Her hips tilted, pressing them against his when her core sought friction. Her body was disappointed when she couldn’t feel anything. Even though she’d never touched a man before, she knew they generally had squishy bits at their groin that would harden when aroused.
She didn’t think she’d feel anything hard, but she had been expecting to feel something. Instead, there was nothing. From what she could feel through the space between her hips where her pubic mound was, there was smoothness at the junction of his legs.
He said he had a cock. And ever since he’d told her he had one, Reia had been curious about it. He said it wasn’t human. She wanted to know what it looked like, felt like.
Where is it?
She slipped her hands down his abdomen until she felt one of her fingers dipping into his navel.
His hand shot forward to grasp one of hers to halt her movements.
“My mind is not sound right now,” he told her, his voice gravely and breathy. “Be careful where you touch me.”
Looking up, she found that his face was already turned down to her. His eyes were focused into a deep purple and remaining there.
His words were a warning. His eyes were proof of where his thoughts had gone to, and she felt not an ounce of worry.
I want to touch it. She wanted to discover it, to stroke it. She wanted to make it hard and see how he would react if she pleasured him.
He’d never pushed her to, never tried to make her, but right now, her body and mind were begging her to. Looking up at him was making her pulse rush in her veins, causing the flare of desire to spark in her stomach to erase everything but that subtle ache.
“Orpheus... Where is your cock? I can’t feel it where a human would normally have one.”
She bumped her hips against his to show him what she meant.
“Hidden... inside.”
She tried not to open her eyes wide in shock at that, instead keeping her features cool. Okay, now she was dying to know about it.
“Could you show me where?”
His throat expanded like he’d gulped in nervousness, but he did begin to hesitantly drag her hand down his body. He slipped it into his trousers until her palm rested firmly against him.
At first, she felt nothing other than longish fur. It was only when he groaned when her fingers rubbed to search that she felt a seam that had a hard bulge behind it pressing against his skin.
“Why is it hidden?”
The more she touched it, the more she felt the seam trying to part open. It was moving, as if pressure behind it was trying to force its way through.
“For...” he grated, like he was finding it difficult to speak. “For protection, same as a Demon.”
Same as a Demon? She hoped he wasn’t trying to tell her that they could have sex too. Reia refused to linger on that thought.
She kept trailing her fingers and palm over the seam as she lowered his unbuttoned trousers so she could reach better. His hips quivered before his seam opened and something hard and wet touched her palm. Turning her head down, she wished she could see through the darkness as something began to come out.
It wasn’t pointy, but it wasn’t round, and it kind of felt strange, like there was a swirl of four edges.
“Reia...” she didn’t know if it was warning or a plea, but when she tried to wrap her hand around it, digging her fingers into the slit like seam, he accidentally thrust and it shot forward by a few inches.
Since her face was hidden from him, she allowed her eyes to widen as she gasped. It was fucking huge and was definitely spiralling in a downward twist. It felt similar to the spiral of a rose bud that had yet to bloom.
He started pulling his hips away when she thought she felt one of the spiral pieces wriggle. When she followed, she noticed his cock was trembling and was actually going back inside.
Is he trying to hold back? He was breathing deeply, almost like he was under a terrible strain. She hadn’t realised he was clutching her tightly until she tried to move so she could lift herself to see him.
There was no glow. She thought he must have his eyes ‘shut’ like he was concentrating.
“Orpheus,” she rasped, and he whimpered as his entire body tightened. Fuck, he was holding back! “Let go, Orpheus. I want to touch you here. I want to pleasure you.”
His body released all its tension, a deep huff falling from him so hard that his jaw opened to release it. If she hadn’t still been trying to hold his cock, she would have missed the confusing action that happened next.
The spiral released and something shot through the centre of it. His cock slipped over her palm, hot and wet with its own lubricant, rubbing up her arm until it touched near her elbow. The spiral had released to show that it had actually been holding his cock back as tentacle-like limbs writhed around her fingers where she’d been trying to hold him.
She tried to yank her hand back in shock, but one of them latched onto her hand and held her down, before a second wound over her wrist.
Different. Okay, very different!
If the fact his cock resting inside his body hadn’t been enough to tell it was different, the fact she could feel it had four tentacles around the base of it about five inches long each sure did!
Once her initial shock faded, glad that it, his cock, or whatever this part of him was, grabbed her so he didn’t notice she’d tried to scramble away, she pulled her arm just hard enough that she got them to release her.
She greeted the ends of them with curious fingers.
They circled the base of him, and two thick tentacles moved in swirls up her fingers. She brought her other hand closer to get the other two to do the same. It was a strange sensation to feel them writhing through her splayed fingers, and she noticed that the insides had little nodules while the outside was smooth.
With all her touching, one of her palms brushed over the hardened centre. She’d forgotten about this part; what she thought might actually be the main part of him.
Wrapping both hands around it earned her a groan, and he immediately pushed his hips into her hands, before suddenly halting. It was hot and throbbing so heavily throbs she could feel it.
Her fingers barely overlapped, the tips resting over the nails over her opposing hand, and her mouth dropped at the sheer girth of it. She should have known by how tall he was that he would be thick, but she wondered if this would even fit inside her.
However, now that the tentacles were no longer wrapping around it, it at least seemed more plausible than before.
Her core clenched with want, telling her she should try to find out with needy little thrumming. It wept for it, begged for it, telling her to throw all caution to the wind to mount it, but the idea of being that... intimate with Orpheus was daunting.
This was curiosity, this was exploring someone who was different to her. This was her trying to ease him and return every one of his gentle touches that had never been demanded to be reciprocated.