Her only answer was her bringing her lips within her mouth to bite down on them. His claws sunk into the dirt as he curled his fingers in tension.
She has dreamt of my cock. He didn’t need anything else. Her lack of response was enough for him to know.
He groaned before he leaned down to press his face against the crook of her neck and shoulder.
“You make it so hard for me to resist you,” he whispered with his voice hoarse, the strain of the battle behind his seam growing more violent.
But her bath was over, her human scent hidden to all, and they should leave the water so she could cover her body from the potential of a Demon spotting her.
“Do you want to touch me, Orpheus?”
Her smile was haunting when he raised his head, knowing that she meant inside and not just how he had.
“Always.”
She knew he desired her, there was no point in lying about it.
Her voice was soft and sweet as she whispered, “If you think it is safe, I would like you to.”
Fuck, I don’t care if it’s safe.
He did, but his need to feel her was too great. It had been days since he last had. He’d listen out, and he had the Mavka scouting the area for them. What would a little longer matter?
He slipped his arm between her and the wet rock and dirt wall, kneeling so he could be at her level. He didn’t want her above the surface of the water.
Quick. We must be quick. He dabbed his tongue over the pulsing flesh over her jugular, caressing one of her breasts so he could feel it, hold it, play with her stiff nipple that always made her breath hitch.
I have never touched her while facing her before.
It allowed him to lift her just enough that her breasts emerged, and he could sweep his tongue down her chest. He brushed his hand lower, letting his claws lightly tickle her skin, as he licked across one of her breasts, feeling her nipple move across his tongue.
Her hands wrapped around his head and pulled him closer. He swirled his long tongue around it, teasing it as he slipped his exploring fingers into the lips of her folds to find the hard nub of her clit that was already swollen.
She felt slippery, but he knew the water would erase it in time. He removed his hand to dip his fingers into the oil before bringing his hand back under the water and pressing two inside her.
She stretched around them with a moan, her back arching. He pumped them, staring up at her as she bit her bottom lip while he played with her breast and her quivering insides. Her textured pussy was beckoning him with its little pulses and spasming clenches. It was perfect, and he wanted it. His cock ached for it.
He couldn’t. Even if she asked for it now, he couldn’t enter her here, in the forest. He could touch her, still had enough thought to be listening out, to smell beyond her, but if she was wrapped around him, he knew he’d lose all touch with his senses except for everything about her.
Placing his thumb against her needy clit that he’d discovered she adored him petting, the momentum of his fingers moving in and out of her channel rubbed it, and he tried to go in a circle at the same time to stroke her everywhere.
Her legs twitched, and she let out a soft cry.
Green flashed in his vision before returning to purple.
“Quiet, Reia.”
“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered with a shiver rolling through her.
She covered her mouth with a shaking hand, and her eyes rolled shut when he stroked her just right. Orpheus shuddered at watching her.
From the front, he told himself, increasing the speed of his fingers in his own excitement. I’ll bathe her facing her from now on.
He’d always felt her reactions, but watching her features twist and contort was erotic. Her brows were twitching, her lips had been opening and closing when she was panting before she covered them. Her eyes were twinkling like they were wetter than normal, and she was staring straight at him.
He was in her sights, and she was looking at him as he pleasured her beautiful and sensual body.
He moved his fingers like a wave, stroking her inner walls right where it dipped the most and her legs always kicked out. A sharp cry left her lips, loud even behind her hands.
Orpheus growled, moving away from her breast to move her hand so he could lick across her lips.
“Quiet, Reia,” he demanded again. “Only I can hear those sounds.”
He didn’t want the Mavka hearing her moans, her voice as she panted. He didn’t want another knowing her pleasure. It was only for Orpheus to hear.
“It feels good,” she whimpered. “A-and I think I’m about to come.” She shook her head. “I don’t think I can hold them in.”
She’d been doing a poor job of it the entire time.
Orpheus dipped his tongue between her lips, seeing if she would allow him to slip it inside. She parted them, and he pressed it in, tasting her moans and muffling her noises as his fingers moved faster.
He twirled his tongue around hers, elated that she was trying to do the same even if she froze occasionally from his fingers thrusting.
“Nnhh,” she moaned, her eyes clenching shut as she twitched heavily enough her shoulders swayed. Her breathing became erratic.
When he knew she was about to orgasm, Orpheus moved his free hand from around her to cup the back of her head, licking her tongue, the inside of her cheeks, even her teeth with his own flat tongue. He was bracing her, knowing what was about to happen as she tried to tilt her head back.
Her pussy clamped around his fingers. Just before she could scream out her moan, Orpheus shoved his tongue deeper. He slipped it down her throat, groaning in bliss at the feeling, the taste of her saliva, at everything, as he cut off the sound completely.
Her body milked his fingers in wet spasms, harder now that her body was tense from his tongue. Her legs shot forward to wrap around his thighs as she bucked and thrashed.
His cock shot forward, extruding to the length of his tentacles as they wrestled to keep his fully engorged shaft from sprouting completely. Reia was coming hard, and he wanted to replace his fingers with his cock so he could feel her do it around that. To try and milk him for his seed, rather than his fingers that could give her nothing.
He slipped a third finger inside when she was growing lax, letting her feel a taste of the girth he would give if he was to fill her. He retracted his tongue to let her breathe through her mouth rather than her nose so she could catch her breaths.
Her body thumped around his digits along with her heartbeat, and he revelled in just feeling the flutter.
Only when he knew she had completely come down from her orgasm, did he pull his fingers from her.
Her hands fell through the water and accidentally brushed the backs of his tentacles. She gasped. Her hands flung away in surprise before they came forward to cup him through his trousers.
“It came out?”
He hissed in a breath of agony and grabbed her hands so he could shove them against the riverbed. She grunted despite him trying to be gentle.
“Don’t touch,” he warned. “I’m barely holding back as it is.”