in.
Oh shit, I’m totally dead!
Blood. He could smell it, could taste it, and it sent a shudder of unfathomable hunger through him.
The throbbing, painful, piercing grip of desire in his groin, which had felt remarkable to freely feel it in full strength and power, was replaced by something dark. The invisible grip of hands dug into his skull and squeezed his brain, beckoning for him to ease his hunger, to satisfy his craving of flesh.
He withdrew his tongue, bringing the taste of blood into his mouth to fully take it in. A snarl broke from his jaws as he opened them further. He leaned forward to hover over her abdomen, pinning her down by his hands on her thighs with the intention of digging his sharp fangs into her supple flesh. To eat.
The position strained his body, pressing his pants against his groin, and it sent a thrill through his entire body that ruffled all of him, human, inhuman, his joints and bones. Desire pierced his hungry fog once more just long enough to give him thought.
White flashed into his orbs, diluting all colour completely. Fear tore through Orpheus. He sat up on his knees, his snarl cut short as he released her while wrapping his hands around his snout.
Now that he was in control enough to think, he was hiding the smell of blood with his own palms to stop himself from slipping back into a craze.
Reia scrambled away from him, no doubt understanding the dangers of his orbs turning red. However, they were white now, showing her his hunger had passed. For now.
“I hurt you,” he rasped, knowing she’d bled because he’d harmed her.
The smell of blood was light, only a few drops, but it had touched his tongue directly and sung through him.
He could still smell her desire, it was everywhere over his snout, as was the lingering taste of her orgasm and arousal just as prevalent on his tongue. His body hungered for that more than it did for her flesh, but his fear didn’t ease.
“N-no, it’s okay,” she answered in a small voice.
She clasped her hands to her chest, bringing her knees along with them like she was curling away from him. She didn’t smell of fear, which relieved him, and her breaths were just as short and shallow as before.
“But you are bleeding.” A whistling of a whimper rattled at the bottom of his lungs. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Was I too rough? Orpheus had been too excited, had been lost in the taste of her, the smell of her, at the feel of her around his tongue. She was so soft inside.
He knew he hadn’t been thinking straight, hadn’t being paying close enough attention to her delicate and fragile body when he’d been devouring the delicious taste of her honey. He’d been trying to go slowly, savouring it, but he knew he must have made a mistake.
“I think you broke my hymen.”
“Your what?” he gasped, tilting his head as he looked down towards her pelvis. “I broke you?”
Have humans gotten weaker over the eons? Dread crept through him. If he broke her, shouldn’t she be screaming and crying?
“What? No!” she laughed with a panicky tone, her eyes wide and stark. “You broke my hymen, like the thing that proves that I’ve never been touched by a man.”
“I... I don’t understand.”